Chapter Two:
The First had shown Izuku everything. The vision of his father—All for One's—villainous past during the dawn of the age of quirks. The bank vault. The creation of One for All when his father had forced a quirk on his own younger brother. Multiple other unpleasant deeds. Finally, the First had shown Izuku his own death via a broken feeding tube.
The visions had been entirely too real. Izuku could no longer doubt the veracity of them. He didn't want his father to be a villain, much less the worst villain in Japan's history—but he believed it.
Honestly, it was precisely because Izuku was so close to his father that he found this disturbingly unsurprising. Izuku had long ago noticed that his father was a sociopath. He cared about his family, but not much else. Before, Izuku had been relieved that his father had gone into an ordinary career as a businessman instead of something much worse. So much for his optimism.
The tragic predictability didn't make it hurt any less. His father had done terrible things. How was he going to break the news to his mother? What would happen to their family? Izuku shivered in his cocoon of darkness and tried not to cry.
The First paced the shadowy space. "But who's the 'Uncle Yuuto' you know?"
"You never had a twin brother?"
The First snorted. "No. Certainly not one with the same name!"
"You're Yuuto too?" Izuku feared that would get confusing. "Can I still call you First?"
"Sure, everyone else in the Void does. I've gone by many names over the years, but Yuuto was my birthname," the First said. Even his mannerisms seemed exactly like Yuuto, like the way he ran his fingers through his hair and hunched his shoulders when distressed. He started muttering under his breath, another Yuuto habit. "Did he turn my corpse into one of his Nomu? That's revolting and exactly like him. The ultimate insult to my legacy!"
"My uncle isn't dead. He eats dinner with us." Once, Izuku had accidentally walked in on his uncle getting out of the shower when he'd forgotten to lock the door. He'd seen no signs of the inhuman characteristics of the Nomu from the visions.
The First stopped and snapped his fingers. "He hired an actor to pretend to be me! That's exactly the kind of creepy thing my brother would do."
"Uh, that would have to be some amazing acting. You two have the exact same voice and mannerisms." The similarities couldn't be dismissed as coincidental. Izuku remembered reading an article about long-lost twins finding out how much they had in common. "Do you think my father could have cloned you?"
The First turned even paler. "Oh my god, he would, and the poor, innocent clone probably doesn't know anything about his villainy."
"That seems like the most plausible explanation we have at the moment." Which mean the two Yuutos were ultimately different people despite their similar mannerisms. Izuku had already assumed as much, hence why he thought of this one as "First" even inside his own head.
"Then I have a little brother. I've got to protect him from Hisashi, too! That twisted bastard will be treating him like a replacement!" The First bit his thumbnail.
Izuku cleared his throat. "I agree, so I need to wake up." He was trying to be sensitive to his new uncle's mental breakdown. But he was also very worried about his sleeping body, unconscious while in the same house as All for One, who apparently knew about the quirk he'd just inherited.
"Right! Of course!" The First straightened. "Even if you can't convince your mother, you must escape this house. Go straight to the Eighth. He'll be able to protect you."
Izuku made a neutral sound. He had no intention of going anywhere without Mom.
"Can't make any promises, huh?" The First ruffled his hair. Uncanny, how his every gesture mimicked Yuuto. "I understand. You have the heart of a hero. Best of luck, my dear nephew."
Izuku woke up.
His world had shifted in a horrific and drastic way. When he'd closed his eyes, he'd been filled with excitement about meeting All Might, obtaining a quirk, and trying out for U.A. Now he knew that his father was a villain and they were destined to fight. Intellectually, Izuku had accepted what he'd seen in the visions, but emotionally, he still couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of his father as an enemy.
And he didn't even know how to begin unpacking that business with his uncle being a clone of his uncle.
Act first, have an emotional breakdown later. Izuku stood up. He swiftly changed into jeans and a T-shirt. Emptying his piggy bank, he stuffed every bit of cash into his wallet. Then he reached for his phone to text All Might. He poured out everything in a rush, wasted precious seconds agonizing over the message, then hit send.
The message failed to deliver. His phone had no internet and the mobile data had no bars.
Izuku bit his lip. It could have been a coincidence, but he knew full well it wasn't.
He found a pair of old sandals in his closet, but he didn't put them on yet. Bare feet would be quieter. He held the sandals as he padded down the hallway toward his parents' bedroom.
He opened the door inch by inch, praying it wouldn't creak. His heart hammered. After he'd realized his phone was being jammed, the smart thing would be to head straight for the door. Even if he could find his mother, he didn't know how he'd convince her to run away with him. If he told her that his father was a villain, she'd want to take him straight to the hospital—hmm, that might not be a bad idea.
The bed was neatly made and empty. Neither Hisashi nor Inko could be found in their room.
Izuku gulped, the sound loud in the silent house. If his mother was gone, then his best option was to find All Might and ask for help finding her.
He no longer bothered to be quiet. There was no point. He ran down the stairs and grabbed his old baseball bat from the hallway closet. If only his new quirk would activate! But he had no idea how long it would take since he'd only eaten All Might's hair yesterday.
Izuku ran for the back door. Cool night air hit his face, along with a few gnats. A figure stood on the porch. Izuku raised the baseball bat, then realized it was Uncle Yuuto.
Lowering his weapon, Izuku asked, "How did you return to Japan so fast?"
"Big brother called me back home early. He said something terrible had happened." Yuuto's expression was undistinguishable in the darkness.
"He probably wants to kidnap you, too," Izuku muttered. "Uncle Yuuto, I know this may sound hard to believe, but we're in a lot of danger. Can you please trust me and run? I promise I'll explain everything as soon as we're away from this house." He looked over his shoulder. "I'm sure there must be guards around this house, did you see anyone?"
"Nope. I'm the only one guarding the back door."
Izuku took a moment to process those words. But his realization came too late. While he'd turned away, Yuuto jammed a needle into his neck.
The whole world went dark.
Izuku woke up on a soft bed. Pretending to be asleep, he shifted to his side, hiding most of his face under the fluffy comforter. Then he cracked one eye open.
At first glance, the bedroom looked luxurious: silk curtains falling over the enormous poster bed, potted flowers on the end table and palm trees in each corner, a spiral carpet, and a white bookshelf so tall it had a ladder attached. Yet Izuku could spot the discrepancies: the bit of metal peeking out from the tan paint on the ceiling, the camera nestled in the chandelier overhead, and the bolts holding the bookshelf to the floor. Most importantly, a round metal door peeked out from behind a velvet curtain.
A vault. He was inside a bank vault, just like the First in his vision. That explained why there were so many plants—to produce oxygen. Baskets on the walls and hanging from the ceiling held even more potted flowers. Izuku's breath came out faster and hoarser.
He tried to slow his breathing, but too late. "I know you're awake." A hand pushed back the curtain. His father stood over him.
Hisashi Midoriya wore a formal grey suit with the first couple buttons of his collar unbuttoned. An easy smile covered the part of his face visible through the life support equipment. Amazing how the sight of his father would have been reassuring yesterday, but now it inspired fear.
Izuku saw no point in further pretense. He sat up. "All for One. Where's Mom?"
Hisashi's mouth pinched in pain. Izuku couldn't tell if the emotion was genuine or not. "Of course, she's perfectly safe. Do you seriously believe I'd hurt my own wife? Is that what you think of your father?"
"I don't know what to believe of you, All for One."
His father shook his head. "All Might turned you against me so easily?"
It hadn't been easy at all. Even now, a part of Izuku wanted to believe everything had been a bad dream. That his kind, loving father still existed. "Your own actions turned me against you. I've seen what you've done. The previous holders showed me."
"Visions from One for All? The quirk can do that?" Hisashi frowned. "I'd hoped it wouldn't activate inside you so quickly. Izuku, this is bad. You need to give me that quirk immediately."
Izuku stared. "Bad for you, obviously, but why would it be bad for me?"
"Because once you can use the full power of One for All, I won't be able to keep you in here. I went through that once already with your uncle…" Hisashi's lips clamped shut. His expression tightened. "One for All can punch through steel. I'll have no choice but to move you to a more restricted confinement."
The vestiges had already explained why One for All was the only hope against All for One. The quirk could only be given, not taken. Izuku bared his teeth. "I'll never surrender to you, villain."
"Izuku, you don't understand. You've already lost. It's over. The only thing you'll do is make this harder on yourself. I can keep you chained to a chair in a straightjacket surrounded by valves to release sleeping gas. But I don't want to have to do that to you."
Crazy. From the calm rationality in his father's voice to the twisted threat behind his words, it all sounded crazy. Izuku held onto only one truth: he refused to surrender. "All Might will save me." It was a pitiful hope. His message to All Might had failed to send. No one would have the slightest idea where to find him. "No matter what you do to me, I'll find a way to escape."
"You really are like your uncle…" Hisashi muttered.
"You mean the original, I assume? Not the clone." Izuku had been trying not to think about Uncle Yuuto's betrayal. He'd suffered too many emotional wounds already—if he dwelt on them, then his mind would collapse. He still wanted to believe the original assumption he'd come up with together with First: that Uncle Yuuto was an innocent dupe of All for One just like Mom. Maybe Dad had lied to his brother to convince him to drug Izuku. He refused to pass judgement until he'd had a chance to talk to his uncle and hear his story from his own lips.
"Clone? What on earth are you talking about?" Hisashi shook his head. "Whatever has recently awakened inside One for All must be lying to you. They didn't want to admit the truth about their originator."
"They showed me what happened to the First user. You killed him with your so-called protection."
"I showed your uncle the truth about the world. I freed him from his childish delusions and self-destructive foolishness. Perhaps I should have already done the same for you. After what happened with your mother when she learned a little too much…I should have realized it would always need to be like this. I'm strong enough to protect my family from any external threats. But there's only one way I can ensure that you're not a danger to yourself."
"What are you talking about?" Izuku asked, ashamed that he hadn't been able to keep a note of fear from the question. "What did you do to Mom?" His fingers tightened on the cover.
Hisashi didn't answer. Instead, his hand lashed out and grabbed Izuku's forehead.
Reacting too late, Izuku tried to claw at the arm restraining him. Before he could manage more than a pitiful thrash, his vision went dark.
Izuku stood in a shadowy world, exactly like the place he'd met the First One for All user. Darkness crawled up most of his body. His father stood across from him, turned away and not looking at him. Instead, he was muttering to himself.
Red lines extended from the tips of Hisashi's fingers. They started to crawl toward his son. That didn't look good. Izuku yanked the darkness off his mouth and shouted, "First! Are you here?"
Hisashi's head spun. "Izuku? How can you be awake and aware?" In the dream world, his father's face had been restored: his scars gone and his eyes blazing red.
Izuku kept shouting. "First! Please!" The red lines had reached his feet. He didn't think he'd like what happened once they touched his skin.
The First appeared standing in front of him, one hand raised. The red threads shot backward, and Hisashi also stumbled back a step.
"What are those things?" the First whispered. "They're vile."
Hisashi stared at the face of his younger brother. "Yuuto? No, it can't be. What are you? A memory?"
"More than that." The First sneered. "I've existed inside my quirk ever since I choked to death on your torture table. Would you truly do the same thing to your own son? Did you learn nothing from watching me die? You'll strangle Izuku to death the same way, with your insane version of love. Then will you replace him with a clone, too? Clones aren't the same as the original person! But I suppose you wouldn't get that, since you see people as objects you can own."
"I know clones aren't the same people as their DNA donors." Hisashi actually cracked a smile, albeit a twisted one. "You're the one who appears confused as to what's going on. If I had to guess, I'd say One for All must awaken a vestige of a person after their death, and when your heart stopped beating, it copied you before I had time to resuscitate you."
"Before you…? You're lying," the First said, but he no longer sounded certain. "I would never have joined you."
Hisashi paced around the space where Izuku was bound by darkness, mumbling to himself. "What a fascinating ability! It might be useful to have a backup brother kept in a nice, safe Void, since Yuuto remains as reckless as ever. I'd have to keep you separate, of course. If there's a copy of Izuku too, then even better. I wonder if I could pass One for All along to Inko, just long enough to ensure the quirk stockpiles her, before taking it back?"
The First snarled, "You don't have One for All, and you never will."
Izuku clenched his jaw. "I'll never give it to you willingly."
"Ah, but you will." Hisashi's smile became even more malicious. "You wanted to know how you came to join my side, didn't you, my dear little brother? It took a combination of two quirks. One of them was an empathy ability, allowing me to feel the thoughts and emotions of another person as if they were my own. I absolutely hated it. Would you believe it even made a superior existence like me feel guilt? But it was quite useful for espionage purposes, so I kept it long enough to find a minion to pass it along to. Lucky thing, too. Because later I learned how to combine quirks."
Izuku watched as the red lines formed again from his father's fingers. They dangled slackly to the ground. Izuku kept a careful eye, waiting for them to attack. The First stood between his brother and his nephew.
Hisashi continued, "I also stole a reversal quirk, another hidden ability like yours, my adorable little brother. Although useless to the original holder, when combined with one of the quirks, it reversed its affects—turning a fire ability to ice or an attraction ability to repulsion. Or an empathy ability into something I could use to impose my own thoughts on others." His eyes blazed an unholy red. "I could permanently overwrite someone's sense of empathy with my own." He chuckled. "Needless to say, I don't have much empathy. The only people I care about are my family. So, after I use my ability on you two, the only people you'll care about are family as well."
Red threads leapt forward. Izuku had no time to contemplate the horror of his father's words. He fought against the darkness around him, dodging.
His body trembling, First raised his hands again, raising a barrier. "When I said it would be better to die than stay with you, I thought I was exaggerating. It turns out I wasn't!" The red onslaught faltered against the force of his will.
This actually seemed to hit Hisashi's sore spot. He snarled, "I did what I had to in order to save you from yourself. The current you has freedom, just like you always wanted. He's only fulfilling his true desires without restraint. He's happy."
More and more lines extended from Hisashi's fingers. Soon the First didn't seem able to hold them all off. One slipped through his invisible barrier and wrapped around his arm. He screamed. Another thread crept past him to latch onto Izuku's elbow.
Pain lanced into his head. Something foul was trying to get into his mind. He thrashed like a fish caught on the line, desperate to get that thing off.
Only a second passed before the First yanked the thread off. That second had been the longest in Izuku's life. He'd never felt such agony.
The First raised his hands again. Red threads pushed against his barrier, knocking him a step backward.
Hisashi laughed in triumph. "There's no need to fight me. It won't hurt. You'll remain the same people—your priorities just shift a little, that's all. Even if you do fight me, it's futile." A note of mockery entered his voice. "You can't stop me."
"Not so fast," a female voice said. A dark-haired woman in a blue suit with a white cape appeared between Hisashi and the First. Izuku recognized Nana Shimura from the picture in All Might's wallet.
More ghostly people appeared: a bald man, a shortie with a high collar, a white-haired giant, a man with a ponytail, and a spikey-haired blonde with a strong resemblance to Kacchan. It brought back intense memories of his childhood friend, who he hadn't seen since the Bakugo family moved to America. It had always bothered Izuku how Kacchan had never replied to his letters, but he'd tried not to fret over it.
Nana bared her teeth. The hatred that filled her eyes bordered on unheroic. "Together, we're strong enough to stop you, All for One."
The vestiges raised their hands. A stream of light poured forth. The red threads faded away. Hisashi stumbled backward, raising a hand to cover his eyes. Then he vanished.
The First said, "He must have been lying about my body being still alive, right? Surely it's a clone. He lies all the time. Probably just trying to mess with my head."
Nana shouldered him aside. "First, not now, please. Our time is limited." Her eyes locked with Izuku's. "We managed to knock All for One unconscious. If you let me borrow your body, then I believe I can force the activation for One for All early and bust a hole in the side of the vault so you can escape. Fair warning: it will almost certainly break your arm. It could do worse. But All for One wasn't bluffing about keeping you in a straightjacket. Now he knows he can't brainwash you as long as we're here, he'll start resorting to worse methods to get your quirk from you. This may be your only shot."
"Let's do it." Izuku nodded. "I'm not afraid of a little pain."
Something unbearably sad flashed across Nana's eyes. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but then the dream-world faded away.
Izuku stared up at the bed canopy. He sat up.
His father lay sprawled on the carpet, a bit of drool escaping his open mouth. Izuku paused only long enough to check that he was still breathing and his life support equipment in place before running toward the door.
Something cold brushed against his cheek. He glimpsed the wavery upper half of Nana's body out of the corner of his eye. He held open his arms. "Do what you must. No matter how many of my bones break, I won't blame you, as long as you can get me out of here."
"Spoken like a hero." Nana dove into his chest.
It felt strange, as if a fog had come over his vision. His hand moved on its own, touching his face and tugging a lock of hair. Then Nana raised his left arm and pulled it back in a punch.
The wall exploded outward in a boom. His arm broke. Izuku's lips couldn't move, but his mind screamed in pain. He could tell Nana was taking part of the sensation on herself, lessening his suffering. But it still felt agonizing.
Instead of heading out through the hole, Nana stepped his legs backward. Inside their shared headspace, Izuku cried, We need to go! Give me back my body!
Nana didn't reply. She stood over Hisashi's unconscious form and raised Izuku's unbroken arm.
It took him a moment to realize what she was about to do. Then horror filled his mind. No! Stop! Please don't kill my father!
Izuku fought with all his might. Under his will, the arm started to lower.
Nana twisted his lips to form words. "You don't know what he's done, kid. I'm sorry." She wrenched his arm up again.
This is wrong! A hero can't kill an unconscious man. He belongs in jail, not dead. No matter what he's done to you, please remember that you're still a hero.
Nana said, "This isn't just about revenge. Didn't you hear him say that he's done to your mother the same thing he did to your uncle? Only his death will break the hold of his brainwashing. The Second and the Third spent their entire lives searching for how to free the First. From their findings, All for One can't remove the ability even if he wants to. Killing him is the only way."
Izuku noted that apparently the other vestiges had known about the two Yuutos for a long time but hadn't said anything to vestige First. But that wasn't important at the moment.
There's always another way! If you're a hero, you should know that! he cried at Nana.
"He might yet be able to do it to you, too. It took all our efforts to stop him once. You haven't seen the full horror of what he created from the other First. You're better off dead than ending up like that. Best of all if he dies instead."
That's my choice to make! This is my body! Izuku fought against Nana's control with all his might. His hand trembled, veins standing out. In desperation, he admitted his true feelings. Please don't use my body to kill my father! I love him!
Nana hesitated. Her control faltered. Then she said, "Even if you never forgive me, this is for your own good." She raised Izuku's hand. Green lightning started to crackle down it. His father's injured face stared up sightlessly, looking pale and weak.
Screaming in rage and terror, Izuku fought with all his heart and soul. He summoned up every happy memory he had of his father holding his hand to cross the street, bringing home gifts, helping him with his homework. All his love for his dad coalesced into a need to save him.
He yanked his hand upward. The power of One for All faded out. He stood panting, his body back under his control.
Nana was still fighting him. He snarled, "All Might would be ashamed of you." The insult landed—he could feel her pain as her will finally faded away.
Izuku didn't know if he'd be able to trust the vestiges again after this treachery. Certainly not Nana. It hurt even more because he'd just been betrayed by his father and his uncle. Now he had no one left to trust. He hoped the others hadn't been part of Nana's decision. He had no time to dwell on it.
He ran through the hole in the vault, leaping over sharp bits of metal. The corridor looked white and shiny, like a laboratory, with no windows or doors within his eyesight. Which way should he go? He picked a direction at random and ran.
Each step made his broken arm throb. Sheer willpower kept him going.
The hallway split into two, but both corridors looked the same. Izuku hesitated, clutching his throbbing shoulder. Footsteps came from the right side, along with a strangely animalistic snuffling.
That made up his mind. Izuku ran down the left path.
Unfortunately, the sounds kept following him. He didn't think he was being chased—it didn't sound like running—but the sniffing kept getting closer.
Before Izuku, one of the walls dropped away to reveal a huge laboratory. He was moving along a path winding around the upper half of the two-story room. If he kept going forward, he'd be completely exposed to view. But if he stopped, the thing behind him would catch up.
Izuku spotted a trunk of equipment sitting next to the stairs leading down to the laboratory. He heard shuffling behind him. He made a split-second decision.
Leaping forward, Izuku dove down behind the trunk. His heart hammered. He prayed no one in the room below had spotted him during his brief moment of exposure.
The thing kept going, continuing past him down the stairs.
Izuku dared poke his head up.
A monster with black skin and an exposed brain climbed down the stairs carrying a stack of papers. It smelled like a corpse.
Many more such creatures were below, floating in glass tanks. Dozens if not a hundred of them. Izuku's stomach turned. Several people in white coats moved among the equipment filling the huge room below.
A very familiar bald man wearing googles stepped forward to take the papers away from the monster. Dr. Tsubasa, a close friend of his father's and frequent guest for dinner. He was involved in this, too?
Izuku was even more surprised when his mother stepped out from behind a tank.
Inko had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She held up a tray of cookies. "Hungry, Dr. Tsubasa?"
"Don't mind if I do." He took a cookie. "Delicious as always, ma'am."
"Thank you. I made them for Izuku, but Hisashi says he's not ready to see me." Inko scowled.
Dr. Tsubasa smoothly changed the subject. "Would you like to help me pick your husband's next quirk?" He held up a folder. "Files on children from the orphanage I sponsor."
"Hmm, how many can we take?" Inko tapped her chin.
"We turn them into Nomu afterward, but there's a limit to how many orphans we can make disappear. Just pick one this time."
Izuku wanted to vomit. Those things down there had once been people? Some of them had been children? His mother knew?
He'd been able to take the news about his father and keep functioning because, well, no surprise his father was on the sociopath spectrum. He wasn't blind. But he would never in a million years believe this of his mother. Dad had done something to Mom. Something terrible.
Inko flipped through the pages. "The ice quirk looks useful…so does this stealth ability…but wait, what about the strength quirk?"
Dr. Tsubasa laughed. "The master already has one of those."
"Instead of picking one for my husband, what about Izuku?" Inko smiled. "Hisashi already explained to me why he can't keep the one he currently has, it's too dangerous. But if his dad gets him a new quirk, I'm sure it will soften the blow of losing the last one. He's always liked strength abilities, because they remind him of All Might."
"If you suggest it, ma'am, then I'm sure the master will agree." Dr. Tsubasa added a sticky note to the file. "Emica Takahashi, age seven. I'll send someone to pick her up at once."
Izuku hyperventilated. He clamped a hand over his mouth to stop sounds from escaping. Someone was about to die because his mother wanted to bring him back a shiny new quirk. Because of him. His fault. No! He could still stop this! He memorized the girl's name. He had to escape no matter what, so he could send the heroes to save her.
Unfortunately, he remained stuck completely out in the open, with only a guardrail between him and the laboratory below. He scooted the trunk sideways, using it as cover as he moved toward the door at the other end.
Each noise as the trunk scraped against the floor made his heart thump. As he reached the door, he risked another peek. No one was looking at him. Izuku lunged for the door.
Below, someone screamed, "Dr. Garaki, it's the boy! Look up!"
Izuku didn't dare glance over his shoulder. He slammed the door behind him, then ran. He could already hear the sound of pursuit coming up the stairs.
"What's that noise?" Uncle Yuuto poked his head out from a metal door. He wore jeans and an old sweater with a hole in the elbow. His grin widened upon spotting Izuku. "Are you running away? In your pajamas, no less. Do you want to hide in my room? What happened to your arm?"
Izuku screeched to a halt. He watched his uncle closely, wary for an attack. "Don't take this the wrong way, Uncle Yuuto, but I don't trust you. Not after you knocked me out."
"Sorry, kid, but that was for your own good. I could hardly let you get kidnapped by All Might, your father's archnemesis. I'm not going to help you escape, either. Big brother explained that it's not safe for you out on the streets."
"And you always believe what he says?" Izuku muttered sarcastically.
"That's right. Big brother knows best," Yuuto said with no trace of irony. "But I'll help you hide from the doctor, because I don't like him very much." He shrugged. "I'll even patch up your arm before you go back to playing hide-and-seek with my brother."
The sounds behind him were getting closer and Izuku had nowhere to go except through his uncle. He ran a tongue over his dry lips. "Fine. Where do we—?"
Before Izuku could finish his sentence, Uncle Yuuto yanked him into his room.
OMAKE TIME!
Omake: They Still Fight About Yuuto's Recklessness and Hisashi's Smothering Too
Yuuto: Next chapter will be time for some uncle-nephew bonding!
Hisashi: Uh, I'd actually prefer you two don't talk at the moment, for…reasons.
Yuuto: Tough luck! If you want to find Izuku, you'll have to beat us at hide-and-seek fair and square.
Hisashi: I should have found a quirk that made him less of a pain in my ass.
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Omake: Meanwhile…
All Might: (Bursting into the Principal's Office.) Nezu, I misplaced a child! Help me!
Nezu: I haven't had my coffee yet. Let me fill up a mug while you explain to me exactly what you mean by that.
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Omake: Not Fanfic Canon For Reasons That Will Become Evident Later
Hisashi: I have such a fun trick to play on All Might. I'm going to brainwash Nana's grandson into becoming a villain!
Hisashi watches Tomura slaughter his entire family with Decay.
Hisashi: Whoa, clearly no brainwashing necessary to turn this one into a psychopath!
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Omake: Incorrect Quotes, The Avatar the Last Airbender Edition
First: My brother turned my living self into a brainwashed puppet.
Banjo: That's rough, buddy.
First: Did anyone ever tell you that you suck at comforting people?
Banjo: Yes, all the time. Nana told me so just yesterday.
First: It remains true. This isn't just a little rough! It's a disaster of catastrophic proportions! There's someone who looks like me going on about how great All for One is. My brother is such a creep, making his puppet say stuff like that.
Banjo: That's funny, because I don't think that removing your conscience would cause you to idolize your older brother. Oh, wait! That must be how you felt about him before you learned about the villain thing.
First: Aargh!
Izuku: What's happening in there? I keep hearing screaming sounds in my head.
Hikage: The First appears to be attempting to remove the Fifth's face with his teeth.
En: Banjo-senpai has always been a bit lacking in tact. Should we go save him?
Second/Kaji: Look, my honey has been going through a very hard time lately. If ripping off Banjo's face with his teeth makes him feel any better, then I fully support him in this endeavor.
Nana: I agree. If I found out that All for One had been parading around my brainwashed corpse, I'd lose my mind too. As an added bonus, maybe this valuable experience will teach Banjo some tact. Win-win.
En: (In a tone indicated he'd never cared that much.) Sounds good to me.
Izuku: So, uh, I take it all of you vestiges have been stuck together in a small space for a bit too long.
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Omake: Speaking of People Lacking in Tact
First: Let's discuss how we're going to kill my evil duplicate.
Second/Kaji: Kill him? Shouldn't we try to save him from the brainwashing?
First: Nope. It's hopeless. Euthanasia is the only way.
Second/Kaji: Look, I care about all versions of you so I can't give up so easily.
First: You just want a threesome.
Second/Kaji: I'm not saying I haven't thought about it but that's definitely not the reason. Ahhhhhhhhhhh my face!
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Omake: Yuuto Shouldn't Have Eaten My Last Chocolate Bar
Izuku: What the hell, Author?
Author: I was in a bad mood when writing this story.
Izuku: What does that have to do with me?
Author: Nothing, you were just a convenient target to receive my rage at the universe.
Izuku: You're testing my resolve to become a hero who saves everyone.
Author: What, already? Wait until you see what I have planned for next chapter.
Author's Note: In chapter one, it might have seemed like a good thing that Yuuto persuaded Hisashi to stay with his family after his injuries, but this directly lead to Inko finding out about his illicit business (exactly as he'd originally feared) and getting brainwashed.
Try not to judge Nana too quickly for what she did. She's…been through a lot in this AU.
This story will update once a week on Tuesday. Thank you for joining me on this train to hell.