A/N: Warning, this chapter has manga spoilers regarding Dabi's real name. Please don't read if you don't want to spoil anything! Other than that, please enjoy and let me know what you think about where the story is going so far!

Chapter 16: The League of Villains Part 2

"Shigaraki," the man with glasses and a cigarette calls out cheerfully as he enters the room, "You League of Villains have been the talk of the town for the last several days…" before he can finish, his eyes land on Katori's father, and she notices the clear drop in his carefree demeanor. "Replicant, didn't expect someone of your rank to be in a place like this," his voice shakes as he speaks.

"Giran," her father speaks in that chilling tone of his. "Long time, no see," he cocks his head to the side, "I believe you still owe me money," he says in a leveled tone as he leans disinterestedly against the bar top.

"Ah, yes…yes that is true… you see I had a shipment coming in…but customs… and you know how these things go…" he stumbles over his words, visibly shaking as his eyes wander around the room frantically.

"I am assuming you are here as a middle man to provide headcount for their cause?" he asks the man and he nods. Her father takes in a steady breath, turning to Shigaraki. "How much are you paying him per head?"

"One-million-yen, cash," Shigaraki grunts at the outlandish amount the man expects for expendable bodies.

Replicant releases a humored scoff at this, "You have the money?" Shigaraki nods, beginning to hand over the case to Giran when Replicant intercepts. "Your debt's paid off now, Giran."

"There was Four-million-yen in there, I only owed—"

"Interest rates are skyrocketing these days, are they not, Giran?" he turns to Shigaraki, "Keep these two, and the other two you've paid for, but I will give you my men for a discounted price; you're paying him too much."

"So, it's really you, huh?" the black-haired man with patches of burned skin speaks up to Replicant. "Gotta say, I'm a fan of your work. Your fight with the top five couple years back was inspiring," he rasps as the grin on his face threatens to rip at the staples on his cheeks.

"Wow, it's the weird hand guy!" the blonde girl calls out with excitement in her tone as she turns her attention to Shigaraki. "You're friends with my hero, Stain, right? So cool! Let me join the League, I wanna be in your group!"

Katori reads both of their Quirks, noticing the guy with the patchy skin to have a fire Quirk, which explains the burned skin, while the girl can assume someone's form. She glances over at her father, who watches them carefully.

"I guess I can introduce them before I go," Giran states, lazily gesturing to the girl. "This one looks like an adorable high school girl, right? She's actually a suspect in a series of deaths where the victims all bled out. So far, her name and face have been kept out of the media."

"Toga here! Himiko Toga!" she excitedly introduces herself, then begs to join the league in the name of Stain.

"You've got to be kidding me, is she crazy?" Shigaraki groans.

"Well, she can hold a conversation. For the most part, at least. Come on, she can be useful," he tells him, knowing that he won't be getting any of his money for these two anyway. "And this guy," he motions to the dark-haired man. "Hasn't committed any flashy crimes, but he's taken Stain's ideology to heart."

"I don't like this, is your group really dedicated to the Hero Killer's mission? I can't imagine you are if you're going to let this little psycho join you," he says glancing over at the blonde. "Not to mention her," he says as he nods at Katori. She blinks at him as he smiles lopsidedly at her. "I've seen you on TV as well. You're the girl from the UA sports festival. A hero in training."

"Her actions align with our mission," Replicant assures him.

"Is that right?" he asks as his turquoise eyes stare into her. "Sure she's not gonna get sympathetic to all those heroes spouting around her?" His hands are dug in his pockets as his eyes do a once over her from head to toe. "Gotta say, you don't really look like you're still in high school," he grunts at her.

"I'm still underage you patchy skinned bastard," she deadpans as Replicant glances over at his daughter, raising her better than to speak in such a way, while she can't help but feel Bakugo's arrogant confidence flowing through her.

"You're spunky, we should be friends!" the blonde coos and Katori would want nothing less than to be friends with the likes of her.

He finds Katori's response amusing and simply nods, looking away from her and onto Replicant. "Not sure about them, he says nodding to Shigaraki and his warp gate, "but if the Hero Killer: Replicant's working with them, I guess I can't refuse. Name's Dabi. That's all you're getting for now."

"Replicant, Replicant, Replicant," Shigaraki begins growling under his breath, "First it was Stain and now it's Replicant! No one is talking about my Nomus and it's starting to piss me off!"

He jumps from his chair, lunging towards the two newcomers as they launch towards him for a fight as well. Katori backs away as Magnetic grabs for her, shielding her from whatever may transpire between them. However, the warp gate extends his arms out, causing everyone's hands to be scattered throughout the room, and their reach for blood to turn up empty.

Her father pushes himself off of the bar, grabbing for the black-haired man's shoulder, placing his hand firmly on him before coolly saying, "There's no need for such hostility among friends." Katori watches her father with narrowed eyes, noticing that he only grabs for the man, and not the blonde. He is not one for senselessly touching people, and it is clear he does so to assume his Quirk, but Katori doesn't understand why.

"Please calm yourself, Tomura Shigaraki," Kurogiri commands the man-child. "If your desire is to be realized, then we must increase own numbers, and we cannot do so without his army."

"Some of those Yakusa funds could further my research," Katori hears another voice speak over the television.

"Yes, Doctor. It would be significant to our cause. What do you say, Replicant?" the chilling voice on the television responds.

"Of course," Replicant smiles widely.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes, "I'm outta here," he says as he storms off.

Katori's father glances over at her as Magnetic moves his hands down from hugging her close to him. He gives him a stern look, and the man nods, reading his non-verbal queue to return Katori to campus. Her father turns from her to the warp gate.

"You will have your men ready in a week. I suggest you go for the boy over All Might," he tells them. "Crushing the Symbol of Peace by stripping him of his successor will ensure the man's downfall." He finishes his drink, and thanks him for his hospitality. "I will wire the funds necessary for your research, All for One," her father turns to the television. "I look forward to working with you," he smiles taking the briefcase of money and leaving the hideout with Magnetic and the others to follow.

Katori turns around to watch the blonde girl skip away on her own, while the patchy perv saunters behind them with his hands dug into his pockets. Giran tries to reason with her father to return some of his money, but he does not listen to the man as something is clearly swimming in his mind.

"Magnetic," her father calls out to his right-hand man, as she looks up at him. "Get the girl to her school," he says and the bald man places his hand on her shoulder to guide her away from her father. She sends him a longing smile that he does not return, wishing she had more time with him to hug him and tell her everything that has been looming over her since the sports festival and since her talk with Aizawa.

Replicant turns to Giran as soon as Katori is out of sight from them, grabbing him by the collar, and pressing a blue flame to his face. Dabi's lidded eyes widen at the sight of his Quirk in use, as he halts his stride to watch the man at work. "When I say a debt has been paid, Giran, you smile and thank me for my generosity. Next time will not be as pleasant."

"Yes of course, Sir! My apologies," the man frantically returns with his hands up in surrender.

"Get out of my sight. I can't stand the smell of you," he grunts at him as he tosses his collar from his grip, and the man staggers away from him after bowing to him for forgiveness.

Replicant looks down at his hand, holding the hot flames in his grip as he feels his body heating and singeing at its intensity. "What do you call this Quirk of yours?" he asks, not looking at the marred man as his eyes focus on the blue flames that dance off his palms.

"Cremation," Dabi rasps with a lopsided smirk plastered on his lips.

Replicant hums at this, extinguishing the flames, "It's stronger than your father's. That must explain the scars."

"Huh?" Dabi narrows his eyes at the man who finally turns to look back at him.

"Hellflame has its advantages—self harm being the biggest in this case—but this Cremation Quirk could easily best the Number Two Hero if strategically handled."

"The hell you talkin' bout old man?" Dabi lowers his head, shadowing his face as his body heats up.

Replicant scoffs at the boy's attempt at intimidation. "Please, boy," he laughs, "I assumed your Quirk to be sure, but you look just like your father at that age. He was my best friend for years; you think I wouldn't recognize his own kin? I can distinguish that shit eating grin of his even past those scars."

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he growls as he presses the flames to his fists, preparing for a fight.

Replicant slugs his shoulders down, already feeling exhausted and disappointed with the direction of this conversation. "I was Enji's punching bag for years, Boy. If you'd like to fight, I can guarantee you that I will best you, since I taught him most of his tricks. But you are welcome to try." Dabi sneers at him, preparing himself for a fight when Replicant exhales, "Very well, if you're ready to die here before seeing the downfall of your father, then I suppose that's your own decision to make. I won't stop you," he says placing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

Dabi launches himself at the man, reaching for a right hook that the white-haired villain effortlessly dodges by stepping back. He allows the boy to make all the offensive moves, as he focuses on stepping away and prolonging the fight until the boy burns himself; he can already smell the charring of his flesh.

Replicant keeps his hands dug in his pockets as he lazily dances around the boy with well-timed steps against the charred villain's attacks. A smug smile reaches the white-haired villain's lips at how frustrated his opponent is getting at his lack of engagement in the fight.

Dabi heats up the fire at his fists and begins punching at the man with heated hits, while Replicant notices that he moves the same as Enji, only slower. He smiles to himself, reading each and every move of his and dodging each of them expertly.

Dabi lunges at him with an annoyed growl as his movements become desperate, agitated, and reckless when his emotions begin to cloud his movements. Replicant shakes his head in disappointment at the boy's quickly waning control, remembering Enji to be the same.

"I'm bored of this," the white-haired man announces, pulling his hand from his pockets and grabbing Dabi by the back of his neck with vicious force. He drives the scarred man into a bow as he places a controlled flame under the man's face, painstakingly close to burning his skin. "You clearly have much more to learn if you hope to do any damage to the Number Two Hero."

"The hell do you want?" Dabi grunts between gritted teeth as he struggles in the man's unshakable hold.

"To have a civil conversation," he tells him with the fire strongly dancing against his palm. "Is that something you're capable of?"

"Yeah, whatever. Just let me go!" Dabi grumbles.

"That doesn't sound very civil," he teases.

"Yeah," he returns angrily. Replicant lifts his hand close to the black-haired villain's face. "Yes!" he says with more conviction.

"Yes…?" Replicant presses for better manners.

"Yes, Sir!"

Replicant releases the boy, "It's like pulling teeth with you Todorokis," he says straightening out his suit. He looks onto the boy, noticing the same turquoise eyes as his father's and Replicant can't help but smile at the similarities in their hard-pressed gaze, missing that look from his once dear friend.

"As you're aware," Replicant begins as Dabi straitens out his jacket, "The League of Villains will be making a move against All Might and his students, and despite how old you may think my daughter looks, she is one of those students," he tells him in a hard tone that underlays disgust at the boy's words towards his daughter.

"Yeah, what of it?" Dabi asks, trying to regain his cool demeanor after the embarrassing defeat.

Replicant grits his teeth that the boy's continuous tone, but doesn't have the patience to teach him respect of all things. "I want you to ensure that none of his poorly trained brutes makes a move against her when they decide to invade."

Dabi scoffs, "You're gonna be sending in your own goons into the mix, why not have them protect the little princess?"

Replicant cracks his neck, feeling exhausted by the smug boy, who reminds him a bit of himself back in the day, "Loyalty is something that can easily be bought… and outbid," he coaches the villain. "I may have men that I trust, but if Shigaraki manages to buy them over and make a fatal move against my daughter, I may be able to level the ground of his hideout, but that does not change the fact that she will be dead."

"So, you're gonna trust someone you've just met to do the job?" Dabi laughs at the man's weak plan.

"No," Replicant sighs at him. "I am going to trust that Touya Todoroki wants to remain dead until he's formulated the best retaliation against his dear father, Enji Todoroki." Dabi sneers at this, feeling his body heat at the mention of his true name. "You keep my daughter safe, and I do the same with your identity," he tells him simply. "If not, I will not only out you to the man himself, but I will also take away any chance of vengeance against your family that you may have coaxed. And then, I will incinerate you with your own Quirk."

"But your daughter will be dead," Dabi reminds him with a sinister smile.

"It's a tradeoff of mutual trust and respect that I am suggesting," Replicant tells him with harsh eyes. He turns from the boy and after a moment of hesitation, Dabi follows the white-haired man as he continues, "I can tell that any half-assed plan you've plotted against your father will crumble the second you make your move against him, just based on how sluggish your movements were against me now. As it stands, you wouldn't win a fight against Enji in his teens, let alone now," he adds offhandedly.

Dabi rolls his eyes, but Replicant does not see as he continues, "You're a spoiled child with daddy issues and an inferiority complex stemming from your father who suffered the same. Your development with your Quirk has stunted since your training with him. But if you would like my help, I will happily assist in a successful family reunion," he says with a smirk forming on his lips at the idea of Enji's face when the truth comes out that he trained his own boy against him. "Enji has a long history of being on the receiving end of my attacks."

Dabi sighs, realizing that he is in no position for giving Endeavor a taste of his own medicine, and finds the man's proposal enticing to say the least. "And all I gotta do his make sure no one offs the little brat?" he ensures before signing away to a man who seems to know how to write up a few shackling contracts.

"That is all I ask," he says with a smile, flashing his teeth at the boy.

The black-haired villain stops his stride and exhales, knowing that he has no other option. "Yeah, alright, you gotta deal."

"Good," Replicant smiles at him. "Now that that's settled," he says in a chilling tone, looking onto the scorched boy, "Have you learned Prominence Burn?"