"So, let me get this straight… you let her out of her room because she said she needed to go to the bathroom?!" If it wasn't obvious already, I was furious.

I'm not going to lie to myself, or to anyone for that matter, but when I had gotten back to the Shie Hissaikai and passed Eri off to Chronostasis for him to watch over her, I stormed right into my office and broke/repaired all of my stuff for the next hour and a half.

Why you may be asking? Well, to relieve the stress that had built up in my system throughout the meeting between me, Lemillion, and Deku, of course!

Now, that's not to say that I disliked the fact that I met with those two—they're on my top ten list of my favourite Boku No Hero Academia characters for a reason—but I disliked the pathetic excuse that the two supposed guards gave to me as to why Eri escaped in the first place.

"W-Were sorry boss!" The two guards spoke simultaneously as I rubbed my forehead's sides, an annoyed expression strew across my face as I closed my eyes tightly to forget seeing their incompetent faces.

Never, in my entire life of being alive in this new body, had I been more disappointed—and that is to say that in the last few hours of my life here, I've felt confusion, grief, fear, loneliness, sadness, anxiety, and rage. Not a good start, if you ask me.

But to top everything off with a nice, big red bow, I was surrounded by a bunch of directionless idiots. The guards were supposed to keep tabs on Eri. Not to let her out without my expressed permission. I know I said I was going to mend my relationship with her, but that takes time. I can't do that at the drop of a hat. I have to work slowly to rebuild her trust in me, which is in the negative, by the way.

Now, to be fair to myself, I knew I could probably just talk-no-Jutsu it and face absolutely no repercussions and get my true plans underway, but I knew that wouldn't work. I wasn't going to cop out because I had the ability to, I wanted to build up a genuine, healthy, father-daughter relationship between us. I can't rush things, especially after what I—no—Chisaki did to her.

However. I also had to keep up appearances. So, with that being said….

"You have about ten seconds to leave my office before I turn the two of you into a puddle of blood and sinew on the floor. GO!" I slammed my hands on the table for the added effect and glared at them with a killing intent so intense that I was assured that they pissed themselves running.

I leaned back into the office chair that Overhaul owned, which, might I add, was freaking sweet! It was a black spinny chair with a cushioned back, a cup holder, and built-in heating. This thing must've cost him at least 100,000 yen, or whatever that was the equivalent to in Canadian money.

Then there was the desk—solid cedar wood with metal braces to ensure that it wouldn't collapse. There were even carvings into the wood that resembled the Budai or at least a Budai-esque figure.

I took in a deep breath, then calmly exhaled. I had many, many plans for the day. Paying bills, orchestrating the drug trade the gang ran, sending out hits for Overhauls Assassin Team—of which I didn't know he had! And also deal with a certain shaggy-haired man child.

Now that… that asshole was going to get in my way. The events after the Overhaul arc were concerning to me. The last thing I wanted was to be defeated by Deku and have my arms disintegrated, preventing me from using my Quirk.

That was when I remembered something. Something important. Himiko Toga and Jin Babaquiawri were in the building with me. From what I remembered from the Arc in the Manga and anime, the pair were sent in as a way to sabotage me and my group.

And while Chisaki didn't know about that, I did.

Because, unlike Chisaki, I had foresight.

I immediately tapped on the wall, and as soon as I did, a man came out of it. This man was Mimic, who, once he left the wall, immediately dived into the plushie he usually resided in and bowed to me.

"Boss! You called for me?" Mimic asked as I sighed. Mimic was a stone-cold fanatic that would listen to absolutely everything I said as if I was some sort of god that descended from the heavens, so I knew I could be brazen with how I acted around him.

Overhaul was known to be a bit erratic, so any random thing that might have seen out of character to others, Mimic knew to be a part of Overhaul's personality. That being said, I can't just go out of my way and stop everything and act like a goody-two-shoes. That I knew would raise suspicion from the stuffy inhabiting nutcase.

So, as long as I didn't make any rash decisions that even Mimic would protest, he would listen to me. And if there was one thing I knew about Mimic, it was that he would obey absolutely everything I had to say, and treat it as The Gospel.

"Yes, I did. Could you send that blond-haired girl and that man with the duplication Quirk over to my office, please? I wish to speak to them," I stated as Mimic nodded, diving back into the wall. Moments later, the two were pushed through the doorway via a wall and they landed on their rears, comedically might I add, which made me repress a snicker.

"Rude…! Oh, hey birdbrain!" Toga said, her fake cheerful smile on her face made me shiver, which was why I hated Toga, but I digress.

I needed to nip this problem in the bud and fast. I knew they were angry at me for maiming Mr. Compress and killing Magne. While that had happened when Overhaul was still in control of his body, it's now me who was in control, and as I said previously, I didn't want to lose my hands.

So, In a very Overhaul move of me to do, I'm going to pluck this little thorn out of my side before it becomes infected, true to Overhaul's personality. With a glare that I was sure could even make the coldest man shiver, I gave an order to Mimic.

"Mimic, restrain them," I said, and upon snapping my fingers, strips of the wall began to bind them as I proceeded to glare at the dastardly duo. They struggled, which was good for me, and as I stood up, I took off my right white glove and threw it on the table.

"I know what you two were sent here to do. I'm not stupid," I spat, glaring at the pair as Toga went wide-eyed. "You think you can walk up into my establishment, my hard work, and attempt to sabotage me, right?" I spat, clenching my bare hand into a fist. "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that is NOT going to fly."

My statement seemed to make them panic, as I could see Twice struggle even more within the trap I laid bare, and Toga's eyes went wider than dish plates. They knew they were fucked and that they had no way out. They probably hadn't expected me to catch on. But then again, that was foresight for you.

As I said. This was all to preserve my hands, and by extension, my Quirk.

"W-What makes you think that?!" Twice said, his tone of voice a little shaky, but otherwise undeterred. Now, I had to hand it to the guy, all things considered, he was handling it in the way I thought he would. But that worried expression he was making under his mask wasn't doing him any favours. Little had he known, that, unfortunately for him and Toga, he had walked directly into my trap.

Having pre-destined knowledge about what's to come really, and I mean really helps me out. I know exactly what they're going to do, mostly because I saw it on a manga page two weeks before I got hit by that stupid truck, and on the other hand, I knew their characters to the point where I could break them down psychologically point for point in front of them, and they would probably think of me as a stalker.

So, in other words, I had an unfair advantage on my side, mixed with a Yakuza the size of a small town, and I had the Quirk, the resources, and the morale of a king. In laments terms: I was unstoppable.

And as I've reiterated before: All of this was to keep my hands and stay out of trouble. Henceforth was the reason why I had that major canon-diverging meeting with Deku and Lemillion after his canon-scheduled encounter.

"Well, think about it. Why would you come to my base of operations a day after I maimed your friend and killed Magne? It doesn't make sense. Unless, of course, Shigaraki happened to be a sociopath with no care in the world about what happens to you. Since I know people like that, I have deduced that he is NOT a latent sociopath. So, that leads me to only one possible conclusion: He sent you here to get revenge," I said, growling at Twice as he cowered.

"Should I kill'em boss?" Mimic's voice echoed out through the room, the fear stockpiling from those two had been almost cathartic, but I tried my best not to revel in it for too long.

"No, no. I have a better idea. I've been thinking about just how unique my Quirk can be at times. I'd like to test it out by trying something. If it doesn't work, then squish them like the bugs they are," I said, the smile underneath my mask border lining on psychotic.

I approached the blond-haired girl, who looked at me with dagger-like eyes. I could see that she was trying to fidget her way out of the bindings. Too bad for her, because that wasn't going to happen.

I raised my hand into the air, and then, with a forceful slam, I blew apart the wall and her arm that had been squished within it. The blond screamed in pain, and for the first time I would ever assume in her life, she had become vulnerable, just like her many victims in her past.

The particles only stayed in the air for a brief moment, before I activated the reconstruction part of the Quirk.

Parts of the wall and her flesh merged together, almost like I had grafted it to be that way. Her arm was now permanently stuck to that chunk of wall. My devilish smile grew larger underneath my mask. The possibilities with Overhaul's Quirk were immense. It was kinda disappointing seeing it do very little in the anime and manga, but that was what experimentation was for.

Now, as to why I did what I did, well, I suppose I should divulge a little bit. You see, in my past life, I was also a major JoJo fan. So, when I saw Overhaul's Quirk in action, it reminded me of a slightly weaker version of Josuke Higashikata's Crazy Diamond.

So, now that I had the chance to see if my hypothesis was true, I tested it out and willed Toga's arm to be embedded into the wall, along with the rest of her body. I poured all of the concentration I had into that one action, and much to my surprise, my assessment had been right.

And now that I knew this fact, I became aware of just how much potential Overhaul, as a Quirk, truly had.

"T-TOGA!" Twice shouted. "Y-You—!"

"Shut up. I'm not finished," I snarled, binding her other arm with the concrete and flesh mixture. When I was satisfied, I snapped my fingers. "Mimic… pull." With that one command, Mimic began to pull the walls that had entrapped Toga apart, and with a fast, almost sudden movement, she was ripped in half, her organs spilling onto the floor as Twice screamed bloody murder.

After a few seconds of his screaming, I shut him up by slapping my barehand across his face, destroying his head in a millisecond.

As much as I hated Toga, and as much as I loved Twice, I knew I couldn't keep them alive. I wasn't myself anymore. As much as I hated to admit it, I was Kai Chisaki, Overhaul, Leader of the Shie Hissaikai. I had to protect my guild, my Yakuza, even if they were a bunch of sickos. With both Toga and Twice now firmly out of the picture, I expect Shigaraki and Dabi to show up in about two days' time once they stop hearing back from the two.

I also had to consider the possibility of it not being those two, but another pair that I didn't want to see, because they would be annoying. One because of their Quirk, and the other… well, they were just plain annoying.

While Mr. Compress was probably going to be an issue, Spinner was a joke, so if they sent them, it would be easier. All I'd have to do would be to slap the ground and create those spike constructs that canon Overhaul used to impale Mirai Sasaki, aka Sir Nighteye.

As I looked at the walls that I had embedded Toga's arms too, and then to the floor where her organs lay, I huffed, snapping my fingers, causing Mimic to become alert once more. "Mimic, get two henchmen to dispose of this filth. The less time I'm around it, the better," I spat.

I heard the walls shift and distort, giving me time to walk into my room behind the office. With those two out of the way, all I had to worry about were the heroes. Since I'd rather avoid conflict with them, I think it's time that I set up a diplomatic meeting of sorts.

Slipping back on the glove I took off, I snagged the phone off of my desk and dialled the number to someone who I knew was hunting me down—honestly, the Yellow Pages were an asset of the highest order. The phone rang for a few seconds before finally, a voice spoke into my ear.

"Hello, you've reached The Nighteye Agency, please state your name and business with me, Sir Nighteye, and I will get back to you as soon as I am readily available."

Ah, Mirai Sasaki. Such an interesting character. His voice was dull, bored, and overall, very one-note. He was a very business savvy person, also no-nonsense and had a hatred for his own Quirk because he viewed it as a liability rather than a useful, near impossible to defeat ability.

As much as I wanted to fanboy about him, Alas, I had business to do. Therefore, I couldn't mess around. Not with Sir Nighteye, at least.

"Hello, Sasaki Mirai. My name is Chisaki Kai, and I would like to hold a meeting with you. I'm curious as to why you've decided to hunt me down, so I think a civil meeting between you and myself might be able to clear the air a little bit."

Silence. That was all I heard. Then, after a few moments, the silence was breached.

"I do not know how you got my number, Overhaul, but I will humour you only once. I suggest you come alone, as will I. We will meet up at the café you took my volunteers to Tomorrow afternoon. Until then, I do not want to hear your voice."

He abruptly hung up, as I expected. Well, at least I knew that I had some time to burn. So, now, I made the executive decision to get to work on those pesky bills.

I loved the world of superheroes, but I also had a duty to perform: Paying my taxes. I might have been the leader of The Shie Hissaikai, one of the most powerful Yakuza in post-modern day Japan, but I did not want to get fucked in the ass by whatever version of the I.R.S. Japan had.

Nope. No thanks. Because, as far as I was concerned, I was NOT going down the same way Al Capone did.

And so, I pulled out a pen and began to look over what I owed to the government. And it turned out, I owed a lot. Over 60 Million Yen! FUCK!

Well, that was what I was going to say, had it not been for the fact that I had 600 Million in funds. So, I quickly wrote them the cheque they wanted and sent it along in the "urgent" mail pile on my desk.

I still had a lot of stuff I had to do, so I was going to be here for a long. Long time.

Damnit.

-To Be Continued-

Um… so… I can explain. I didn't mean for this to take so long. Please don't skewer me.

Uh… so… Yeah. The next chapter will come out more quickly next time. I promise….

Bye.