The real prologue is here! I think that this chapter ended up being really fun to write.
Anyway, quick note.
A single line like this means a small transition between focuses.
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And a double line like this means either a larger transition/time-skip, or if specified, a several year time-skip. Though, only two of those should appear throughout the series.
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Now, review time!
Shen : 1st off, I'm really glad you're hyped for this, Because I am to. 2nd: Don't demean yourself about your understanding of writing. I didn't notice those things till he pointed it out either, so you really aren't at fault. Lastly, thanks for pointing out the spelling errors in the first chapter. It was meant to be All-for-One, not One-for-All. Sorry about that.
Dracus6: Um, what now? If you are asking for me to write this crossover, I haven't watched either series. Sorry. Plus, I got a lot of other shit on my hands currently.
Guest: Well, I didn't mean to give off that Quirks were new. They've been around for the same amount of time as canon, maybe a bit longer actually. Anyway, All-for-One is going to be buff as hell. Need to compensate a little for the addition of soul reapers, so pretty much everyone's going to be stronger. And, the One-for-All users are going to be a little stronger as well.
KingJGamer: Yeah. I enjoyed that idea as well, and it will end up somewhere in the story. Just need to find out where.
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"Nana Shimura." The slimy voice of One-for-All bit at her ears. If she could get rid of anything in the world, it would be his mouth.
"How disappointing it is to see how utterly you have failed. And here I thought I would've had a chance to test out my newly acquired quirk." Great. That meant that there was another victim of this bastard that she wasn't able to save. "Ah well. It seems pointless to complain now."
'Shit. Here he comes again.' She rose off her knees, her right arm dangling uselessly at her side as she leaned backwards to maintain some semblance of balance as she prepared for his attack. The 'man,' if she could even call him that, had practically teleported in front of her, his arm preparing to cleave down onto her and end the fight then and there. She managed to staggeringly side-step the move, his hand burying deep into the ground, and it gave her an opportunity to strike back.
"Centurion Smash!" She yelled, a high-legged axe-kick finding its mark on the cheek of the masked villain. The kick, when it first impacted, seemed to be normal, as if the power of a normal, though athletic human had struck.
That's because it was.
Even though she put all her effort into the strike, and though she thought that One-for-All had still been burning bright, the kick held no additional power in it. "Oh? So you have found a successor I see. That's why your quirk didn't activate. The flames of One-for-All have extinguished from within you, passed onto the next in the line of pitiful heroes."
That had managed to piss her off. "You don't get to call him pitiful, you coward! That man is more heroic than anyone in the Heroic Department could hope to be!" She growled, gripping onto his shirt, practically facing death itself without fear. "And, I hope you fall asleep at night, knowing that he'll be the one to end your miserable tyranny!" She grinned maniacally in his face, even getting a reaction out of him as he stepped back.
"Nana Shimura, as much as I have enjoyed our time together, I think I shall end this feud." She could see him smirk, even underneath his mask. "I heard that there is going to be a newly orphaned Tenko Shimura that will need someone to care for him. Can't miss out on that."
And for the first time in his life, he saw fear pass through Nana's eyes. "Don't you dare touch him, you damn snake!" She yelled, charging at him in a final fit of rage.
He only smiled wildly. "Goodbye, Nana."
And the heaven's wept, as they had lost two of their divine angels in the matter of two weeks, both struck down by the devil's incarnate, and leaving two broken families in their wake.
All-for-One cheered throughout the night, both of his biggest oppositions taken down within the month, and leaving his tyrannical reign to spread without end. Though, what All-for-One hadn't known, was that the loss of these two incredibly loved women, created a bond between the broken man and woman who relied on them.
And it was going to be a key factor, to his long overdue downfall.
(-) Timeskip: 5 Years Time
"Ichigo! Come help your sister's with their homework!"
The now 14 year old protege of the Kurosaki family begrudgingly placed his pencil down after being summoned by his father. "Coming, Goat-Face!" He yelled, scooting his chair back under the desk before making his way to the living room, where his sisters sat down to do their homework. First, there was Karin, being the older sister by about 12 minutes. She had jet black hair, like their father, though she took more after her brother. She was blunt, but considerate when she needed to be, though she was also stubborn as a mule. Still being young, she barely came up to his waist, but at the same time, he was kind of tall, standing at a decent 6'1 at the age of 14.
Karin's quirk was very impractical in her planned field of study, as she wanted to be a doctor at the current moment, to which the physical bonuses of a soul reaper she had gained didn't help. She didn't have the spiritual aspect, or that's what Isshin had called it. Even without the other side, it made her damn good at soccer. He was sure that if she tried to go to college, she'd get some kind of sponsorship for it.
Then, there was Yuzu. Ichigo had called her the miniature version of their mother, which his father agreed on, and she had been the 'mother' of the family ever since. She had honey blonde hair that she kept tied behind her head in a small pony-tail, though she let her small bangs to continue to cross her forehead. She had done the impossible of being shorter than Karin, even though it was only by one inch, and she wasn't nearly as athletic either. Yuzu had dedicated the bulk of her time to learning how to cook, and cleaned when it needed to be done. That wasn't to say that Goat-Face didn't cook either, apparently 'not wanting to burden his poor, poor child' with such a task, but he still preferred Yuzu's cooking.
There was one problem, however. She was quirkless. No superpowers. Nothing. Once, she had come home from school crying to Ichigo that she had been bullied by some kids due to her quirkless status.
It would suffice to say that Ichigo was sequentially suspended for the next week, and he became very protective of his sister from that point on.
Before he crossed the living room, he squatted down onto his knees, his father flying over his head and somersaulting on the ground as he stood back up and moved to the table. "So, what's up." He asked, taking a seat next to his blonde sister. She explained to him what she was having trouble with, and, while the fourth-grade math was simple, he understood her dilemma.
So, he taught her his way of solving the problem, though he had to make ridiculous names for each step so she would remember. After he gave her an example problem, she seemed to have grasped the concept. "Thank you, Ichi-nii!" She said, attempting to wrap her small arms around his stomach.
"Yeah, no problem." He returned her affection with a one-armed hug. "Now, Karin. What about you?"
The older sister wrinkled her nose. "Not much. I just find English a stupid subject."
He rose his eyebrows. Of course she wouldn't admit she was having a problem, though he knew she would accept his help. Looks like his evening was booked.
Isshin swooned every time his children got along, though he never showed it to them. Probably because if he did, he wouldn't be able to get anything done. Once he had recovered from his failure of an attack, he decided he should get ready for his night patrol. He had already told Ichigo about it, so the girls would be taking his bed while he slept on the floor.
Isshin was paranoid, and Ichigo didn't fault him for it.
Walking into his room, he opened his closet to the array of clothes that lay behind the doors, though he was only focused on one. His Shinigami Shihakusho. He would end up passing it down to Ichigo when he moved on into Heroic's College, but that was years away. He would have to start training Ichigo soon, now that he thought about it. He just didn't have the time to do so.
He could probably ask Kisuke to do it, though he was a little fearful as to what the man might put his son through. Whatever the case, he knew his son would push through. That was just the person he was.
Clothed in his hero outfit, he grabbed his phone off the small counter, and moved to pocket it. That was before the flashing yellow light caught his attention. Flipping his upside-down phone in the air, he smiled to himself as he caught it right-side up, proud of his little stunt.
What could he say, he was just a really talented guy.
With a quick scan of his finger-print, the screen burst to life, with a few apps scattered around the home screen that was his late wife's face. With a quick swipe, he opened the text that had set off his phone, and it took a little more than a second for him to read.
We got a lock on All-for-One's base. Meet at the Agency.
His proud grin disappeared immediately, replaced with a hopeful, straight face.
Be there in less than a minute.
It seemed that today would be the day that all his efforts paid off.
Hopefully...
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It had been about 45 seconds since he sent him the text when Isshin showed up at his agency, already dressed in his hero costume that had become iconic over the years. Toshinori Yagi almost had a heart attack when he had appeared in front of him, but he would have to put off his death until All-for-One had been taken down. "Jesus Isshin. You can't scare me like that."
The soul-reaper apologized. "Sorry about that. Just didn't want to delay this any longer."
He dipped his head. "Me and you both." All-Might was quick to motion him over to the digital map hovering on the table, where a blinking red dot flashed brightly in the slums of Hosu. "Now, we have more than enough support to take care of whatever hench-men All-for-One has gathered. Chiyo will be stationed a few blocks away from where the conflict should be happening, just to keep loses to a minimum." He explained, his finger tracing across the digital green streets that were projected by the table's surface.
"Who's taking 'him' on, other than you and I?" He asked, and he watched as his face stifled a wince.
"Just me and you. Endeavor wasn't able to make it."
Isshin cursed under his breath. 'Damn it, Kisuke. Why did you have to chose tonight to leave town?' He muttered to himself, before steeling his resolve. It had to happen tonight.
"Okay. You just promise me that you won't pull some stupid stunt like the last time." He almost ordered, though he was aware of the near futility in it.
All-Might just shook his head. "No promises, Isshin. You know that."
Isshin scowled in annoyance, but didn't push further. "Fine. Just know that I have a family who needs me, and I won't be able to risk everything to save your sorry ass." He growled.
The One-for-All holder just laughed with fearful mirth. "You better hope that it doesn't come down to you saving me, or we really are screwed."
They started to laugh, but stopped when Chiyo walked into the room, and there wasn't a single positive emotion on her face. "We're leaving."
And that was all they needed to hear.
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His nerves were fried. The silence was deafening as the mass of heroes surrounded the seemingly abandoned complex. Small smoke billows puffed out of the tall smokestacks of the building, signalling that there was in fact people inhabiting the building.
"Isshin. You look like shit."
Shiho Aizawa. Someone he had grown accustomed to during his night patrols. He would put money on the fact that she was nocturnal. "Thanks. You just better hope I fight better than I look." He managed to joke, even in the tense atmosphere.
His unofficial partner just lazily grinned. "I know you will. You got too much to be fighting for to let this be your end." She told him in a rare show of faith. She had always been a 'do it yourself' kind of person, so he knew it was hard for her to just take care of the minions.
The terse silence resumed as they watched the broken down factory with hawk-eyes, almost as if searching for a special sign. One that was shown a minute later after they finished their conversation. "You better come back, you overgrown child."
And she leapt off the building, her tensile scarf wrapping around a high-rising pole and swung her around to the front of the large building.
It was official when the concrete ceiling of the complex opened up like a summer flower. The raid had officially begun.
While the heroes were outnumbered by a slight fraction, the coordination and teamwork quickly caused the villains' numbers to dwindle. Of course, there was the odd few that managed to hold their own against the well trained pro's, but even they were overwhelmed by the sheer power that their teamwork created.
Isshin couldn't pay attention to that, though. He continued to sit atop the slightly taller building that flanked the factory, and he was able to see the bright yellow patch-work of Toshinori's costume on the adjacent building.
They were both waiting for the same thing to show its face. Something that they could barely call human, All-for-One. He wasn't visible instantly among the massive brawl that was taking place beneath them, but it seemed their eyes locked onto him at the same time. The black suit, paired with the metal mask. It was undoubtedly him.
Isshin made his move when the predator raised his hand, and his fingers stretched out in a pure black material, intent on hitting a group of heroes fending off villains together. He was fast enough for his unreleased blade to cut the crystalline material through, and the stumps started to retract back into the King of Villain's hand. All-Might was quick to follow up, a nameless smash striking true onto All-for-One cheek. He was quick to back up, however, when an earthly spike protruded from the villain's rib-cage.
"Now, now. That's not a nice way to greet a long-time acquaintance." He snarled, nursing the bleeding stumps that were his fingers. They grew back, the appendages shooting out of the raw flesh, though the skin had to grow in a spiral around it.
"Tell me where you see an acquaintance, and I'll make sure to greet them properly." Isshin was smart to mask him rage. It would only make the 'creature' happy.
If All-for-One's eyes had been visible, then he would surely have seen his eyes roll in their sockets. "Two on one? Not the most fair fight, but I guess you have to make up for your disadvantages somehow." His foot shifted backwards. "Especially, when the difference in power is this..." He was upon Isshin in a second. "Drastic."
An overly-muscular fist marked for Isshin's chest was thrown at him, only giving him a split second to knock it away with the blunt side of his sword. Of course, he couldn't push it completely out of the way, and All-for-One's right-most knuckle clipped his shoulder. Which, given the power of the punch, managed to nearly dislocate his shoulder.
His friend was quick to back him up. "New York, Smash!" His American covered heel reared itself into the villains neck, and his head dipped unnaturally towards the ground. They were both quick to retreat out of range of whatever tricks the man-demon with-held, as Isshin checked where he had been hit. He peeled the left part of his shihakusho off his shoulder, where, sure enough, a small puncture wound lay, dripping with a clear liquid.
"Neurotoxin. A volatile substance to say the least. Just a single drop coming into contact with bare skin, let alone muscle tissue, can destroy nerves at an uncanny rate. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't move your arm now!" All-for-One cackled, showing off the small pines on his hand, resembling that of a blow-fish.
Isshin cursed. "Damn it, he's right!" He told Toshinori, tightly coiling bandages around is arm and wound. "I can't feel anything on my left arm!" He had to bite the binding tie to tighten it.
They had no time to coordinate for his limp limb, as earth-ridden concrete spikes shot out of the ground surrounding All-for-One, the wave gaining magnitude as it traveled. "Texas Smash!" All-Might had reacted quickly, the high density air carving through the weakened cement like a knife on wood.
'He's got too many quirks, I can't tell which one he's going to use.' Isshin analyzed, as All-Might charged in on his behalf. It was noticeable that the bulkier man was much more suited for battle against the King of Villains, and without his off-hand, he couldn't release any part of his sword. It made him feel useless, as he watched his comrade struggle against his opponent, and he was sure that he would only get in the way.
His watching however, wasn't useless. Not in the slightest. He managed to find patterns in his attacks, ones that could be invisible to most, but definitely noticeable to him. More importantly, was that he could tell when the cruel ruler switched quirks. Not which ones he would switch to at that moment, but that was probably impossible.
When he would switch, his whole body would tense up for a split second, as if he was calling on the stolen power. After that point, he was able to use the power with ease. He grinned, almost savagely. "All-Might! Trade out!" He yelled, bursting towards his target.
The American Hero nodded, falling back as Isshin took over his assault. "Daring of you to fight with only one arm. I applaud your bravery." His sickly-bitter voice mocked, as he dodged a swing of Engetsu. The Soul Reaper watched closely, striking with determination until his opponent's body flexed, and he jumped away with trepidation.
"Oh? Finally figured me out have you?" He asked, a vine jetting out of the ground, only to be cut down in an instant.
"When you're that confident and don't even try to hide it, even amateurs could see it." Isshin taunted, the tip of his sword crossing All-for-One's chest.
"Maybe so..." He replied, dodging a flurry of strikes. "But being outclassed as you are, strategy can only do so much!" And he did something he hadn't done before throughout the entire fight. He used more than one quirk at a time. His speed increased dramatically, and the black crystalline material from the start of their fight covered his fists and forearms. On top of that, a multitude of spikes erected out of the ground wherever he stepped. "Can't dodge forever hero!" He snarled, his mouth gnashing into a chaotic grin.
"Isshin!" All-Might had warned him, arriving at his side to support him. He matched a few of his with All-for-One's blows, even out doing him at times, and it gave Isshin opportunities to strike. It just irked him that every slash, bruise or cut that appeared on his body healed instantly.
Eventually, after tiring the mad-man out, and with everyone watching, they stood a good distance away from each other, both parties heaving for breath. "One more push, and the son of a bitch is going down." Isshin encouraged, some semblance of air returning to him.
"Yeah. He's barely on his feet!" All-Might cheered. "I don't know about you, but I can go-"
"Heilig Bogen."
Before he could process the words, piercing blue light shot through his Zanpaktou, breaking it instantly as it fell to pieces. But, the loss of his weapon wasn't what scared him. He knew the weapon itself, as it had been his wife's, so he immediately ran to aid his friend when he realized that a bolt had hit Toshinori in the abdomen.
He couldn't die.
He wouldn't.
He was too stubborn to die like that.
His ear found itself on his chest, listening for a heartbeat while his finger sat on his jugular, feeling for the same pulse.
*Thump*
*Ba Thump Thump*
*Ba Thump*
He was alive, but the beating was irregular. Not good. He had to get help, and fast.
"ENGENIUM! GET HIM TO RECOVERY GIRL! NOW!" He yelled into the crowd of spectating heroes. It took a second, one that his friend might not be able to spare, but the engine-user arrived next to him. "Get him out of here now." He ordered, and his side-kick nodded, before lifting the massive hero on his shoulders and speeding off.
Without being able to help his friend anymore, he could focus back onto All-for-One. "And the prodigious hero falls, leaving the failure to face me on his own. How sad." The being he saw as the devil mocked. The man must have been Aizen resurrected.
'Engetsu. Can I still use Mugetsu?' He asked, a hidden rage filtering through his voice.
He felt his Zanpaktou gain conscientiousness. 'Indeed, but I fear the breaking of my vessel will cause the drawbacks to be instantaneous.'
'Doesn't matter. I can't face him without it.'
Engetsu spoke heavy with sorrow. 'Very well. It was a pleasure to serve with you, Isshin Kurosaki.' And the remains of Engetsu broke down into black mist.
"No matter what meaningless transformation you use. I will always be one step higher than you. That, is why I'll crush you at your best!"
The enigmatic smoke started by wrapping around his chest, forming into ceramic like bandages before moving onto his head. His hair grew darker, longer, absorbing any light that collided with his body as it floated behind him. Finally, it wrapped around his arm, turning it completely black, and turning his eyes red. "You shall know pain, as I have."
Isshin seemed to phase out of existence for a moment, causing All-for-One to look around him, before an impossible sharp pain tore at his spine. Followed by a second and a third, each perpendicular to the other. And finally, a kick that sent him erupting into the sky, as Isshin set himself up for his final blow.
"You shall know fear, as I have." A Hado pierced through his healing chest.
"And you shall know death, as I have."
And the sky grew the darkest it had ever been. A streak of void shot up into the sky, seeming to go on forever as it stretched towards the heaven, all the while expanding like a never ending pyramid. Any light that had been shining on that moonless night was eaten by the consuming void, stopping the bulk of business in a 100 mile radius.
And a second later, it all disappeared.
Light returned to the world shortly after, the only sign of the event happening being the cut walls around the area of execution, and the blood that rained down onto the complex.
No sign of All-for-One appeared other than the bits of blood, which tested positive for his DNA as scrambled as it had been. The Heroic's Association claimed him dead the next day, and attempted to cover up the raid the best they could, which they succeeded in doing.
Isshin Kurosaki was stripped of his Heroic's License, though he wasn't penalized further for his actions. He didn't care too much about the Heroic's Association removing him from their lists. He was powerless now anyway. He got a job at All-Might's agency, as an adviser for his side-kicks and other members of his team.
Speaking of All-Might, the wound inflicted by Masaki's quirk did it's job. He lost a decent chunk of his digestive and respiratory systems due to the damage sustained, and he became frail over time, while still being able to do what he called, 'buffing up' to make it look like he was fine.
Tensei Iida built his own agency when the Shinigami Agency was shut down, becoming a hit hero around the city of Hosu.
Shiho Aizawa took a job at U.A. Highschool, a female only Heroic's college, and shortly after, started dating the recently retired pro, Isshin Kurosaki.
Isshin Kurosaki popped the question on their one year anniversary. They got married 6 months after.
Toshinori Yagi, being best man at the wedding, gained the title of Symbol of Peace after the raid finished, and continues to do so in spite of his condition.
Anyway, what am I saying. You didn't come here for this story, did you? I suppose I should move onto the tale of our real protagonist, Ichigo Kurosaki, Son, Prodigy, Legacy, Brother. But, most importantly, if you were to ask him, he was a Soul Reaper.
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Wow. That was quite the chapter, I feel. As far as Prologue's go, not bad.
Real first chapter should be out within two weeks, but don't quote me on it.
Anyway, you all have a good day.
Latta!
