"Okay so we've noticed recently it's just been me and Bombarda sharing stories Firefly you have any of your own?" Kane asks as the camera records both Katsumi, Kane and Haneul sit around sipping their drinks while the camera is on them.
"W-Well…" Haneul begins brow furrowed staring sheepishly at the microphone not quite sure what to really say or make of the question proposed.
"You never went to a party?" Perplexed, Kane asks her.
"I mean…I've been to tea parties." Politely, Haneul offers making the two furrow their brow by the answer.
"No we mean like you party parties." Katsumi adds.
"Oh we had a school dance back at school." Smiling, Haneul offers making Katsumi grimace alongside Haneul.
"No we mean…any stories you got?" Hopeful, Kane asks almost begging.
"I…I fell on stage during recording night once." Shyly, Haneul squirms sheepishly in her seat.
"…What?" Katsumi blurts out.
"Yes it was a school play this skirt I wore was far too big but mother insisted and when it was my turn on stage I fell face first onto the stage." Sighing, Haneul reveals to them.
"Ooh…" Kane winces with Katsumi.
"Yeah blood was gushing out of my nose but I have my lines and best thing is my teacher thought I was acting." Haneul tells them.
"She thought you tripping was a part of an act?" Confused, Katsumi furrows her brow by her answer.
"Yep." Haneul answers unfazed.
"…Riight any other stories you got?" Kane asks pleading begging for a story better than that.
"Like what?" Haneul ponders.
"Well like have you ever drank?" Katsumi asks shrugging her shoulders.
"Um…I had chocolate infused alcohol for my birthday." Haneul offers.
"No we meant like parties you know?" Kane tries to answer but…
"Not really, I was busy with helping my mother's business and looking after my brothers so I didn't have much time for…wait I have one! Remember when we went to the beach for summer vacation and buried Kane in sand as he shouted fuck off to the sea." Haneul recalls.
"Wait when was this?" Kane baffled blurts out lost.
"When you were hammered." Honestly, Haneul shrugs.
"Wait was this when you introduced to Jägerbomb to me?" Sceptical, Kane lowers his shades turning to give a pair of wary eyes at Katsumi.
"Yep. Good times." Tenderly, Katsumi smirks smugly fondly at the memory.
"I was hammered I thought I was Poseidon." Kane snickers smirking at the memory.
"Yeaaah you also thought Haneul was one of your mistresses." Katsumi recalls.
"We never could work out which one though…" Sadly, Haneul points out disappointed almost at the memory as the podcast continues, however as soon as the video ends, Katsumi's phone vibrates as next she knew…she was running.
Katsumi strides through the bleach bright white wall hallway, her brow furrowed focused firmly on heading to the destination at hand, ignoring the panic pumping through her veins. Her nose twitches at the sickly stench of bleach hanging heavily in the air, ignoring the fearful doctors and nurses trying to go about their days, some having the brains to stand aside while others fearfully flee from the wrath of bloodlust emitting from the sharply scowling woman.
"Mind if I come in?" Gently, she knocks on the door brow furrowing at the thought of suddenly bursting in not being the best move considering a certain skittish cat like bedridden boy.
"Bombarda? What are you doing here?" Kirishima's ruby red widen when seeing said woman enter.
"Tai texted me and I got worried. Are you two okay?" Katsumi questions the boy concern clear on her firm features.
"W-We're fine sorry that you worried about us." Tamaki bows his head apologetic.
"Tamaki what did I tell you last time?" Scowling, she reminds him.
"Not to apologise for getting hurt…" Tamaki bows his head.
"That's right now stop that." Sternly, she places her hand on his shoulders ruffling up his navy blue locks.
"I wanna go home…" Meekly, Tamaki whimpers, curling in on himself, his head between his legs.
"You'll be home soon." Softly, she assures the boy below her leaning into her touch feeling his quivering, quaking, fidgeting form soon soften from her words.
"All right we scared him long enough Bombi come on." The three turn to Fatgum at the door brow furrowed.
"Fine, fine you two be good." Sternly, she gives the two a look before heading out of the room.
"You okay man?" Kirishima asks Tamaki worried.
"I wanna go home…" Said boy repeats once more swiftly slamming his head into the pillow after turning his body just wanting to go home.
"So what happened?" Katsumi asks as she turns to Fatgum once the two are alone with him leant against a wall sighing.
"He was shot with a certain bullet…" He reveals to her making her hues narrow.
"Trigger?" Softly, she whispers.
"No the lab results came back it was something we haven't seen before." Fatgum tells her.
"What do you mean?" Katsumi's facial features harden.
"It almost erased his quirk." Fatgum exclaims making her do a double-take.
"What?" Katsumi says shocked.
"He's fine now but…" Fatgum sighs glancing to the side.
"Wait erased his quirk are you crazy?" Panicked, Katsumi harshly hisses at him.
"Like I said he's fine now but…I'm not done. The bullet inside…was blood." Fatgum reveals as Katsumi's hues dilate, her heart dropping at the news as a still silence hangs heavily between both pros as before they know it their phones go off as they look down at the email sent…
"Seems we've been summoned." Fatgum remarks, the two sharing a grim look.
"Seems so. Better text Kane and Han…" Katsumi whispers turning her back to Fatgum briefly sending said text to her sidekicks as she and Fatgum tend to the summon at hand.
"Man this sure is nerve wracking." Nervously, Kirishima confesses shakily, furrowing his brow as he, Fatgum, Tokoyami and Bombarda reside in the waiting room of sorts where a number of other pros stand, waiting for their supposed summoner, Sir Nighteye.
"You're just going to listen to some guy waffle on." Tiredly, Bombarda deadpans leant against the wall.
"I mean this is my first meeting you know? I just…" Kirishima scratches the back of his neck anxiously.
"Stop overthinking things." Stern ruby red glare into a similar share to his own.
"O-Okay…!" Kirishima nods his head, determination drenching his firm facial features, she was right, this was his first time meeting the pros he couldn't stumble, he couldn't, he wouldn't, he was a man! He had to prove himself and prove himself he would.
"I wanna go home…" Meekly, Tamaki bows his head hitting the wall behind him.
"Not happening." Sternly, she grabs him by his hood pulling him back.
"Bombarda's right you two are valuable for this case." Firmly, Fatgum agrees.
"We are?" Kirishima's hues expand at the reveal just as a green blur brushes by.
"Midoriya?" Mystified, Bombarda turns to the boy baffled to see him.
"K-Bombarda!" Midoriya stares back equally as surprised smiling shyly at her.
"Wait dude you know Bombarda!?" Kirishima stares stunned, between both of them.
"Um yeah she's sort of…" Meekly, Midoriya shyly smiles scratching the back of his neck.
"Why is it whenever something big happens you're involved?" Irritated, Bombarda briskly cuts him off making him squeak slightly. He knew that look, it was the same look she'd give him and Katsuki when they made a mess or got into trouble.
"I'm sorry." Scared, Midoriya bows his head as Kirishima couldn't help but gawk at the sheer speed used almost as if it were instinct for young Midoriya.
"Urgh…should have known you'd intern with All Might's biggest fan…just be careful okay?" Gently, Bombarda sighs at him.
"Okay…" Shyly, he smiles back at her.
"Now can we get this meeting on with?" Impatiently, she huffs crossing her arms over her chest bringing a small smile to Midoriya's lips, noting that some things' never change as he soon left to tend to Midoriya.
"Whoa…" Ochaco's beady brown widen when seeing Midoriya talking to the brunette before leaving as her hues narrow at the brunette, finding the brunette eerily familiar but to who…? How does Midoriya know her? They seemed rather familiar with each other.
"What is it Ochako?" Tsuyu asks taking note of her friend staring at the woman.
"That hero she looks so familiar…" Ochako whispers her hues narrowing maybe it was her eyes they did seem familiar to her.
"Yeah now that you mention it she reminds me of someone." Asui agrees nodding her head at the stance of the woman it was rather stoic, aloof, a sort of loner, a complete contrast to the huge tub by her side grinning ear from ear talking animatedly to her. She remains stone cold, giving curt response in return now and again, the man besides her didn't seem to mind, almost adjusted to it.
"Oh that's Bombarda ooh and she came here with Fatgum." Excitedly, Nejire gushes, her hues shimmering shining.
"So?" Asui furrows her brow by Neijri's genuine excitement at the two polar opposites standing side by side.
"So!? Don't you know? People are saying she dumped Hawks to go out with Fatgum! So many people are questioning why she would ditch one of the tops for someone in the forties it's only the latest gossip in…" Intensely, Nejire gushes staring at the two as the two others couldn't help but blink baffled by the thought of the two of them dating, they seemed so different…
"That's enough Nejire." Ryuko calls out sternly.
"But…" Nejire whines disappointed.
"Trust me when I say you do not want to get on Bombarda's bad side." Sternly, she warns the sidekicks just as said woman approaches them.
"Ryuko…" Bombarda acknowledges the blonde before her.
"Bombarda, you look well. Have I introduced my sidekicks?" Smiling, she gestures to her sidekicks but Bombarda doesn't even bat an eye to them.
"The sidekicks who were staring at me you mean while one was sprouting nothing but bull." Aloofly, she exclaims turning towards the door opening.
"W-We're sorry…we just…" Nervously, Ochako begins but Bombarda doesn't bat an eye to her when seeing a lanky figure enter the room.
"We're all here Nighteye so just say what you got to say." Scowling, she calls out to him ignoring the girl taking her aback as all eyes fall on Nighteye.
"Thanks to the information provided by all of you. Our investigation has progressed substantially. We've invited you all for a joint conference intel we've required regarding the yakuza group Shie Hassaikai and what we believe they may be planning." Sir Nighteye explains to the group of pros.
"Hold on I feel like I'm missing something real important here Shie Hisaaki?" Confused, Kirishima turns to Fatgum.
"The yakuza a subsidiary family of theirs that deals with drugs." Bombarda tells him.
"Yeah some bad guys planning on doing some bad things and we've called a meeting so we can talk it all out. Trust me you two are very much involved." Fatgum simplifies as Bombarda's ruby reds narrow at the bandage around Tamaki, his hues nervously looking at her before darting down to his arm as next he knew, the group were taken into a meeting room where the meeting finally begins…
"Alright let's begin at the beginning for the past couple of years now those of us at Nighteye agency have been conducting a investigation into the Shie Hassaikai a small but organised group of individuals." Bubblegirl begins the meeting reading from her tablet as the pros sit around the table with Fatgum are the far end while Katsumi sits between on the far end of Tamaki.
"What prompted this?" One of the heroes questions.
"An accident involving a gang of thieves known as the reservoir dogs." Bubblegirl answers.
"Yeah I heard about that." Another hero adds.
"The police thought it was an accident but there were a number of details that didn't add up so we began tailing them." Bubblegirl explains.
"In my capacity as a Nighteye agency sidekick I began following leads to see what I can uncover. I found that in the past year members of Shie Hisaaki have increased contact with those outside their organization n including other business dealings outside those that are less reputable their aim seems to be focusing on expanding their organization and enriching its offers. Shortly after our investigation began, they made contact with a member of the league of villains Twice. They were wary of being tailed so I was unable to follow them. But with the help of the police, I confirmed an altercation occurred between the two groups." Centipede elaborates.
"That'd be about when they reached Tsukauchi and me figured we'd assist giving the league's involvement." Grand Torino gathers.
"Where is Tsukauchi?" One of the heroes ponders.
"Following up on some leads. Sorry kid I didn't see something like this coming. I've got a bad feeling things are about to get ugly." Gran Torni sighs before looking apologetic at Midoriya.
"I don't care if they do I want to help." Midoriya earnestly exclaims.
"You know him?" Mirio asks.
"Yeah I interned…" Midoriya begins but the cold curt cough of an ahem swiftly stops him, his greens turning to a pair of stern scarlet making him squeak slightly in his seat, a shy shudder coursing clawing down his spine.
"I-I'll shut up now." Obediently, Midoriya bows his head fearful of the firm frown of Bombarda reminding him where he is now, all they needed was information on the case not mindless babbling.
"That was the old man who was with All Might in Kamino not to mention how fast he reacted just then to Bombarda then again since Bombarda is Bakugou's sister and Bakugo and Midoriya are childhood friends…Midoriya knows some big guns. Kirishima stares stunned at his green haired classmate's connection almost in awe at his luck to know one of the top ten pros and a classic one at that.
"We had hoped to request everyone's aid through the HN." Bubblegirl continue going through her tablet but…
"You can skip that." Centipede interrupts.
"Right…" Swiftly, she dismisses her point.
"HN?" Ochaco asks.
"That's short for hero network it's an internet service that only people with a pro license can use. They say you can see activity reports and apply for help from heroes with useful quirks nationwide." Nejire explains to the two.
"Does anyone mind telling me why a bunch of high school kids were invited to this conference? I don't care if they are from U.A if we keep stopping to explain this stuff we'll never get to the actually plan." Annoyed, Rock Lock demands scowling at said kids.
"Don't say that. These two have important information to pass on!" Loudly, Fatgum jolts up from his seat gesturing to both boys.
"Uh…we do?" Kirishima jolts up.
"I wanna go home…" Tamaki bows his head on Katsumi's shoulder as she simply sighs at the deadbeat boy, seeking solace on her shoulder.
"Focus." Firmly, she lightly flicks him in the temple making him whine but he removes himself from her turning to face the heroes.
"Anyway, I see a lot of new faces so let me introduce myself." Merrily, Fatgum beams brightly at the two.
"Oh for the…" Tiredly, Bombarda sighs at her friend the sun practically shining behind him almost blinding her.
"Nice to meet'cha I'm Fatgum." Joyfully, he introduces himself.
"He's so cute and squishy." Ochako and Tsuyu chorus in awe.
"Hah who wants candy?" Cheerily, he offers said candy up in the air.
"I swear one of these days you will be put behind bars for saying that." Tensely, she warns her friend after leaning back in her sea, reaching out to the chair that had fallen behind Fatgum from his abrupt announcement as she puts it back up for Fatgum.
"Lighten up Bombi." Mischievously, he jokes.
"Lighten up? Fatgum we're in a conference the least you could do is take this seriously and don't call me that!" Sternly, she reminds him.
"Fine….Bombi." Cheekily, he winks at the blushing brunette looking ready to end him.
"Hassaikai movements are hard to trace but we suspect one of their main sources is illegal drug sales, so I requested some help from heroes with expertise in that area." Unfazed, Nighteye continues the report.
"Yeah, Bombarda and I fought our fair share of drug dealers back in the day; in red riot's debut fight he proved he could too. Tamaki was shot and the bullet contained some sort of drug I hadn't heard of before one which destroys quirks." Fatgum explains to the group swiftly smashing the candy in his gloved hand.
"Destroy quirks?!" One of the heroes gawk.
"Whoa what!? Tamaki you're okay right!?" Worriedly, Mirio questions concern clear on his face, jolting up from his seat panicked.
"Yeah…the stuff wore off when I slept see I got this cow hoof and everything." Casually, Tamaki reveals said hoof to the group.
"Guess we know what you had for breakfast." Mirio sweat drops.
"I'm glad to know the effects aren't permanent at least so this stuff doesn't stop a quirk for good." Rock Lock exclaims.
"Not yet anyway." Bombarda remarks stone-faced, arms crossed over her chest.
"Eraserhead has some further insight." Nighteye gestures to said male on the far end of the table.
"It doesn't seem to function exactly as my erasure does since I'm not attacking the quirk directly what we call a quirk is an extraordinary addition to a ordinary human body those additions are collective called quirk genes. My quirk can allow me to shield those genes and temporarily block their expression but I don't actually damage them." Aizawa explains to the others.
"But after we brought Tamaki to the hospital, we found out his quirk gees had sustained damage fortunately they seemed to have healed on their own and he seems back to normal now. The guy who fired won't say anything and the gun itself is in pieces and we only have the portion of the bullet that was fired into him. However, because of Kirishima bravely volunteered his body that was shot at we were able to obtain a bullet with the contents still inside." Fatgum reveals to the others.
"Wait I did that?" Taken aback, Kirishima says shocked.
"How cool." Amazed, Asui praises him.
"Good work Kirishima!" Ochaco joins in.
"Oh I get it cause of his hardening." Nejire catches on.
"And after examining the contests we made the most sickening discovery inside were human blood and cells." Disgusted, Fatgum seethes stunning everyone at the reveal.
"…What?" Ochaco whispers.
"That souds like something from another world." Asui exclaims.
"In other words the effect are of human origin a quirk then, a quirk that destroys other quirks." Ryuko gathers.
"Hmm based on what's been discussed I still don't see the connection to the eight precepts." One of the heroes exclaims.
"Bombarda you mentioned in your report that you had to fight two members of the Hisaaki who you believed were promoting the dealings of trigger." Nighteye turns to her.
"Yes if they can sell bullets that amplify quirks who says they can't sell bullets that quieten quirks?" Bombarda considers.
"You think they could?" Rock Lock raises a brow.
"It would fill in a space no one thought possible on the mark. It could bring in enough revenue for the Yakuza to return, imagine the fear going round with a bullet like that on the streets, it would make them more paranoid about their own quirks and its safeties. Not to mention it may make those who hate their quirk wish for such a drug to get rid of it, having both distribution would bring a great deal of income to the Hassaikai it may even bring them back to their former glory." Bluntly, Bombarda explains to the group.
"That's what you think they could be doing." Ryuko exclaims.
"It would be a good business model." Bombarda shrugs her shoulders.
"What a repulsive thing to do…" Disgusted, one of the heroes exclaim.
"The young head Chisaki, Overhaul, with his power he can dissemble things and resemble them, a quirk that allows him to break down matter and a bullet that can break down quirks. He has a daughter named Eri. She has no birth registration and details about her are unknown. But when Midoriya and Mirio encouraged the two of them she had a great number of banged wrapped around her hands and legs." Sir Nighteye explains as Bombarda feels her heart drop from his words, feeling her fingertips curl into a pair of fists crossed over her chest, feeling her blood turn ice cold. Slowly, she turns to look up clearly concerned for Midoriya, looking down at his lap horrified at the implications.
"…What? What do you mean?" Lost, Kirishima questions turning to Fatgum. Katsumi simply closes her eyes, her ace remaining hard, neutral refusing to show such pain, such guilt, such sorrow.
"See? I told you we didn't need the brats here. Time to say goodbye!" Fed up, Rock Lock snaps.
"We live in a superhuman society anyone can do anything if they put their mind to it." Gran Torino sighs.
"In other words he's using his daughter's body to make those bullets." Bluntly, Bombarda answers.
"Could he really do something so horrific?" Ryuko questions.
"If you can dream it you can do it." Truthfully, Torino answers.
"And he's selling them!? What the hell!?" Fuming, Kirishima seethes.
"Is it that surprising?" Scowling, Bombarda ponders.
"What do you mean?" Mystified, Kirishima turns to scowl at her.
"Some countries sell of mutant parts because they think it provides some healing remedies mutant tusk is known to cost quite a pretty penny." Bemused, Bombarda remarks.
"This isn't funny Bombarda." Fuming, Fatgum tells her.
"Hold on what are they talking about?" Kirishima questions once more lost.
"Once again why do we have children in this meeting? I'll say this one time we're wondering if this Chisaki bastard is turning his daughter's body into bullets and selling them on the black market." Rock Lock scowls.
"N-No…." Ochaco whispers horrified alongside Asui and the rest of the first years.
"To be certain we don't actually know if he's selling the bulelts at this point their efficiency seems to be questionable at best it's possible they are still at the testing phase and he's giving out more samples to rally more people into his course. We don't have any clear evince but we do know he is gathering alleis and funds across the nation allies such as Ryoma Susato…" Nighteye soon shows another picture of a man beaming bright. His fierce feral fangs protruding out of his bright broad grin, a slick silver band is shown on his ear and one on his tongue as he has it lolled to the side in another photo with a piercing to his nose. His hair is tied into a long ruby red ponytail.
"Ryoma…Susato?" Fatgum furrows his brow looking towards the stoic scowl of Bombarda.
"You are aware of his dealings no Bombarda?" Nighteye asks her as all eyes shine down upon her.
"Yes Ryoma's father was the one to help create trigger it wouldn't surprise me if he aided them in this Endeavour he understands the molecular compounds to make trigger who's to say he couldn't make someone of the opposite variety…" Logically, Bombarda explains.
"That's…sick." Asui whispers repulsed.
"That's business and if this completed drug does make it to distribution it could be used on us which will make us want to buy it to use against the villains which overtime will only make the yakuza stronger and in long term make the villains win which is why we cannot have this drug on the market we have to stop the distribution." Deadpanned, Bombarda continues her explanation making everyone's blood turn ice cold at the revolution.
"We have to save that little girl." Sternly, Mirio points out.
"…That too." Bombarda nods her head.
"Just talking about it makes my blood boil! We've got to hun them down let's go get this monster." Mad, Fatgum roars raising his voice.
"Would have saved us a lot of trouble if those two amateurs got the girl away from them?" Rock Lock gestures to Mirio ad Midoriya making Bombarda's ruby reds narrow.
"And end up dead? We wouldn't have even gotten this information if they hadn't come back." Bluntly, Bombarda points out making Rock lee click his tongue turning away from her.
"I take full responsibility the blame should not fall on them even without knowing the full story they acted to save the child. Each in their own way. Midoriya was willing to bare the risk of taking her then while Miro waited for another opportunity when success would be more likely. I assure you no one in this room is more frustrated then they are." Analytically, Nighteye exclaims as Bombarda couldn't help but feel sympathy for the two thinking back to her own experience with the girl only feeling the guilt gnaw away at her as she tries to remain, calm and composed.
"We'll get Eri away from him next time." Midoriya jolts up from his seat.
"And we'll protect her." The two chorus determined.
"Indeed that's precisely what we've come here to discuss." Nighteye states unfazed by their war declaration of sorts.
"Pff if you kids want to talk big that's fine but if what Nighteye is saying is for real then that girl is at the centre of Hassaikai's underground drug operation. She may have gotten away for a couple of seconds but she got scene by a couple of heroes you think he's going to keep her home after that? Hell I know I sure wouldn't and if we go busting into the headquarters with us knowing she's there and she ain't there then they'll know we're onto them. We got to be sure where he's hiding her." Rock Lock scoffs scowling at the two.
"He has a point do you have a plan for that Nighteye?" Ryuko asks him.
"That's our conundrum since we currently don't know how far they've taken our plans the success of our initial strike is crucial. To that end we made a throughout list of groups connected to the Hassaikai as well as profits owned by the organization, this is our starting point. We'd like everyone here to assist in searching each of these locations let's find the location, draw it out." Nighteye explains.
"I see and that is how us minor heroes come into play look the heroes who are present are clearly tied to the list somehow. They've selected people who have familiarity with the area." Annoyed, one of the heroes remarks.
"Didn't expect someone who worked with All Might for so long to be such a careful planner. Let's just go bring them down while we're taking our sweet time that abused girl is crying somewhere." Impatiently, Fatgum argues annoyed.
"Fat…" Warningly, Bombarda calls out to him.
"Bomb you got to agree with me on this." Fatgum turns to the clam composed woman looking like a bomb about to explode before the explosive hero.
"I agree we need to help the girl yes but we need to be careful we can't just rush in there like maniacs." Sternly, she reminds him.
"We can't do this like All Might would. That's why we need to be meticulous about our strategies and predictions from the outset, so we have the highest chance of saving her." Sir Nighteye agrees.
"He's right we can't rush if we show our hand and don't end up rescuing her. Then we'd only be throwing gas on a fire like how Stein's arrest was a beacon for villains to join the league…" Torino joins in.
"You're thinking too damn much! If we keep sitting here yapping about it were never going to get anything done!" Angrily, Fatgum snaps seething.
"And you think having a go at people is progress?" Pointedly, Bombarda turns, her ruby reds turning to look up into his glaring gold.
"Bombi you got to be on my side here!" Fatgum argues angrily.
"I'm on my own side I understand how you feel but take a breath and calm down." Seriously, she tells him.
"But…" Fatgum tries to argue but…
"Fat." Firmly, she snaps as said male's facial features soften slightly from her firm frank words as he takes a break.
"…Fine." Shakily, he exhales before sitting back down sighing slumping his shoulders, guilty over his outburst while a fair few heroes gawk at the interaction, it was rare to calm Fatgum down to have someone do it so easily was an achievement in itself.
"Excuse me…I got a question. I don't know the specifics of your quirk Nighteye feel free to correct but from what I've heard. Your quirk foresight can allow you to see into the future so why not use it on us? That's local right?" Aizawa asks him.
"I'm sorry but I cannot. My foresight has some limitations I need a full twenty-four hours for activation that means I get one person and then I'm spent for the rest of the day. Additionally, the future is played to me like a flashback think of it like viewing a film strip. For one hour I can watch a person's life like a movie the issue is everything I see is from a tight perspective on the person in question. This severely limits me in terms of context." Nighteye tenses up as he adjusts his lenses explaining himself to the group.
"That should still provide more than enough information to be useful don't you think? And that doesn't explain why you can't do it." Aizawa disputes.
"What if I saw death in your near future? Worse what if it were a cruel merciless demise? My quirk should only be used when we have the highest likelihood of success then it can help ensure our victory. It shouldn't be relied upon when they are too many uncertainties." Nighteye argues.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Death is still information if we know what's coming we can figure out how to survive." Rock Lock argues angrily.
"You don't understand what I could see could be unavoidable." Seriously, Nighteye argues.
"Bro that's the only excuse you have?! For real!? Oh hell no just use it on me now and I'll show you I can beat death." Rock Lock presses but…
"I can't!" Pained, Nighteye voice cracks breaks beofre everyone else their hues widening when hearing the genuine pain in his tone.
"Rock Lock enough." Bombarda turs to scowl at him.
"Yeah…alright." Rock Lock sighs slumping in his seat giving up.
"We should get started a child is in trouble that's what is important here." Ryuko reminds the group.
"Ryuko is right." Bombarda nods her head in agreement.
"We must confirm the girl's location ad take her into protection as quickly as we can using the most accurate data. I'm counting on your help all of you." Sir Nighteye confesses to the group of heroes all of them nodding their head in understanding knowing what must be done, to save the child, to save Eri.
"Are you sure we should have left them alone like that?" Unsure, Kirishima furrows his brow as he ad Tamaki sit around the table below, Kirishima flinching grimacing when hearing the mad muffled screams and sounds of items breaking above him, dreading the damage done to the meeting room.
"It's fine." Firmly, Tamaki states staring down at the drink in his hand, the one Bombarda had given the two after the meeting. He knew Fatgum, he knew how he was when he was angry nothing could stop him all except one…
"Really? He seemed really mad." Kirishima stares down at the soda, Bombarda had gotten from the vending machine for the two telling them to leave.
"He is…but if there's one person that can get him to think straight it's Bombarda." Resolute, Tamaki tells Kirishima taking the redhead aback at the sheer confidence oozing out of the normally shy, awkwardly anxious mess.
"ARGH IT PISSES ME OFF!" Loudly, Fatgum bellows boisterously throwing another chair into the wall in the meeting room where only Katsumi and Fatgum remain, her to deal with the boisterous bomb about to set off, she even had to tell the reluctant sidekicks to leave Kirishima of course was unsure but Tamaki agrees to it, knowing if anyone could…
"I know Tai." Tiredly, Bombarda brow furrow from the chair legs scattered all over the place.
"Then what the hell was that back there!? Where was the backup!?" Fuming, Fatgum demands as a chair is thrown into the wall one of the splinters shyly nicking her neck as she quirks her head to the side straight-faced avoiding the object.
"Tai we need to be logical about this getting emotional isn't going to help things you know just as well as I do." Dutifully, she reminds him as a shy scarlet stream seeps out of the small slit upon her cheek.
"But it…it just pisses me off." Pained, he curls in on himself making her sigh slumping her shoulders.
"I know but throwing a temper tantrum won't solve shit." Sighing, she uses the back of her hand wiping awa the scarlet smear.
"I hate it when you're right." Pained, he bows his head.
"I know…" Softly, she places her hand on his back before leaving him deciding to get a drink for the two, all that shouting could only do so much however as she crouches down to collect the drinks she ordered.
"Those kids are off the case right?" Rock Lock leans against the vending machine.
"Why you asking me?" She arches a brow at him.
"You're the highest ranking hero you should know shit." Sternly, he argues his arms crossed over his chest cross.
"Well I don't." Deadpanned, she answers as she turns to leave but…
"Those kids shouldn't be here." Hissing, he argues.
"You think I don't agree?" Annoyed, she turns to face him.
"Then why are they here?" Baffled, he demands from her.
"Cause what else do we have? Look we aren't going to be here forever I get your hesitation but we're going to be gone one day and those kids are going to need to be ready for the real world the shitty side of it and all." Annoyed, she deadpans.
"Still pisses me off." Huffing, he glares to the side.
"I know Lock I know…" Sighing, she passes him her drink surprising him as she then leaves him to his brooding.
"Ah…wrong floor." Katsumi mutters as the door slowly opens her hues widening when taking note of the children around the table.
"K-Bombarda!" Midoriya jolts up from his seat surprised to see her.
"…Midoriya or I suppose I should call you Deku." Bombarda exclaims.
"Oh right heh…" Shyly, said boy scratches the back of his neck feeling all eyes pinned upon the two.
"Surprised you went with that." Bombarda confesses to him.
"It's short to the punch." He shrugs shyly.
"I guess…" Bombarda shrugs.
"What are you doing here Bombarda?" Curious, Mirio asks from the table.
"Looking for Sir Nighteye." She tells him.
"What for?" Frowning, he asks.
"To tell him he needs to get new chairs Fatgum's broke them all." Bluntly, Bombarda deadpans.
"He broke them?!" Nejire says shocked, sure she had seen his outburst but she didn't think he'd get so angry….
"Gum tends to get passionate a lot, especially if it's to do with following his gut if you catch my drift so I heard you let the kid get away." Sighing, she confesses to the group before turning her focus back on Midoriya.
"Deku didn't…" Defensively, Ochaco begins but…
"No it's fine. Yeah, I did." Midoriya sighs bowing his head, a part of him pained that Katsumi of all people had to hear of his mistake, feeling the disappointment swell in his chest feeling guilt gnaw away at him.
"But…Deku…" Worriedly, Kirishima begins but…
"I let you down I'm sorry…" Midoriya bows to her only to cry out as she swiftly karate chops his head.
"Are you stupid?" Sternly, she snaps sighing as he watches the boy cry out cradling his head.
"E-Eh?" Whining, Midoriya cradles his head hissing at the lump forming on his head.
"It ain't me you should be apologising to dumbass it's the kid when you and tintin over there bring that girl to safety you got to apologise to her got it?" Sternly, she tells him before turning to eye Mirio.
"Y-Yeah…" Midoriya sniffles slightly.
"Yeah…" Mirio stands up from his seat.
"Good now stop crying, crying isn't going to save the kid you know?" Seriously, she tells the two turning to the elevator about to head up when…
"I know…and you were right." Midoriya calls out to her.
"Hm?" Humming, she turns on him.
"Back then when we had that talk….I didn't understand at the time but…the world is harsh but that's why I'm going to save her, I owe it to her, I will save her." Earnestly, Midoriya promises her bringing a small smile to her own lips.
"…I know you will." Softly, she smiles at him, feeling the pinch of pride beofre she could say any more though…
"OUR MEETING ROOM!" Boisterously, Bubbelgirl's sharp screech echoes throughout the agency room startling everyone as Katsumi sighs.
"That fucking…urgh…I swear if he's broken the bloody table I really am going to kill him…" Huffing, Katsumi grumbles glaring to the side scowling, storming back over to the elevator to deal with the fuming Fatgum.
"What a dreary office you have here." Shigaraki says eyeing the room as he sits across from Chisaki.
"Cluttered configurations aren't really my taste." Chisaki tells him.
"You had me going round and round underground for 30 minutes like an ant! What kind of Yakuza house is this supposed to be?" Sneering, Shigaraki demands from him.
"We don't know who's watching nor do we know what our guests are thinking. There are many routes that have been connected underground this reception room also serves as an underground hideout. It's because we take these kind of measures that the eight precepts have survived to this day. Now then about what we discussed on the phone the other day were you for real? That depending on the conditions you'll side with us?" Chisaki reminds him of the purpose of this meeting.
"That's a rather self-serving way of putting it. you're the ones who want to latch onto the league's name but we happen to be looking for way's to expand our influence. Our motive happen to align." Annoyed, Shigaraki slams his feet down on the table.
"Put your foot down you're dirtying the table." Disgusted, Chisaki coldly commands.
"I believe that should be could you please put your foot down? Young boss if anything you should be bowing your head in respect. First we don't answer to anyone we will move however we like you're lucky I talked Dabi out of setting this whole place ablaze at your move to steal my alchemist." Agitated, Shigaraki curtly corrects Chisaki.
"Your alchemist?" Confused, Chisaki furrows his brow befuddled.
"Call it 50/50 in other words we're willing to work together in a joint venture. Although that plan you were talking about tell me about it. it's a natural condition I can't just lend you our names for worthless scum." Shigaraki reasons.
"Is that the only condition?" Chisaki asks.
"There's another where is he?" Shigaraki demands.
"He?" Confused, Chisaki quirks his head to the side.
"You know who." Snippily, Shigaraki seethes.
"…He is currently being put to good use." Chisaki tells him.
"Let me see him." Shigaraki demands.
"Afraid I can't let that happen he's a bit preoccupied by the moment." Chisaki answers.
"Tell me this then why did you take him?" Shigaraki questions.
"We simply took what was ours." Chisaki gestures to the man in white passing him over a briefcase.
"What was yours?" Shigaraki scowls at the briefcase rudely pushing his legs off the table, opening it to reveal a document.
"Yes it's an old deal but a while back the boy was sold to us, he was put on oversea auction and we bought him here, we even had to pay the crate for him. How do you think the Hassaikai started in the first place?" Chisaki picks up the document with his gloved hands showing it.
"You…" Shigaraki scowls at the contract of ownership about to reach out for it when…
"Don't get cocky. You're getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you?" Chisaki teasingly pulls it back just as it was about to reach the tip of his fingertips.
"Who do you think you are you punk!" Angrily, Chisaki's subordinate, Mimic soon jumps up, snapping at Shigaraki.
"Who do you think you are that? That's my line. Do you really think you're throwaway small fry yakuza humans heads are of equal value to our Magne and our Orochi." Shigaraki argues annoyed.
"Orochi that's what it calls itself?" Chrono chuckles amused almost.
"Yes that is what he prefers to be called." Curtly, Shigaraki states.
"Chrono Mimic leave him be. He did come all this way to consider the future with us. Let's hear what he has to say. You were in the middle of saying something weren't you?" Chisaki reminds Shigaraki.
"This…this has something to do with Orochi doesn't it? Mr Compress was no longer able to use his quirk. What is this? What do you plan on doing with it? Tell me." Shigaraki shows said ruby red bullet in his hand, opening it to reveal a small needle of some sort.
"I'm going to destroy justice." Chisaki confidently declares determined to achieve said goal…
