Good and Evil

by Roxas Itsuka

Izuku Midoriya, having been bullied for most of his life falls into complete despair. However having been discovered by the League of Villains he finds a new reason to live in this world. Villain Deku. This is my first fanfic. Chapters have been fully updated and corrected as of 06/08/2021

53. The Raid Finale: Shiro's Origin

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia

Warning: this chapter contains several scenes which readers may find uncomfortable or disturbing. These include violence, death, sexual harassment, and mentions of rape. A warning will be put up beforehand. Also, I will be upping the rating to M.

This chapter is over 20000 words and I never imagined it would take me this long to write but it did, and I am sorry for that. I have not had a good year so far, but I will be graduating soon. Before we get into the chapter there are something's I need to get off my chest.

My Hero Academia is ending this year. I was hoping there would be more arcs and more vigilante Deku. While I'm sad about it like many others, if Horikoshi has decided to end it I will respect it. Speaking of which, congratulations to him for selling over 65 million copies of MHA, they deserve it.

I will be returning Tomura's backstory to the way I wrote it originally with a slight twist because I've realized that just because the canon adds new factors to a story doesn't mean I should change it to match it. I originally changed it because some people kept asking me, but I'm going to write what I want.

In this story, Endeavor will not be redeemed because with the way I have written him it won't be possible. When his redemption arc began, I had mixed feelings, however, I will admit I like how he was portrayed as more complex and regretted his actions, which is more than most characters ever do. I think his redemption falls short on some people because it happened far too late after everything he had done, which I can agree with. Though, I do like him more than I did at the start of the series.

Bakugo I have a plan for. I still do not like him in the canon, but I will admit he has gotten good character development and I never expected him to apologize to Izuku, but life is full of surprises.

Despite the reveal of Dabi's true intentions, he has actually become my favourite character. I won't justify what he has done but I still feel bad for how he became that way. I wish he hadn't attacked a baby Shoto though, it just felt like it was to make Endeavour less bad, and him worse. As for why I'm so interested I've read several articles on Tumblr that analyse his behaviour (and his family's) and explain actions and motivations behind them (just explain, not justify). One particular one "Understanding Dabi During the War Arc" is quite detailed and provides a good explanation. I doubt he will die since the theme of the Todoroki family seems to be a family (albeit very dysfunctional) coming together. I hope he doesn't.

When it comes to his final battle, I want him to win but not kill Endeavor (dying would be an easy out for him) and Shoto. Shoto winning just feels like it would prove Endeavor was right, that Shoto was the golden child meant to surpass him, the perfect masterpiece, while Touya is the scapegoat, and the failed creation he was deemed as. If Shoto wants to stop him, he needs to reach out as his brother, not a hero.

I don't know if this will happen or not but at some point, in the future, I want to see a spin-off manga focusing on Dabi/Touya as the protagonist. It could take place during the ten years he was missing and show what he was up to during that time. It could also show a darker and corrupter side of Hero Society which we have only briefly seen in the manga since this time it is told from the perspective of a villain. It could also be more emotionally gut-wrenching (Silent Hill 2 level) than the main series as it further shows Touya's descent into Dabi, as well as the tragic stories of characters. Ten years is a long time, meaning a lot can happen. It could also show a deeper side to Touya's relationship with his family, as well as those around him while providing even more insight into him hating heroes other than Endeavor.

Regarding the anime, I was disappointed with season 5 because of the amount of content it cut from the MVA arc and how it swapped arcs. Part of me hopes for a remake of the arc in the future but won't get my hopes up. My favourite moment was surprisingly Toga's quirk awakening. Toga was never my favourite character, and while the scene was gory, the combination of voice acting, facial expressions, and music made it feel like such a powerful moment.

I've got to be honest. In all anime I've watched, I've never rooted for the villain to win before. There have been villains I liked and could see becoming anti-heroes, but I've never actually rooted for the opposite side before. The way the League struggle against society and other villains while taking everything they throw at them and despite losing members, they still stick together because they care about each other is quite compelling. What I especially love is that they grow as characters become stronger like the heroes because it shows that having friendships and growing stronger is not solely reserved for the hero side. Quite frankly, the only one I want to lose is AFO.

That's all. If you review, please keep it to the chapter content, not what I have said.

Sixty Years Ago

The woman's cries of pain echoed throughout the room as she pushed forward.

"Good, good," the nurse complimented. "One more push Hikari. You can do it."

Hikari leaned back breathing heavily.

She was a young woman with white hair, silver eyes, a slim figure, and wore a patient's gown. To the normal eye, she would be considered beautiful.

Part of her questioned why she was doing this. It was hard enough to get by in this world with her job, one that was frowned upon by others, but this! If she did this, there would be no turning back.

Another part of her wanted this, to give life to someone she never had. To love and cherish someone when no one had done it for her.

With a final scream, she pulled all her willpower together and pushed.

The pain was excruciating but she bore through it.

Suddenly, a new sound dominated the room.

A crying baby.

Hikari looked and saw a small figure wrapped up in a blanket in the nurse's arms.

"It's a boy," the nurse informed with a smile.

Hikari's eyes widened.

She had a son.

The nurse brought him closer and handed him to her carefully.

Almost instantly, he calmed down in her arms.

She noticed a tuft of white hair on his head, the same colour as hers.

Tears welled in her eyes as she brought her son closer to her chest and embraced him.

Her son!

Her baby son!

She was a mother!

Suddenly, she was filled with a feeling of hope, a desire to nurture and protect, feelings she had never felt before now.

Her son let out a small cry as she pulled him back to see his eyes open.

They were topaz, like his fathers. More than likely that would be the only similarity.

"Hello there. I'm your mother," she said softly, tears still flowing from her eyes. "It's nice to finally meet you…Shiro."

Present Day

Hades Main Building

Shiro sat in his throne staring at the entrance.

Any moment now, All Might would arrive, and he could not wait.

It would be one hell of a battle, no question. One that would attract a lot of attention.

Shiro sighed in mild annoyance as his time in the shadows was coming to an end.

He always knew this day was coming. A day when they could no longer keep their activities and selves completely hidden, but it still saddened him. Part of him relished in the anonymity because it enabled him to act freely at his own leisure without any major interference.

Then again, when fighting the No.1 Hero, it was bound to come to an end.

Still, if he could defeat All Might in front of the country it would send a message to everyone, hero, villain, and civilian alike, that they were not to be trifled with. That they were the strongest.

Emphasis on if!

Despite his reputation, Shiro was not arrogant. He had moments (which he had paid dearly for), but other than that he was never arrogant about a situation or when facing someone. His master had taught him that arrogance was the real reason so many met their downfall, and Shiro learned over the years how true it was.

He would not hold back against All Might, but he would not underestimate him either. He would fight strategically, and not recklessly. It was the only way he would have a chance of winning.

All Might was the Symbol of Peace for a reason, just as he was the leader of Hades.

So, the odds were fifty-fifty (in his opinion).

Thinking about it all, Shiro couldn't help but laugh.

"It's taken so much to get here," he mused. "So much hard work, effort, bloodshed, and lawbreaking. And yet, I may lose it all today. Isn't life funny like that?"

Memories from his childhood, meeting Sensei, to what he is now came flooding back.

Shiro let out a small, sad smile.

"Mom, Sensei, I hope you are watching from up there," he said softly. "I know this isn't the life either of you wanted me to have but it is what it is. I wish I could join you, but after everything I've done, I'll be going to the other place." Shiro's smile turned serious. "However, I won't go down without a fight. I swore to both your graves I would never do that." With a determined look in his eye, Shiro stared at the ceiling. "Watch me!"

Fifty-Seven Years Ago

A three-year-old Shiro sat in his room colouring a drawing from the book Mommy got him.

From what Mommy and Neko (Mommy's friend who looked like a cat) said the picture was a flower, something that grew out of the earth. Shiro had never seen one before, although that applied to a lot of things that existed in the outside world.

For a boy of his age, his bedroom, his mother's room, their living area/kitchen, basically, this small apartment was his entire world. Not once had he set foot outside. Not even to visit the doctor when he was sick.

Mommy asked him never to wander off without her because he was safer here. He didn't really understand why, but he trusted Mommy, so he never questioned it.

He did know their home was part of a much larger building owned by Mommy's boss who Shiro had never met but was often told by Mommy to be respectful towards because she gave them a place to live.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a male's voice moaned loudly.

Shiro briefly looked up from his drawing. He knew the voice from past visits, although he had never met the man nor heard his name. It was like that with a lot of people.

It had something to do with Mommy's job, which Shiro did not know much about other than it involved different men and occasionally women coming into Mommy's room. Mommy did something that made them happy, but Shiro did not know what it was.

His mother said it brought them money to keep a roof over their heads, so he did not question it.

He was a little annoyed at the sounds because it was distracting. Normally, people would be quieter but exceptions like this one were loud. Shiro had never personally met the man, but he knew he had come over a few times.

And quite frankly, he did not like him.

In addition to being loud the man was rude, obnoxious, spouted words Shiro did not understand but knew they were bad (Mommy had told him not to repeat them again after asking her), insulted Mommy, her boss, and her friends. He never physically hurt any of them, although that was his only decent quality.

All in all, he was not a nice man.

And yet, for reasons beyond his current understanding, Shiro's mother put up with him, never once getting angry. The one exception was when he asked, "how's the little bastard was doing?", but Shiro had no idea who that was. Mommy had gotten mad when he said it, really mad, which lead to the phrase never being used again.

"Well thanks for that," the man said in an upbeat tone as he prepared to leave (much to Shiro's relief). "I don't know when I'll be back for another one, but I'll call you in advance. That is if that fugly hippo doesn't make any trouble for me. Until next time Hikari."

And then he was gone.

Shiro quickly and quietly closed his book before climbing into his bed. When his mother came to check on him, he pretended to be asleep so that she wouldn't think he had heard any of that. The less trouble he made for her the better.

Later that day

There was a knock on the door causing the mother and son to look away from their activities.

Shiro was annoyed because he thought he needed to return to his room again, but the look on his mother's face made him think twice.

Hikari was confused. She was done for the rest of the day, so there shouldn't have been anyone else.

"Hikari, it's me," came a stern feminine voice. "We need to talk."

The cheerful mood his mother was in before vanished and was instantly replaced by one of nervousness. She gazed at Shiro briefly before motioning him to go to his room (as she had done many times).

Shiro was a bit unnerved by his mother's expression but moved, nonetheless. After shutting the door, he listened as his mother approached the door.

At the door stood a large woman with the appearance of a grey hippo accompanied by two men around her height. She wore a purple dress, lavender scarf and white pearl necklace. She also carried a black and white pipe.

"Good evening, Madam Kaba," Hikari greeted her boss, sounding calmer than she was. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Right to the point as usual I see," Kaba mentioned. "Good. I heard Kiwatari was here earlier."

"Yeah. He was booked for today," Hikari replied quickly. "He left not too long ago. Why?"

Inhaling some smoke from her pipe and exhaled, much to Hikari's annoyance. "Due to his reprehensible actions, he has been banned. He may be allowed to return after a period of time, but until then, he is not to be given any kind of service. If he shows up without me having announced it first, please let me know."

Hikari looked visibly stunned.

"Why? What did he do?"

"He used his quirk on one of the girls, Blossom I believe it was, before dragging her into her room," one of the guards explained.

"A severe breach of the rules as I'm sure you're aware," said the other.

Indeed, it was. Quirk usage was expressly forbidden in the brothel even by staff members (barring security). Of course, in the event that customers got violent, they were allowed to them in self-defence. However, afterwards, the incident would be investigated by a man with a truth-based quirk under the Madam's employment.

Violation of this rule meant the customer would be banned for a certain amount of time (though repeats would make it permanent), or the staff losing their job.

"Then, why was he here earlier if?" Hikari started.

"Shou was away on a job, so we were not able to ascertain the truth until now," Kaba interrupted taking another smoke.

As annoyed as she was at the smoke, Hikari was somewhat relieved she would have a break from Kiwatari given his vile and unbearable nature.

"I for one am glad he is not coming back," Kaba exhaled. "Good customer aside, he has been the biggest pain in my backside since he first showed up. A couple weeks off from him should do me some good."

"Why would you let him in if you don't like him?" Shiro questioned through his slightly open door. "Doesn't that just make your job harder?"

Hikari jumped at Shiro's sudden appearance. The guards exchanged uncomfortable looks since children were not common down here (for obvious reasons). Kaba narrowed her eyes.

'So, this is Hikari's boy,' she mused.

"I'm so sorry Madam," Hikari quickly apologised. "Shiro. Go back to."

"No," Kaba silenced. "I like a bit a spirit." Her eyes locked onto Shiro's. "Come out where I can see you boy. It's not polite to talk behind closed doors." To her relief and surprise, the boy came out. Relief because it showed the boy had manners, and yet surprise because the look he gave her indicated no fear, only distrust, which she found quite odd for a boy his age. "It seems your mother educated you well on manners boy."

Shiro eyed her warily but remained silent.

"Now, about your question Shiro. You are correct in the assumption it makes my job harder," Kaba admitted. "In fact, working with individuals like him makes me hate it from time to time. However, by working with people like Kiwatari there is more to gain than there is to lose, so my personal feelings should not matter. Tell me, do you know why your mother works?"

"To make money and support us," Shiro recited like he had been told before. "Neko said the same thing."

Kaba nodded. "That is correct. And to do that, she must work with trustworthy individuals like Neko, and even some she hates to get the job done and get paid. Whether we like the person or not does is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is we get what we are owed." Shiro's eyes wavered in what Kaba assumed was him slowly understanding. "It happens to everyone, and regrettably, it will happen to you when you are older."

Hearing this, Shiro's expression morphed into a glare. He already hated the idea, so why would he go through with it?

"On the off chance you don't you will be extremely lucky, but I doubt it," the Madam sighed. "No one ever is."

Shiro wanted to argue with her so badly but ultimately refrained because he did not want to get Mommy in trouble.

"I understand," he pouted. "But I still don't like it."

"And I will not force you to like it," Kaba assured. "I will not force anybody under my roof to like it. However, it is what it is, and nothing said or done will change that."

Hikari grimaced when she heard "under my roof" because she did not know how long it lasted. She was worried Madam Kaba would force Shiro to work one day, though she hoped it would be in security, not her prostitution.

Truthfully, Hikari did not like her job.

If she could have had any other one, if there was any other life option for her, she would have grabbed onto it without hesitation. But one bad thing led to another and here she was stuck in this life with no way to escape.

The only good that had come from it was the few friends she had made and most of all Shiro.

She was lucky Madam Kaba had allowed her to keep and let him live with her. Pregnancies were not specifically forbidden but they were discouraged. A child like Shiro being born in the brothel was very rare.

"Will that man be gone a long time?" Shiro asked hopefully.

"A couple of months yes, why?" Kaba replied.

"He's annoying," Shiro responded bluntly. "Whenever he's over here I can always hear his voice whining, and other times he's rude about people. A little while ago he called someone a "fugly hippo", whatever that is."

Hikari's eyes widened in horror while the men looked away uncomfortably.

Madam Kaba smiled sweetly at Shiro to hide her rage. "Oh, really?! And tell Shiro, what else does he say when he is here."

Shiro being the child he was didn't understand the severity of the situation, nor did he see a reason to lie to his mother's boss. And so, over the next twenty minutes, Shiro proceeded to tell the audience all about Kiwatari's visits, the people he mocked, his personal life, and some illegal practices.

By the time he was finished, Hikari was on the verge of fainting. Her son had heard all of that when she thought he was always asleep.

Madam Kaba was fuming. A couple of months would not be enough it seemed. No, she needed to go further than that.

"Hikari, why am I only hearing this now?" Kaba asked sternly but calmly. "And from your son, no less?"

"Client confidentiality," she responded weakly. "What happens in our rooms is supposed to stay there. Also, I didn't want to lose you a customer who pays as much as he does. As for Shiro, I thought he was asleep during those times."

The Madam inwardly scowled. That was a good reason!

Still, she wouldn't let it deter her. Kiwatari was going to learn what happened when he didn't respect her rules.

"Your boy is smart Hikari," Madam Kaba turned on her heel and walked out. "I hope he stays that way."

When she was gone, Hikari released a deep breath she didn't realize she had been holding in. That could have gone worse in so many ways.

Meanwhile, Shiro was just staring at the door confused.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Present Day

All Might ran through the tunnels towards the city. His suit was still gushing with sweat from his battle with Nikko as evidenced by the trail he was leaving behind, but other than that he was fine.

A dim light appeared towards the end of the tunnel, causing him to increase his speed.

'This is it! It has to be!' All Might decided.

Bursting through the entrance, he came face to face with a sight that both awed and infuriated him.

The report Young Midoriya had submitted was not exaggerating when it described Hades main base as a city.

He marvelled at the design and effort that had gone into constructing it.

What made him angry was the fact that it was built off hard forced labour from people who had their freedom and rights stripped from them. And if his time in the States taught him anything, it was that slavery was foul and was worthy of being locked up in Tartarus.

'Goddammit! How did they manage to get this far without any one of us ever knowing?' All Might lamented.

What frustrated All Might the most was how dangerous Hades had grown without alerting anyone, even Underground heroes, to what was happening.

Admittedly, their strategy involving a city with little crime made sense as to how, but it still infuriated him how a threat like Hades existed under their noses for decades.

'That all ends today,' All Might swore. 'Even if I have to tear this entire place apart and beat every member one by one just like I did with AFO's followers I swear will destroy Hades and save everyone!' Looking up he saw a large building in the city centre. 'And I'll start with Shiro!'

And with that, he took off towards his target… until he stopped at the sight of a vending machine.

'Correction! I will start with Shiro after I have had some water!' he decided. 'It would be a bad idea to fight him dehydrated.'

Hades Main Building

Shiro observed the holographic monitor with an amused expression. All Might had just consumed four bottles of water in quick succession and was now going for a fifth.

"Nikko really did a number on him," he remarked.

He wasn't all that surprised, to be honest, but still impressed. Nikko could dominate her opponents with her quirk and fighting skills, but she always preferred to fight creatively rather than rely on brute force.

A trait many villains unfortunately lacked.

Most of them relied too much on power half of the time rather than properly honing their abilities and strategizing. Shiro understood though. With guys like AFO and All Might around, it was hard not to see strength as the most important.

It was why he respected people like Eraserhead and Himiko Toga who used weaker quirks cleverly to outsmart their enemies. After all, he had been the same with his quirk until a little training and strategizing turned him into the force he was today.

SMASH!

Shiro was immediately alerted to the sound of something breaking downstairs.

"It would seem the guest of honour has arrived," Shiro let out a small smile. "Good thing I left everything…"

SMASH!

The doors literally blew apart as All Might punched his way in. The expression he wore was as furious as the time at the USJ when the League first attacked.

"It's over now Shiro!" All Might stepped forward generating a small shockwave that lifted the dust. "Why? Because I am here!"

Shiro stared at him blankly before assessing the small carnage.

"Was that really necessary?" Shiro shot All Might an irritated look. "I left everything unlocked so you wouldn't have to break them. I'm not an idiot. I know these doors couldn't stop you, so why?"

"This ends," All Might shrugged off the accusations.

"And another thing," Shiro interrupted clearly not finished. "What is with the whole "I am here" thing? I can physically see you, not to mention blowing off the doors was a clear sign you were here! So, just why? Is it meant an intimidation tactic, because let me tell you I have seen far worse, or is it just a catchphrase you use when on the job?"

All Might could hardly believe his ears. Shiro was actually complaining about trivial things while a full-on war was occurring!

"Y-You, do you even know what's happening right now?" he asked incredulously.

"You hero guys are raiding my base and home in a desperate bid to rescue everyone who's been held captive," Shiro rolled his eyes. "It's not rocket science."

"Then why?" All Might started.

"Am I bringing all these small insignificant details to your attention?" Shiro finished. "Because you are the one doing them Ass Might. Also, despite what you think, whenever someone breaks into another person's home and destroys their property the owner is always upset."

"Property you built off slavery," All Might spat back.

Shiro gave him a bored look.

"Oh, I know what I've done, and why I did it," he admitted nonchalantly. "I make no excuses. Explanations perhaps, but I never sugarcoat anything or make it into something it's not, even if I do think it's justified."

Shiro never liked using his past to justify what he did, aside from the rules he set, but mostly to explain why he did the things he did. For him, using his past felt like he was using his mother and teacher. They were part of his reasons, yes, but he did not actually like using them.

"Justified?" All Might breathed. "You kidnapped children and forced them to work for you! Do you have any idea how traumatic that must be for them?"

"Yes," Shiro stated uninterestedly. "Although, probably not as traumatic as watching attempted rape and then murder."

All Might's blood froze. His eyes widened in utter horror.

"But Midoriya… he said you didn't," he muttered.

"I don't!" Shiro snapped furiously. "I would NEVER take part in a disgusting act like that! The murder, that was me. The minute I saw that waste of human flesh try and have his way with one of the students after apparently doing it to someone else, I ripped out his fucking heart." All Might winced at the description. "The bastard's blood spewed all over the girl, Shiozaki I think her name was, and then I had Umi, and Utada take her and the rest of the newcomers away." Shiro's face became sombre as he reflected on the victims and how distraught they were. It was like Tenome all over again. "The amount of therapy they are all going through would surprise you."

All Might felt conflicted. On one hand, he was relieved Shiozaki had been saved from something so terrible along with the other children. On the other hand, he was angry because it was Shiro's fault they were there, to begin with. However, he was somewhat relieved that the man had enough humanity to have them properly treated.

"You really hate the act, don't you?" he said softly.

The leader of Hades stared at the ground before looking back at the Symbol of Peace with a neutral, yet solemn, expression.

"More than you could possibly imagine."

Fifty-five years ago

Hikari added more parts to Shiro's central building as he searched for a specific piece.

The Lego city wasn't too big, but it did have a unique design. A large circle divided up into four sections with a huge building at the centre. It was Shiro's opinion that the owner of the city (him) should live in the tallest building for everyone else to see.

Hikari didn't know where he had gotten the idea from, but she wasn't about to question his childish logic. If anything, she was just happy he was having fun. Aside from her, this apartment, his toys, and his quirk which emitted light like hers, Shiro did not have much else in the world.

At the age of five, he was not in school alongside other children (not that she could afford it) so all education came from her and her friends. The books they provided also proved useful. Despite this, Shiro had proven to be quite intelligent for his age by quickly picking up language, reading, and writing.

Still, they were happy (at least as far as they could get).

"Found it!" Shiro exclaimed as he took out a small flag and placed it on top.

Truthfully, he didn't care that the city was complete. He was just happy to be spending time with his mommy on her day off.

No customers, no colleagues, no distractions, just him and her.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The sound of someone banging on the door instantly drew their attention (and Shiro's scorn). There wasn't supposed to be anyone visiting today. Even Neko said she would be busy.

Hikari hoped it wasn't Madam Kaba, though she would have announced her presence.

As the person on the other side continued to bang against the door Shiro's annoyance increased. They were ruining his time with Mom.

"Just answer so they can go away," Shiro pleaded.

Hikari got up and walked to the door. However, when she opened it, she was met with the sight of someone she had not expected.

"Bout fucking time!" a voice sneered. "You know it's rude to keep customers waiting, especially regular ones."

"Kiwatari," Hikari murmured. "What are you doing here?"

Shiro's eyes widened. It had been two years since he heard that man's voice and name, but he had never forgotten. And now, this was his first time seeing him.

Kiwatari was just barely above his mother's height with a lanky build. He had short brown hair, vicious green eyes with slits much like a snake, and a small beard covering his face.

"What do you think? I'm making up for lost time," Kiwatari said. "And you should be doing the same so get in."

"You were banned," Hikari reminded.

"I WAS banned! Now I'm not," he argued.

"Madam Kaba would have informed us if you were allowed back first," Hikari argued back. "As a matter of fact, I would like to verify it first."

"If I wasn't allowed back, how am I standing here?" Kiwatari sneered. "That fugly hippo is under new management now, courtesy of Eris, meaning I have the go-ahead."

Hikari frowned. This was the first she had heard of it. However, the name Kiwatari dropped concerned her. Eris was a criminal group notorious for human and drug trafficking. The brothel had some of their members come over from time to time to relieve some stress, but never anything hostile.

"Be that as it may I'm on my day off," Hikari countered. "If you want, I can make time tomorrow, but not now."

Her response only served to anger him as she tried to close the door only for him to keep it open with his hand.

"Screw that!" he shouted. "I've been waiting years to come back. I'm entitled to this."

"And I will give it to you, tomorrow," Hikari said.

Fed up with waiting, Kiwatari grabbed her by the wrist and activated his quirk, temporarily paralysing her so she couldn't fight back. He then moved in and shut the door to prevent any interruptions.

"What do you think you're doing?" Shiro yelled outraged to see the man in his home.

Kiwatari glanced at the boy surprised. He had forgotten Hikari had a brat.

"So, you're the little bastard, huh," he said. "Not that it's any of your business, but your mom and I have work to do. So, why don't you fuck off someplace where you won't cause a disturbance."

"No, you don't!" Shiro declared defiantly. "My Mom is off today. She doesn't have to do anything with you."

Kiwatari gave him a look before walking over and dragging him up by the arm.

SLAP!

Kiwatari's right hand connected with Shiro's face and sent him crashing to the ground. Shiro, for his part, blinked in shock as he held his hand to his stinging face. That man just hit him. He hit him. Not even his mother had done that.

However, instead of crying (much to Kiwatari's surprise) Shiro activated his quirk and illuminated the whole room with his body. Kiwatari let out a growl as he was blinded by the light and fell backwards.

Shiro felt a small sense of pride for overpowering the grown-up. However, it was short-lived upon Kiwatari getting back up with his eyes closed and diving towards Shiro. Being much slower than the man, Shiro couldn't dodge as he grabbed a hold of him and activated his quirk. Shiro felt his body freeze as his quirk deactivated.

"You little shit! It seems your mother forgot to discipline you properly. Oh well, I guess I'll have to rectify that," he growled as terror-filled Shiro.

SLAP!

Kiwatari's backfist connected with Shiro's face and sent him only for the older man to pull him and smack him on the other side of his face.

"This is what happens to children when they misbehave," Kiwatari positioned Shiro directly on his knee. "And this is one of the more classic punishments. Hopefully, after this, you'll learn to keep your mouth shut."

Kiwatari brought his hand down hard on Shiro's backside with each strike becoming harder and more painful. Shiro couldn't even cry out because he was still paralysed. Kiwatari on the other hand was having a blast. It was nice to beat someone up for a change, perhaps he should do it more often, though he decided Shiro would be a one-time victim because it wouldn't do him any favours with Hikari.

Still, that didn't mean it would be their last encounter. The kid was as cute as his old woman, so he was sure to be a looker in the future. Maybe he would take up a job here in the future. Kiwatari would certainly be willing to visit.

He was so distracted by what he was doing that he didn't notice the mother had gotten back to her feet with an expression of pure rage plastered across her face.

This man had shown up out of nowhere, tried to force himself on her when she said, used his quirk on her, and then had the audacity to beat her son right in front of her! there was only one course of action now.

Quietly picking up a broomstick, she ran over and whacked it across the left side of Kiwatari's face. Kiwatari screamed as collapsed to the side while Shiro sprawled onto the floor below. Hikari pulled him away into her arms where she inspected him.

"Shiro are you alright?" she asked desperately.

Her boy wasn't moving (likely because of the quirk) and he wasn't responding to her.

"Ugh, you bitch!" Kiwatari growled struggling to get up. "Look what you've done."

His ear was bleeding from the attack and blood flowed down onto his jacket.

"Get. Out!" Hikari ordered with a rare fury in her voice. "And don't even think of coming back."

That did not sway Kiwatari in the slightest. If anything, it made him angrier.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" he screamed. "AS AN EMPLOYEE YOU HAVE AN OBLIGATION!"

"I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!" Hikari screamed back. "You barged into to my home on my day off, used your quirk on me, and worst of all you assaulted my son! So, no Kiwatari I don't have to open my legs for you. Instead, I'm going to report you for your blatant violation of the rules and make sure Madam Kaba kicks you out again! This time, permanently!"

She kept a tight grip on the broom during her declaration, her eyes never once leaving her attacker. By now, several people would have heard the commotion meaning it was only a short amount of time before somebody arrived to help.

Kiwatari, on the other hand, was unwilling to accept any consequences for his actions. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. He approached her politely asking for a service that had long been overdue, and yet she rudely refused him and gave him a serious wound. Did they not care if he lost his ear?

He had no choice but to use his quirk and discipline her child for trying to stop him. They were to blame for his behaviour not him. That's right! It was all their fault.

And if Hikari wouldn't give him what he was owed then he would take it by force.

Without warning, he threw Shiro's small chair at her, forcing her to bring up the broom in defence. Kiwatari ran at her with his arm outstretched ready to use his quirk. In response, Hikari activated her own.

The room was illuminated again with the mother shining even more intensely than her son had. Kiwatari cried out while covering his eyes with one of his arms. Due to his lack of sight, he failed to notice the drawing books on the floor leading him to trip with his arm still extended. He shoved Hikari at the stomach and activated his quirk paralysing her.

Unfortunately, he had put a bit too much force into his shove as she fell backwards and…

CRACK!

…smacked the back of her head perfectly across the edge of her bedroom door.

Hikari's form lay there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as blood slowly began to ooze from the back.

Seeing as the light had dispersed Kiwatari opened his eyes and glanced at Hikari, and then the blood.

"Shit!" he muttered as he deactivated his quirk. "Hikari. Are you alright?" When he didn't get an answer, he started panicking. "Hey, stop fucking around. Answer."

"Mommy," Shiro called having finally recovered.

He stared at his mother's body, not fully sure of what was happening.

'Why isn't she moving?'

'Why isn't she speaking?'

'Why is she bleeding?'

A hundred questions plagued his mind as he turned to the only other occupant in the room who was shaking her body but getting no response.

"Shit! Fuck!" he swore. The terror was evident in his voice. "They're gonna blame me for this and then I'll be." He then looked at Shiro. "T-This is your fault! You're the reason she's dead!" How he ever came to that conclusion nobody knows. Perhaps the irrational part of his mind thought it would be a good idea to blame Shiro for his actions, despite being the one to instigate it. "And they. No. Screw this shit! I'm not getting punished for something you did!"

With that the man fled like the coward he was, leaving little Shiro alone with his mother's corpse.

"Mommy," Shiro approached her. "Mommy, what's wrong?" He couldn't understand what was happening or why tears were welling up in his eyes. "Why won't you answer me, mommy? Why can't you move mommy? Why are you hurt?" What was this strong pain in his chest? "Mommy? Mommy?" Desperation began to enter his voice. "How can I help you, mommy? How can I make you better?"

"Hikari! Shiro!" Neko's voice rang out. "Is everything- Oh my God!"

Shiro turned to face her, tears falling from his eyes.

"Neko, mommy got hurt? Can you help her?" he asked pleadingly.

Neko began to cry as she rushed to Shiro and pulled him into a hug while uttering "I'm sorry", "I'm so sorry" to him repeatedly.

Shiro didn't understand. Why was Neko sorry? What had she done wrong?

What did he do wrong?

Later

"Okay, boy. It's time to go," one of Madam Kaba's guards instructed.

Shiro stood up and followed. Throughout the walk, neither of them uttered a word.

Shiro barely registered the man's presence who, despite his calm demeanour, was nervous for the boy.

After Hikari's death, they had searched for Kiwatari only to be halted by Eris' men, who informed them that they would handle Kiwatari's punishment. Normally, they would argue, but given the current circumstances, they relented.

Of course, the problems didn't stop there.

The leader of Eris requested to take Shiro seeing as he had no other guardian. This one Madam had argued against and even tried to reason with him. Hell, everyone in the brothel was against it, especially Neko, because the idea of sending a grieving five-year-old to a place like that was just sick. However, their pleas fell on deaf ears, or in Neko's case silenced.

"Ah, so this is the boy," a cold voice murmured.

Shiro looked up to see a man wearing a black biker jacket, black leather pants and boots. The man was shirtless with his abs out for everyone to see. He possessed long dark hair that travelled down to his waist and red-eye on the right while the other was covered with a black eyepatch.

He looked Shiro up from head to toe as if he was valuing him.

Shiro did not like it, and because he did not like it, he shot the man a glare.

"Oh," the man snorted amused. "This one has a bit of fight in him." He then got in Shiro's personal space (much to his displeasure) and smirked. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we? In the meantime, the name's Yami Himitsu, and as of this moment, you are my slave and I, your master. Nice to meet you!"

Eris Main Base

What happened after was Shiro being led away by Yami, or Master as he was supposed to call him now, and several men into a van (something Shiro found intriguing because he had never seen one before).

The whole sensation of driving felt strange to Shiro but otherwise, it was okay. He noticed none of the guards sparing him a glance, just staring straight with blank expressions which he found a bit weird. He refrained from saying anything because he wasn't fully comfortable around them.

The journey lasted less than an hour and when they arrived, they placed a bag over his head and escorted him by the arms. It was at this point Shiro started to panic and struggle; however, it was useless against the older and stronger men.

(WARNING! THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS VERY DARK, UNCOMFORTABLE AND MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE! YOU MAY SKIP IT IF YOU LIKE SINCE YOU CAN GUESS WHAT HAPPENS! BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Eventually, they came to a halt and removed the bag before throwing him into a small cell with a toilet, sink, and three mattresses with blankets. It was very different to his room at home, and he didn't like it.

"Not to your liking I take it," Yami mused. "I will admit, it's a step down from what that whore was providing you. However, I assure you it's only temporary. After we're done here, you'll be moving in with an older roommate. A decent man, all things considered, and a competent fighter. I expect you to learn from him."

"And if I don't?" Shiro said before he could stop himself.

Yami smiled. It was a cruel smile with a hint of joy. It was as if he was happy Shiro spoke back. And in a way, he was.

"That would be a big mistake," Shiro suddenly felt himself being dragged down to the floor by an invisible force. "Just like what you did. Here's the thing Shiro, this whole master/slave relationship, you don't talk back to me, you don't talk shit to me, in fact, you don't talk at all unless I say so. If you do well, I don't want to spoil the punishments. Otherwise, you won't be surprised."

Shiro didn't like the way he was talking. He tried to use his quirk; however, the light was blocked by a black substance oozing over his body. Looking around he saw the entire room was covered to the point that only he and Yami were visible.

"Don't even bother! My quirk lets me control darkness meaning yours won't have a single effect on me," Yami sneered. "You're not at that brothel anymore Shiro. Here you will work, fight, and fuck to survive just like everyone else. I'm going to demonstrate the third now, but Kiwatari will show you the rest later." Yami started to undress while the darkness held Shiro down. "First thing you gotta do is take your clothes off, second open your legs, and third, well, I'll show."

Shiro was scared, more than he had ever been in his life. He wanted his mom. He wanted Neko. He wanted to go home. He wanted to play with his toys, read his books, and sleep on his own bed. He wanted anywhere other than with this man.

"Now, let's begin," Yami breathed on his face.

Shiro began to cry.

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His years in hell had begun.

Present Day

"Before we start, I should warn you. This won't be like your fight with AFO! Oh, no. Unlike him, I don't rely on raw power alone," All Might had suspected as much. Izuku's report detailed that Shiro's quirk wasn't powerful on its own, but through sheer amounts of work and training, kind of like Best Jeanists. "Now then, that's enough talk, don't you think? You and the rest of the pros came here for a reason did you not? So, what's say you and I give them a show they'll never forget Toshinori Yagi?"

All Might's eyes widened in shock. How did Shiro know who he was? His name and identity were a national secret, so no one should have known. The only logical explanation was that AFO told him. Did that mean he knew about OFA as well? Then again, why would AFO tell anyone about that? The fewer people that knew about it meant the less chance it could be stolen by someone else.

Whichever the case, he would deal with it after arresting Shiro.

"Let's!" All Might snarled as he got into a fighting stance.

Likewise, Shiro got into one of his own with his right arm becoming immersed in light. Several seconds later, a gauntlet with several sharp edges had formed.

"Texas…"

"Luster…"

The two men launched themselves aiming straight for each other's fists.

"…Smash!"

"…Gauntlet!"

The two attacks collided and generated a miniature storm that reverberated around the entire room.

Shiro used his quirk to dig his heels into the ground to prevent himself from being pushed back while also putting power into his arm to keep it together. The result was All Might's attack breaking through and sending Shiro flying. All Might advanced forward to knock him out quickly, only for Shiro to send out several orbs of light from his hands.

"Rapid Fire Light Orb!"

All Might folded his arms across his chest making an "X" shape, halted on one leg, and then released a double chop.

"Carolina Smash!"

The orbs blew in different directions damaging several parts of the room. In addition, some of them went into Shiro as he crashed through his throne.

'Shit! That actually hurt!' Shiro thought. 'I can see why he's called No.1.'

Steadily standing up, Shiro barely managed to put up some armour as All Might was instantly in front of him and punched him square in the stomach. In spite of the protection, the attack caused Shiro to cough up some blood as he was sent crashing through the wall, creating a view into the city.

Shiro managed to hold onto the building using a rope made from his power. In pulling himself back inside, he started to spin forwards while releasing several waves of pure light through his legs. The attacks struck All Might who defended using his arms. Unbeknownst to the Symbol, the action had a secondary purpose. By spinning repeatedly, Shiro was accumulating energy while increasing his velocity. So, when he came back through the hole, he shot straight towards All Might with increased speed and strength, while still spinning in a circular motion.

"Photonic Wheel Saw!"

The attack collided on top of All Might's head causing him to smash face-first into the ground. The impact of which created a small crater and bust All Might's lip.

"Ugh," Shiro moaned dizzily. "This is why I never use that move."

'Such strength!' All Might thought bewildered. 'Not many can make me bleed.'

Before he could, Shiro leapt up and summoned several light rays.

"Light Spears!"

The attack rained down on All Might who had gotten to his knees and rotating his arm he punched upwards creating a small tornado.

"Nebraska Smash!"

The tornado easily blew away the spears and almost sent Shiro crashing through the roof. However, Shiro managed to pivot himself and land directly on the ceiling upside down with one leg stretched out and the other bent, still held back by the wind. Letting out a smile Shiro brought his legs together and shot down headfirst and started rapidly spinning his body while amassing speed and energy.

"Photonic Missile!"

Unlike his battle with Endeavour, this missile was faster, more focused, and way more powerful due to the distance provided between them. All Might should have moved but instead, he chose to unleash another smash.

Gathering his strength, he focused OFA's power into his arms and performed a double uppercut that unleashed a gale-force wind.

"Alabama Smash!"

The two attacks collided and released another storm over the room with neither man giving up. For Shiro, in keeping his current motion he managed to use the wind to strengthen his attack even further as he slowly began to pierce through it. Eventually, he collided headfirst with All Might's fists which held him in place. All Might, try as he might, was struggling to hold on as the human bullet continued to push against him. It was made even more difficult by the fact that the light from Shiro's attack was burning his hands. When he was pushed down with his legs barely holding on, he swapped to holding Shiro in place with his open hands only to get the same results.

After thirty seconds of painful standstill, All Might's legs caved in Shiro's photonic missile went through and struck All Might directly on the chest and into the ground causing the crater to expand in size and damage.

The impact was so strong it broke two of All Might's ribs and forced to cough up blood. No sound came out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe, and yet the pain of the attack was very high.

Shiro wasn't faring much better. The recoil from photonic missile tossed his body a few metres away from All Might in a manner that was similar to a ragdoll being thrown away. Compared to his battle with Endeavour, the aftereffects were much worse. Shiro lay on his back breathing steadily as he stared at the ceiling with blurry vision. He felt sick like he was about to throw up (it was a miracle he hadn't already). It took more than a minute for him to stand up again, and even then, his legs were wobbly. The impact from his attack caused a tiny part of his forehead to burst leading to blood oozing down the centre, over his nose, and on the sides of his mouth.

'Ugh, this exactly why I don't use it that much,' he thought dizzily. 'The greater the power, the worse the recoil.'

"That was a risky move," All Might muttered as he steadily got back up.

"I know. It's not one I use that often, but against a hero like you I can't afford to hold back," Shiro retorted. "The same applies to you does it not?"

All Might chuckled. "For once, we agree on something."

Fifty-five years ago

Shiro was dragged somewhere. Of that much he was aware. He had not been blinded yet he could not see either. No, that wasn't right. It would be more accurate to say he did not want to see. His mind was in such a state of shock that he was unable to process anything else.

And honestly…who could blame him?

After what those…monsters did to him, how could he be anything other than shocked?

Shiro could still remember every horrific detail. Their scents, their sick voices, how they…touched him, and how they went i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-…...

He couldn't even describe it properly, and frankly, he didn't want to. The whole experience(s) hurt. They hurt…so much.

And even though he wanted to stop thinking about it, he couldn't. The way he smelt afterwards was a cruel reminder that it had happened, that it was real.

Shiro was briefly snapped out of his trance by the sound of a door opening. Without warning, the guards threw him into the room. Shiro brought up his elbows to cushion his landing. He glanced up at the guards who, before closing the door, uttered a message.

"Your roommate will be back later."

Dread overcame Shiro as the idea of a roommate who could potentially be as bad (if not worse) Yami or Kiwatari caused him to shake violently as his breathing became heavier. So much, that combined with his recent trauma caused him to fall unconscious.

Later

"Hey, hey," a voice called out. "Kid, what are you. Oh, you're my. Shit, I'd better call." The voice sounded concerned but Shiro couldn't understand why. "Don't worry kid. I'll get you help and cleaned up." Then the voice scowled. "What the fuck Himitsu! What the fuck!"

Shiro felt warm arms pick him up, but he lost consciousness again.

Later

Shiro felt warm. Not in a bad way, more comforting and cosier. Almost like he was in his bed at home.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. From what he could see he was in a double bed covered by a green duvet inside a room with a carpet, brown couch, coffee table, and a tv. There were two archways that led to two separate rooms.

What stood out most in the room was the person sitting on the ground cross-legged with his hands raised up resting on his knees. Shiro recalled Neko doing it once. It was something called meditation.

The man possessed wavy light green hair that obscured his eyes and a light beard. His attire consisted of a green t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms but lacked any shoes or socks. Shiro thought the man looked old, well, older than his mother, but not grandpa old.

"You're awake. That's good to see," the man addressed Shiro. "How do you feel?"

He knew it was a bad question considering what the child has just gone through but he needed to know. It was the best way to ascertain the boy's mental state.

Shiro didn't answer straight away. He stared at the man with suspicion and distrust.

"F-Fine!" Shiro gritted through his teeth.

The man sighed. "Well, that's disturbing!"

"Eh!" Shiro gasped.

That wasn't the response he expected.

The man rolled his eyes. "Most people who go through what you just did wouldn't be fine. Quite the opposite. The fact that you are shows there's something seriously wrong with you."

Shiro's face turned red with anger. How dare this man act as he knew him!

"I AM NOT FINE! I JUST LOST MY MOM!" he screamed tears beginning well-up in his eyes. "AND THAT MAN HE, HE, he." Shiro trailed off at the end. He couldn't even say it. "Do I look fine to you?"

"No," the man gave him a sympathetic look. "But that's all the more reason, to be honest about it." Shiro gave him a confused look. "You want to scream, shout, or cry? Do it! I won't judge you. Bottling up your emotions all the time is never a good thing, much less healthy. Sometimes you just need to let it all out."

It might have been a bit much to tell a child all of this but given what he went (and would continue to go) through, learning how to express his grief and emotions now was critical.

Shiro's just stared at him for about a minute before grabbing his pillow and throwing it at his face. The man didn't even so much as faze much to the child's fury. Shiro activated his quirk to blind him, but the man simply closed his eyes taking all the assaults in a nonchalant manner. When that didn't work, Shiro got out of the bed, walked over, and began to pound against the man's chest with his little fists, all the while the latter looked on with a sombre expression.

Shiro panted heavily. His attacks had done nothing more than run him dry of air and annoy the man (even if he didn't look it).

"Do you feel better now?" the man asked after a minute.

"No," Shiro sniffed.

"At least you are being honest," the man said. "That's what's important."

He didn't dare raise his hand to pet Shiro's head. While he wasn't sure yet, he did not think Shiro would want any form of comfort from an adult, much less a male, right after he'd been violated.

Shiro glared up into his eyes. The boy's cheeks and eyes were red, a few tears there but he held them back.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Itsuki, and I am your roommate."

Present

"Luminous Arrow!"

"Detroit Smash!"

Their attacks collided and cancelled each other out. However, All Might's hand was lightly burned as a result.

"Tch," he scowled. "I guess I should have this much from a villain who went toe to toe with AFO."

"Oh, All Might, you're too kind," Shiro replied sarcastically. "That old geezer was one of the toughest villains I've ever fought, which kind of makes sense because of the number of quirks he stole since they first emerged. It wasn't enough to kill me though."

All Might frowned. "AFO was a very secretive individual, yet you seem to know a lot for someone who was his enemy."

Shiro merely shrugged. "Even enemies can hold mutual respect, Toshinori Yagi. AFO and I may not have gotten along, well not as bad as other villains, but we respected each other enough to occasionally align and share information. How else do you think I know your name?"

Well, there went that theory. What else had AFO shared?

"What else did he tell you?" All Might asked concerningly.

"One for All," All Might froze as his worst fears were confirmed. "I've known about that for decades now."

"Hold on a minute!" All Might shouted. "Why would he tell you about that? That would risk."

"The same reason I turned down his offer for a quirk," Shiro interrupted without missing a beat. "I would never take on a power that belonged to someone else to become stronger, regardless of how much it might benefit me. Be it for war, profit, or respect, I will do it through my own power and no one else's. Is that understood?"

There was also the fact that accepting a quirk from someone like AFO meant you were indebted to them, and if personal experience had taught him anything (which it had), it never ended well.

All Might was surprised at Shiro's explanation. Even if he didn't want OFA, why not inform others of its existence? Then again, if villains like Atrocity knew about it then there would be unspeakable chaos.

"That hasn't stopped you from using people and their power!" All Might argued.

"Again, not denying what I've done," Shiro shrugged. "About AFO though, during the last few months of his life, we were on pretty bad terms. He wasn't happy about me taking Deku, not that I blame him. The kid's got skill, the likes of which I've only seen in a couple. If only I had been the one to find him during his latest suicide attempt."

All Might felt veins standing on his forehead as he mentioned Young Midoriya. after everything he put him through, he had the gall to say he's upset about not finding him instead of AFO. Just as he was going to launch another smash, he noticed the way Shiro phrased that sentence.

'Latest…Suicide…Attempt?' he thought. 'That can't be right. I know he tried after I spoke with him, but it was never mentioned.'

There was no way, right?

"Judging from that look on your face I can tell you're confused," Shiro's interruption brought All Might back to reality. "That's "latest" All Might, not first. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say AFO didn't tell you during your final battle."

"T-T-Tell me what?" All Might stammered.

AFO had told him a few things about Midoriya's past, none of which were good. Izuku himself admitted that he had not had a good life. However, neither of them had elaborated much further than that.

"That wasn't the first time he tried to kill himself," Shiro explained. "There were plenty of times before that."

The leader of Hades was genuinely surprised that AFO had not told All Might. It would have been a good way to throw the hero off his guard, not to mention torment him. Then again, it was possible he hadn't known either.

All Might felt his heart stop. For several seconds he stopped breathing as he struggled to process what he had learned.

That wasn't the first time!? What was then!? For that matter, when was it!?

"Not gonna lie Mr Symbol, the shit people will put another person through just for being different would shock you," Shiro continued. "Guys like me and AFO are depraved but unlike those people in school, we're honest about it. Given how attached he was to Deku, I'm surprised AFO didn't massacre his entire school or turn them into Nomus even."

Shiro would never admit this to anyone, but Izuku's entire life (and by extension Katsuki's) disturbed him. In particular, the parties surrounding it.

All Might felt a strange sense of nausea. AFO had said something similar during their battle, meaning there was at least some truth to it.

But, what?

How bad had Midoriya's life been before he met him?

Fifty-three years ago

"Are you done yet?" Shiro grumbled. "We've been sitting here for two hours."

"Patience is a virtue Shiro," Itsuki pointed out. "Good things come to those who wait."

"How is me being bored out of my mind a good thing?" Shiro retorted.

"Well, maybe if you committed properly, you wouldn't be so bored?" Itsuki suggested.

"Maybe if you had better training exercises I would!" Shiro snapped back. "Seriously, meditation is nothing but taking a nap while sitting up."

It was at this point Itsuki opened his eyes and stared down at his young (unwilling) companion.

"Sharping one's mind is just as important as strengthening their body," he said. "Meditation is excellent for the first, and quite relaxing to boot."

"Really? Because half the time it seems like its only purpose is shoving sticks up our asses," Shiro complained. Itsuki gave him a disappointed look causing Shiro to feel guilty. "Sorry."

"I see your vulgarity is improving. Too bad the same can't be said for your technique," Itsuki said.

"I know. I'm trying," Shiro sheepishly defended. "It's just… I'm trying okay."

Itsuki shook his head. "That excuse will only work for so long before it becomes useless."

Shiro stared at the ground in shame. It wasn't as if he was being lazy. He just wasn't that good.

Itsuki gave him a sympathetic look. Shiro had been trying his hardest, but he was still only seven years old. There was a lot he didn't understand.

"Let's get to bed okay," Itsuki suggested. "Eris is on hold due to dealings with other villains, so we have a bit of time off."

"Until we don't," Shiro miserably pointed out.

There was a brief silence between them. It wasn't as if they could change their lifestyle, no matter how much they wanted to. Yami had made sure of that.

"Let's get to bed," Itsuki said. "We can continue tomorrow morning."

As soon as they had freshened up, two climbed into the double bed and slept till dawn.

It was a massive improvement to when they met first met.

Two years prior, Shiro (due to his experience with Yami and Kiwatari) was wary of Itsuki and refused to share a bed with him and opted to sleep on the couch instead. Itsuki, however, was against the idea so let Shiro stay in the bed while he slept on the couch, much to the latter's distrust.

For the first few weeks, Shiro refused to talk with him and tried to pretend he wasn't even there. Itsuki being the patient man he was decided to stay within Shiro's boundaries as a sign of respect.

However, others didn't follow.

During the moments he was at work, Yami had someone come and prepare Shiro for his future job. That, someone, turned out to be none other than Kiwatari who, much to Itsuki's utter disturbance, took delight in educating Shiro. He had never liked the man much before, but his actions and behaviour towards Shiro (who looked absolutely shattered when he came back) made Itsuki despise him. This worsened when Kiwatari started to refer to Shiro as Hikari as though he was some sort of replacement for the boy's mother. Itsuki was half tempted to kill him then and there, only stopping because Yami (who was an occasional educator) would kill him.

Not wanting Shiro to experience it because of his age, Itsuki made a… compromise with Yami that assured him Shiro would not have to partake in any sexual activities until he was in his teens. It was a low victory, but the best he could get.

Following this, Shiro concluded that Itsuki was not going to molest him and taking pity on him (in Shiro's words), the boy offered to share the bed with Itsuki saying it would be warmer for them both. Although it had been an awkward first night, the two eventually fell asleep and snuggled up next to each other as they would for years to come.

As a result, Shiro started to open up to Itsuki who in turn opened up to Shiro while also mentoring him on various things such as his quirk, reading, writing, fighting, and even cooking. Thus, becoming his Sensei.

In the short span of two years, Shiro had learned a lot from Itsuki, and about him.

Twenty-three years prior, Itsuki lived homeless after his parents abandoned him for, in his words, failing to live up to their expectations. With no way to support himself, he resorted to petty thievery to survive.

When it wasn't Winter, Itsuki would live out in areas with nature such as parks and forests where he could use his quirk freely. The man's quirk allowed him to control the grass. He could grow it (provided there was fertile soil), strengthen it, sharpen it like a blade, and freely manipulate it in whatever form or manner he desired. When he didn't steal, his quirk provided him with the means to survive. It was also the reason he loathed footwear because the nature of his quirk made going barefoot preferable.

One day, while sleeping in the park Itsuki was attacked by thugs and brought to Eris where he was forced into prostitution by Yami's predecessor and made take part in the cage matches. Although he struggled at first, he eventually started to work his way up the chain and managed to secure this small living space where he (thankfully) didn't have to do business.

It was not a perfect life, but it was one he had (mostly) accepted.

Shiro also learned quite a bit about his "Master" and the organisation he ran. Eris, christened after the Greek Goddess of Content, Strife, Discord, and Contention, was a villain organization that specialised in human trafficking, drug trade, and illegal quirk fights.

Human trafficking was how it got most of their slaves who were forced into prostitution along with other jobs. Drug trade mostly involved quirk focused drugs, however, they also sold classic drugs such as heroin and cocaine. The quirk fights brought in the most money because gambling was involved and it hosted important clients such as politicians, high-class citizens, and important public figures. There were some heroes in attendance to but mostly as bodyguards.

One might find that shocking but hey. How else could a shady group like them remain hidden?

Yami himself was the cold-blooded ruler of this faction who rose to power after the previous leader passed away. There was no evidence, but rumours had circulated saying Yami killed his predecessor, not that anyone was dumb enough to call him out on it. Ever since then, he governed Eris with an iron fist, controlling its profits, members, and territories.

He was a very disturbed man. He encouraged violence, murder, and rape against others (including children) and urged his members to take part saying they were free to do whatever they wanted to whoever they wanted. It was an ideology that his men (particularly Kiwatari) had sickeningly taken in stride. Most were just as bad (if only slightly less bad) than he was.

Shiro did not interact with them much (not that he wanted to) aside from a few training sessions when one or two of them thought it would be fun to spar. End result: he came out with scrapes and bruises and fortunately no broken bones. Itsuki always pointed out he could have come back even worse which Shiro agreed since it was clear these lunatics were restraining themselves.

Regarding his own training, Itsuki had taken to teaching Shiro the basics in martial arts before moving on to more intermediate lessons.

When it came to quirk training, Itsuki helped Shiro discover more about is own quirk and what it could do. Under his tutelage, Shiro realized he could shoot out the light from his body and mould it into whatever form he desired. Itsuki theorized that Shiro could do much more in relation to the properties of light (much to the latter's excitement) but it would take time to unlock them. However, Shiro didn't mind.

"Light Form!" Shiro announced suddenly.

"Huh!" Itsuki turned over.

"Light Form!" Shiro repeated enthusiastically. "That's what I'll call my quirk. You know because it's light and I can form it into what I want. Cool, right?"

"Eh, why not?" Itsuki shrugged. "I've heard worse names."

Present

Turning invisible again, Shiro jumped above All Might and coating his leg in light he axe kicked him in the face. However, All Might had braced himself, so he didn't crash to the ground. Taking advantage, he grabbed Shiro's leg mid-air and swung him around.

SMASH!

He brought Shiro down on the ground to his left.

SMASH!

He brought Shiro down on the ground to his right.

SMASH!

He brought Shiro down on the ground directly in front of him.

With each throw, Shiro was brought down on his back (and by a small extension, his head). He felt a little woozy but that was mostly from the spinning, not the impact. He had Rika and Shita to thank for that.

His villain outfit wasn't just for show and style (Shita's fault) but to support his quirk and protect him. The suit in question was quite durable with multiple hard hits and blades with resistance to various elements. It could also be used to channel his quirk into as all Shiro needed to do was supply a little light and his suits defences were strengthened.

While All Might had been smashing him around, he had been armouring his back and head to reduce the damage. Emphasis on reduce! He was still suffering damage just not as much as he normally would, or rather, not as much as he should. All Might wasn't the No.1 Hero for nothing!

Pulling him back into a hold around the waist, All Might performed a German Supplex.

SMASH!

The impact left Shiro reeling as he barely managed to protect his head. Blood started to flow from his head and nose. All Might wasn't finished.

Rolling backwards he hoisted Shiro up into the air and ran. Focusing all his power on his right arm, he punched Shiro (who diverted all his power to defence) square in the stomach which not only caused the man to vomit in pain but also sent him crashing into the wall and creating another big crater. Shiro hung from up there where All Might could see blood coming from his mouth.

'Maybe I overdid it a little!' he thought worriedly. 'Even still, I can't afford to hesitate. Too much is at stake.'

Just then several lights flashed on much to his confusion. Shiro knew what they were for though.

"Okay, what are you a wrestler now?" Shiro asked quizzically.

All Might rubbed the back of his head. Boy did that bring back some memories.

"I had a teacher in the US, and I took part in a few matches," he admitted sheepishly.

"Scripted I take it?" Shiro guessed.

All Might chuckled. "Not exactly. The matches were full-on legit, no faking at all." Then he realized what he was doing. "Wait, why am I telling you this? For that matter, how are you still conscious?"

Shiro rolled his eyes. "I asked, you responded. Also, Ass Might, I'm sixty years old. I've been in thousands of fights that involved me taking hard hits and building up endurance. My point being this is nothing new for me."

"Sixty?" All Might repeated. "Young Midoriya said you were in your fifties."

"I was fifty-nine when Deku met me," Shiro explained. "He didn't know my actual age. Although I suppose to be fair, I never told him… and he had a bunch of other traumatic shit to deal with it." All Might shot him a look. "Not all of which were caused by me."

"But still done by you," All Might chastised. "Let's not forget the whole kidnapping and trying to kill him."

"Okay, I confess to both counts," Shiro admitted before looking away. "Although, I really do need to apologize for the second… especially since he was apparently telling the truth about Graphene trying to kill him and the kids."

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"WHAT!? YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T INVESTIGATE BEFOREHAND!" All Might roared.

"In my defence, Graphene never went against my orders before, not even once," Shiro responded weakly.

"THAT'S HARDLY AN EXCUSE!" All Might yelled. "YOUT LITTLE DEATHMATCH SCARRED HIM FOR LIFE!"

"Oh, Deku was traumatised long before he came here," Shiro said. "Although, the near-death experiences, losing his freedom, and shit he saw at Tenome probably didn't help matters."

All Might stared at him for what felt like an eternity. He then face-palmed himself.

"For someone who's supposed to be a successful crime boss, you sure are an idiot," All Might deadpanned.

"I am not!" Shiro snapped. "I have… moments, but so does everyone else. Hell, even AFO could be a dumbass when it suited him."

All Might could not imagine that no matter how hard he tried.

"You know what Ass Might! Screw you! You're hardly one to be talking about idiotics with that stupid entrance you do," Shiro raged. "Not to mention."

"Okay, we're done here," All Might declared as he jumped forward.

Soaring through the sky, the hero intended to smash Shiro through the wall and knock him out for the rest of this ordeal. Unfortunately, Shiro had other plans.

Part of the reason the lights were active was to support him. Shiro could only manipulate his light and not from another source, however, he could still absorb it to either power or heal himself. Hence the reason for chatting up All Might just now. His wounds were slightly healed but he focused most of his efforts on boosting his power.

Bringing his hands together, Shiro concentrated the light into a single ball that looked like weaved threads. Then, pivoting off the wall he threw it straight at All Might.

All Might attempted to bat it away, but the ball exploded into a giant net that wrapped easily around him and tightened instantly.

"Luminous Web!"

All Might struggled and squirmed to break free, only to fail. Every time he tried to fight, the web fought back and tightened even further.

'Dammit! How strong is this?' he thought.

"Ha!" Shiro sneered. "Good luck getting out of that! Even Atrocity wasn't stupid enough to get caught in it!"

Shiro dived toward his prey. It would be foolish to waste this chance, especially when All Might couldn't defend. A trapped hero was a dead hero.

"Rapid Fire Light Orb!"

"Light Spears!"

Both attacks exploded across All Might hitting him everywhere including his weak spot. All Might grit his teeth and held back his scream. He then noticed Shiro flying just over him with his entire body spread out.

As during his battle with Katsuki, light emanated from Shiro that covered the sky of the room. As the light intensified All Might was forced to close his eyes.

"This is payback for earlier!" Shiro shouted. "Heaven's Judgement!"

At that moment, light rained down and consumed All Might completely. The latter of which could nothing but scream in pain (not that anybody could hear him).

Forty-eight years ago

Itsuki flipped Shiro onto his back causing the latter to release a cry of pain. Itsuki then rested his knee on Shiro's neck.

"You're dead," he announced.

"Ugh! Son of a bitch!" Shiro cursed. "I thought the doctor said you were going blind."

Itsuki frowned. "He did. I can still see enough to kick your ass."

Shiro growled at his mentor but didn't argue. He was the one who asked for this after all.

Since he only had a year left before Itsuki's deal with Yami ended, Shiro requested that they intensify the training so that he was strong enough when the time eventually came for it.

Shiro knew exactly what he was meant to be doing. When he wasn't participating in fights, he would be (as Yami put it) whoring himself out to various customers that came by, including Kiwatari. The mere thought of being touched by that man made him want to vomit but at the same time, he knew there was no fighting it. He had seen what happened to people when they didn't work like they were supposed to. Still, seeing humans including children younger than him subjected to… that was a nightmare in and of itself.

Shiro couldn't believe his mother had done this for a living, although Itsuki clearly stated that Madam Kaba's brothel was much nicer than this place. Shiro couldn't help but agree.

In particular, Kiwatari scared him in some ways more than Yami. The man had literally taken to calling him Hikari and tried to get near him every chance he got. One time he managed to break into Itsuki's apartment while Shiro was alone. Out of terror, he managed to accidentally turn invisible and hide. When the sicko realized his prey was not there he left, but Shiro refused to come out of hiding (or rather he didn't know how to become visible again) until Itsuki came back. Following this, Itsuki made sure to add a special lock to keep Kiwatari out.

All that aside, Shiro was grateful for Itsuki's presence in his life. He reminded him of his mother in some ways, who he continued to mourn. Shiro missed her deeply but had accepted she was gone from his life and would never be a part of it again. However, living with Itsuki made him wonder if this was what having a father was like (since he knew nothing about his).

"Hey, Sensei," Shiro called. "Do you think I'll ever be as good as you are someday?"

"At?" Itsuki asked.

"You know what?" Shiro snapped causing the older man to chuckle.

"I know. To be honest, I don't know," he said. "It depends on you really. You could be as strong as me someday then again you could not. You could be stronger even. Who knows?"

Shiro looked down at the ground. Ever since he first arrived at Eris his future had always been uncertain. And next year when he would start working it would be even more so.

"I don't know what the future holds. Could be you slamming my ass onto the ground," Shiro let out a small laugh. "Who knows? All I know is the here and now. And right now, I know you need more practice."

Shiro sighed as he stood up and got back into a stance. Maybe this time he could show Itsuki up.

Forty-seven years ago

The day Shiro had been dreading for years had finally arrived. The day when he was supposed to start working.

Early that morning a couple of guards came by on Yami's orders to bring him to one of the rooms where customers would visit. It was a small room with a bed and sink but that was all. Then again why would they need anything else? The room was for having sex, not conducting science experiments.

(WARNING! THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS VERY DARK, UNCOMFORTABLE AND MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE! YOU MAY SKIP IT IF YOU LIKE SINCE YOU CAN GUESS WHAT HAPPENS! BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Not two minutes after he had arrived, a familiar unpleasant face entered the room causing Shiro to glare.

"Hikari!" Kiwatari moaned, drool coming out of his mouth. "It's been too long!"

His face was blushing red. He wore an expression that contained a mixture of joy and lust. It made Shiro want to vomit.

"It's Shiro you dumbass," he harshly corrected. "My mom is dead, remember?"

"And who's fault is that I wonder," Kiwatari rolled his eyes.

It wasn't like he killed her. If Hikari and Shiro had just let him do what he wanted eight years ago, nothing bad would have happened.

"As if I need to answer," Shiro spat. He knew it was pointless to explain it to this asshole. "What do you want fuckbag?"

Kiwatari shot him an annoyed look.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked. "I'm a customer. Meaning."

"Fuck off you demented shitfaced pervert!" Shiro snapped. "After everything you put me through you are the last person in this godforsaken shithole that I would ever even consider."

Before he could finish, Shiro felt his entire body freeze. Even though it had been years, Shiro recognized the sensation of Kiwatari's paralysis. What he found confusing was that the man did not even touch him. Wasn't that how his quirk worked?

"I see that Nature Freak didn't do anything to correct your mouth. No matter let's get to work," Kiwatari said. "Oh, you're probably wondering why I can use my quirk without touching you. Well, like you, I've gone through some training of my own in the last few years. It makes me more useful to Yami you see."

That made a lot of sense to Shiro since he never understood why Kiwatari was kept around.

Wasting no time, Kiwatari strode across the room. Upon reaching Shiro, he pinned the teen down and climbed on top. He then gave a lustful smile to the youth as his face blushed.

"Hikari," Kiwatari breathed on Shiro. The sheer anticipation in his voice combined with his breath which reeked of alcohol sent shivers down Shiro's spine. "Ever since that day you rejected me, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I was so stressed and came to you to relieve it through pleasure. I thought I could depend on you, but you rejected me. That really hurt ya know." He brought his face down and kissed Shiro's cheek much to the boy's disgust which only intensified when Kiwatari started licking down his face and neck. "And now, you're not acting like yourself, not moving as you should." He brought his right hand up Shiro's t-shirt to feel his muscles, before moving downwards to touch the rest of his body. Shiro felt sick. There was something seriously wrong with this man. Had he always been this vile, or was he just imagining it? He tried to activate his quirk to no avail. "Don't worry. I'll help you remember." He flipped Shiro on his stomach and started to feel him up. "We can do it together. Just like old times. Staring with this." He grabbed Shiro's ass squeezed tightly. Shiro wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He couldn't even cry. "Now then my lovely, let's get started."

Following that, Shiro made a very dark promise to himself. One day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, he would kill Kiwatari himself and pay him back for everything he had done to him and his mother.

One day. And he swore he would take every sadistic pleasure (no matter how cruel) in how he did it.

Forty-five years ago

"Thanks for today," the customer said dropping the money on the table.

"No problem," Shiro replied.

That was the last one for the day meaning he could head home where Itsuki would be waiting.

"I'm home," Shiro announced.

"Welcome back," Itsuki greeted while meditating. "How was your day?"

"How do you think?" Shiro shot back.

Shiro didn't know why Itsuki asked these questions when he knew the answer. Maybe it was for some sense of normalcy in this hell hole. Or maybe it was to find out how terrible his day was.

Whatever the case, Shiro was more distracted with his Sensei's bandages. Over the last three years, Itsuki's eyesight had gotten even worse. His once green eyes had become clouded by a dark green hue. To compensate for this Itsuki started using his quirk to see, or rather, alert him to his surroundings. He also started relying on his other sense as well, but it was mostly the former.

Yami still sent him out to do his jobs, not much of a surprise really. That man would force an elderly person to work for him if it meant he could get a little extra coin.

It irritated Shiro to no end but there was nothing he could do about it. One thing that bothered him was the way Yami used every one. Shiro had met people in Eris with specific quirks and talents, but Yami never bothered deploying them to an area where they would be useful.

"Mind if I join you?" Shiro asked.

"Wanting to meditate with me? Who are you and what have you done with Shiro?" Itsuki said with mock surprise.

"Shut up!" Shiro snapped. "I just thought it'd be nice for a change. If you don't want me to I can."

"Shiro," Itsuki said softly. "I was joking. You should know by now I have a sense of humour."

"And a jackass attitude," Shiro added.

"Takes one to know one," Itsuki said eliciting a laugh from both of them. He patted the mattress next to him. "Come on."

And so, they meditated together in silence. Shiro had never said it, but he found the practice surprisingly relaxing and a great stress reliever.

Part of him wished they could always they could stay like this forever. But another part of him knew it could never happen.

Little did he know, things were to get much worse.

Present

Breathing heavily, All Might staggered to stand up. That last attack hurt. Not like the blows he had sustained previously, it full on hurt in ways only AFO had managed. During the move, he felt as though his body was on fire. And now he was sore all over.

"Son of a bitch! You're still standing!" Shiro exclaimed. He had been expecting All Might to pass out from that, but here he was proving him wrong. "Most people would be finished from that, but not you Mr Symbol of Peace. You took it all on in stride. Gotta hand it to you All Might. I'm impressed. I mean I knew you were strong, but I never knew you were this strong. Well done!"

All Might felt a little odd at the praise. It wasn't like AFO where everything was constant mockery and psychological warfare. It was genuine, like a child being praised for doing something by their parents or something along those lines.

"Um, thanks," he said uncertainly. "So are you."

He didn't know why he was saying this. Maybe just to return the courtesy, despite being a villain and all.

"Shiro! Would you fucking get on with it!" Rika's voice screeched in his ear. "Your suit can't take much more than this, and neither can you."

She wasn't wrong. Heaven's Judgement usually took quite a bit out of him. Hence, why Shiro reserved it for finishing off an opponent. He couldn't remember continuing to fight an opponent after using it.

"Your concern is much appreciated Rika, but unnecessary," Shiro replied nonchalantly.

"It's necessary and you know it," she snapped back. Shiro rolled his eyes. Contrary to how she acted in public, Rika was one of the few who could talk shit to him and get away with it. Granted, she had done a lot to earn the right. "By the way, the vultures have arrived. What do you want to do?"

Shiro smirked. "Change the setting. No point prolonging the inevitable."

The line went silent for a minute.

"You do realize that if you do this, there's no going back, ever," Rika explained slowly. "Everyone will know about you and Hades. Are you ready for that?"

"Not really," Shiro admitted with a small smile. And it was the truth. He was finally stepping out of the shadows for everyone to see. It was both an exhilarating and frightening experience. "However, going back was never an option for me. Not as a child, not as a teenager, and certainly not now. The only thing I can do is to keep moving forward. If that comes with consequences, then I'll gladly accept them." He then took a deep breath. "Change the setting Rika. If worse comes to pass, I still have that."

There was no answer on the other end.

All Might stared at the scene with confusion. The reason he had let Shiro chat away with his subordinate was so he could recover. Their drawn-out fight, coupled with his battle with Nikko, was starting to take a toll on his body.

Before he could question Shiro, the entire floor they were standing on started to shine brightly. All Might covered his eyes while Shiro smiled.

Outside

The helicopters flew all around Kanazawa looking for any sort of action. As soon as they had gotten word that a raid by the heroes and police was in effect they swung into action.

This combined with the recent kidnappings was the biggest event since the Nightmare of Kamino. However, they had yet to see any action making them wonder if they had been tipped off wrong.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

The reporters and the citizens were alerted to the shaking of the earth. At first, they thought it was just an earthquake, however, the reporters noticed something was happening on top of Mt Utatsu.

The very summit was opening up with a bright light coming out.

When the light cleared, the reporters noticed two figures standing there. One they recognized, and one they didn't.

Almost instantly, they started rolling the cameras. Soon after, every person in the nation was glued to their screens.

With Shiro and All Might

All Might looked around in awe. From where he was standing, he could see the city of Kanazawa. Looking down he noticed they were literally standing on a floor made of light with several pillars erected upward. The city of Hades was directly below them.

"H-H-How?" All Might stuttered.

"I'm not really sure myself," Shiro shrugged. "The technology involved is too complicated for me to understand. To be perfectly honest All Might, this is the first time I've ever used it. The people who developed it refer to it as Light Stage. Not the best name I know but with its capabilities, it can be overlooked."

His scientists had really outdone themselves, especially Rika. Out of all his finds, she was by far one of his best.

"By the way, because everyone is watching, I'll put on a show that they'll never forget," Shiro said.

Suddenly, his entire body began to shine as light swirled around him. Closing his eyes, Shiro breathed in and out slowly as he did during meditation and concentrated. The light that circulated around his body began to morph into a distinct form.

A suit of white armour.

On his arms, were gauntlets with spikes on the side. On his legs were greaves but no sabatons. The most distinctive part was the helmet with three spikes coming out from the top with his visible through the visor. The rest of the armour appeared normal, but some parts were smaller than they should be, making it appear tighter. The most striking feature of the armour, in general, was the way light radiated off everything, fluctuating between different colour patterns.

(AN: I imagined it as something similar to Grand Chariot from Akame Ga Kill or Sauron's armour)

"Light Form: Aurora Armour!" Shiro said softly. "Now then. Where were we?"

Forty-four years ago

Shiro slowly sat up. His head was very sore. He felt like he could pass out again at any given second.

"Aah," a familiar voice chimed. "You're awake. Good."

"Ya-Master," Shiro croaked. "What?"

SLAP!

Shiro's head whipped back from the sudden strike from Yami. Before he could fall back the crime lord grabbed him by the mouth and glared.

"All these years and you still can't understand your place," he threw Shiro to the ground. "What am I going to do with you?"

Shiro glanced at him confused. What had he done wrong? He thought back on what he had been doing before. He had been in a match (not a death one) which he barely won. There had been some outside interference hindering him, but Shiro managed to fight it off. After he left, he was… here. And he didn't know why.

"Aren't you going to punish him?" another familiar voice asked.

Shiro looked around and noticed they weren't alone. Men who worked closely with Yami, including Kiwatari (much to his fury), were all present. In short, men who were just like him.

"Yeah, what are you waiting for?" Kiwatari asked enthusiastically.

"Patience boys," another member said smoothly. "You'll get your turn."

Punish him? Their turn? What were they talking about?

"Punishment for what?" Shiro asked confused.

Several men smirked deviously at him.

"I'm so happy you asked," Yami said smugly. "Punishment for your crime of assault on various members."

Shiro stared at him incredulously. When had he ever?

"Wait, are you talking about during my last fight?" Yami nodded in confirmation. "But… they were interfering, trying to make sure I lost. Was I supposed to just let them?"

"Absolutely!" Yami assured much to Shiro's disbelief. "Cheating isn't unheard of in my fights. Frankly, I encourage that sort of behaviour since it makes things much more interesting. Cheating is common in everyday life be it in school, a job, or a competition. The fights are no different." Shiro couldn't believe his ears. "What I don't encourage is slaves fighting back against their Masters. You broke the rules, Shiro. And now you'll pay for it."

Shiro was furious at how unfair the situation was. He did nothing wrong. Why was he being punished for it?

"Wai-," Shiro was cut off by Kiwatari's quirk before he could finish.

(WARNING! THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE VERY DARK, UNCOMFORTABLE AND MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE! YOU MAY SKIP IT IF YOU LIKE SINCE YOU CAN GUESS WHAT HAPPENS! BUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

Once the paralysis had taken effect, Yami swiftly kicked Shiro across the face sending him sprawling onto the ground.

"Boys, you know what to do," Yami used his quirk to undress Shiro.

"Finally," Kiwatari exclaimed.

"You going first boss?" one asked.

"Of course," Yami said. "And remember, be rough. But not enough to kill him. I want him to learn his lesson, so he won't do it again. Aw, what the hell! I may end up doing it anyway. Just a bit of fun, don't you think?"

There were murmurs of agreement amongst the men as they started to strip down until they were completely naked. Slowly, they surrounded Shiro, and one held him up by the arms.

SLAP!

Yami struck Shiro across the face much harder than before leaving a large red mark across his face.

"Do you remember this Shiro? Do you know what this means? This is what happens when you go against me," Yami ranted. "When we're finished here today, I want you to remember this moment. I want you to remember that I can do it to you whenever I want and there's not a thing you can do to stop me. Why? Because I own you! And that's a fact!"

Inside, Shiro was crying. Suddenly, he wasn't a teenager, he was a five-year-old crying out for his mother, only now it included Itsuki. It was worse than when he arrived because this time, he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. These men, their disgusting scents, and wounds, they would be with him forever.

"Now, let's begin," Yami breathed on his face.

Later

Shiro trudged slowly back to the apartment. As he did, his entire ached.

Blood trickled down his forehead complemented by blood from his lips after being punched several times. His body was covered in scars and bruises. And at his back, he suffered a case of rectal bleeding.

In short, he had the appearance of someone who had just been through hell, which he had.

Worst of all was the smell. Shiro still had their scents on him after they… he needed to get home and wash. Otherwise, he would be sick.

His clothes had been taken forcing him to trudge back completely naked while various onlookers stared at him with horrified expressions.

Shiro paid them no attention. He was too shocked to even care.

After they… when they… their turns… beating him and r… Yami told him to go home and freshen up. Otherwise, he wouldn't attract any customers.

Shiro didn't care.

He couldn't bring himself to care.

Not after… that.

He hated them, all of them.

He hated Kiwatari for killing his mother and ruining his life.

He hated Yami for making his entire existence a complete and utter hell.

He wished they were dead.

But most of all, he wished he was dead.

This life, this misery, this hell, if that was all he could live then it wasn't worth being alive.

He wasn't worth being alive.

Later

He finally managed to make it home. As he reached up to knock, Shiro was conscious enough to see it was already open.

Shiro stared at the door with immense confusion. Why was it left wide open? Did Itsuki forget to lock it? No, that couldn't have been right. Itsuki would never leave it like this.

Dread slowly crept over Shiro as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

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Shiro could see blood all over the wrecked apartment.

Wait! It was wrecked! Why was it wrecked? Who would?

Shiro's attention was drawn to the centre of the room, or more specifically, who was there.

"S-S-S-S-S-S-Senn-n-nnn-nssee-e-ee-iii!" Shiro barely managed to choke out. "I-I-I-Itsuk-k-k-k-ki! D-D-D-D-D-D-Dad!"

Lying at the centre of the room in a pool of blood was his teacher, friend, and father figure Itsuki with multiple stab wounds.

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Shiro was not entirely sure of how long he had been standing there but knew it was long enough for someone to come in at the sound of his screaming.

Screaming!

He had been screaming! How long had he been screaming? He couldn't even hear his voice. Nor could he feel the immense pain of the volume he was putting himself through.

But he screamed!

And screamed!

And screamed!

Present

In his armoured state, Shiro dashed towards All Might and unleashed an onslaught of punches and kicks that started to slowly push him back. All Might tried to defend but Shiro wasn't giving him an inch.

While it was apparent All Might outclassed Shiro in terms of physical strength, Shiro outclassed All Might in terms of fighting prowess. The man had spent a lot more time with his life on the line and studied more fighting styles.

Leaping up, Shiro got his knees around All Might's neck and flipped forward. The No. 1 hero was brought down on his head, and when he tried to get back up, he was blasted away by a beam of light.

All Might charged forward and unleashed a Detroit Smash, but Shiro grabbed his arm and using his momentum against him threw All Might flat on his back, sending out a small shockwave.

In retaliation, All Might grabbed hold of Shiro's already clinging arm and started spinning before releasing the older man.

"Oklahoma Smash!"

Shiro was sent to the far end of the summit past the pillars… or he would have if hadn't crashed against an invisible wall. All Might looked on in surprise as the invisible wall began to shimmer as did the pillars surrounding them.

"A forcefield?" he muttered. "Why?"

Shiro stood up looking as though being thrown against a wall did nothing.

"How many bad guys have you sent flying exactly?" he asked. "The forcefield prevents stuff like that from happening along with outside interference."

It also boosted Shiro's abilities by lessening the strain of his quirk and complexity involved in his attacks, but All Might didn't need to know that. Typically, he only reserved the Light Stage for serious threats that came to his home, like now.

"Point taken," All Might admitted before gearing up for another attack.

Moving at the speed of light, Shiro was behind All Might in an instant. He brought his gauntlets up and down hard on the hero's back who double elbowed him in response. All Might did a right backfist only for Shiro to move back slightly and dodge. He launched a kick; however, All Might surprised him by spinning and launching a kick of his own. Their legs collided mid-air creating a gale-force wind.

The end result was All Might's kick breaking through and Shiro being sent spinning through the air.

Not wanting to waste this chance, All Might rushed ahead and delivered a familiar double uppercut.

"Alabama Smash!"

Shiro choked on his own blood as soared up into the sky close to where the helicopters were. They couldn't enter but they were still close.

All Might put all his power into his legs and jumped getting just ahead of Shiro.

'Shit! He's fast!' Shiro thought.

Using OFA to propel himself off the forcefield All Might aimed straight down for Shiro. Putting both his arms forward he collided directly with Shiro.

"Empire State Smash!"

The pair shot straight downwards until they met the ground.

BOOM!

The impact resulted in a miniature earthquake that could be felt throughout the city. Items fell from shelves in homes and shops. Several citizens tripped from the shockwave. The news reporters in the air were struggling to come up with words for what happened.

Meanwhile with the combatants.

All Might shakily stood up. It had been a while since he had done that move. Most of his opponents nowadays were on the ground and beaten in one punch.

He shot a quick glance to his enemy who, much to his surprise, was getting up. Shiro's helmet had disappeared, exposing his bloodied head. Blood went down the side of his forehead however, most blood was spewing out of his mouth as he struggled to stand. His right ear was bleeding as well.

All in all, Shiro looked like a complete mess.

"How are you still moving after that?" All Might asked without thinking. "Scratch that! How are you still conscious?"

Shiro coughed several times with each one bringing up more blood.

"Believe me I'm surprised myself," he croaked as he finally stood up straight. "If we were fighting anywhere else, I might be. But right now, I can survive anything you throw at me."

"Why?" Shiro tilted his head in confusion. "Why can't you just give up? Surely you can see you have no hope of winning."

That only served to make Shiro laugh.

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted grinning. "Why fight for a bunch of strangers? You've got students here sure but everyone else you've got no connection to them whatsoever."

"It's a hero's job to save people," All Might answered honestly. "I doubt you would understand."

"Oh, I understand it just fine," Shiro replied. "But what about those who don't want to be saved." All Might frowned in confusion. "Hades has many members All Might, many slaves, who were cast out by society and deemed a lost cause. Those forsaken because of their appearance or, and I quote, "villainous quirk", quirkless who were judged worthless before being given a chance, those who were disgraced, petty criminals who can no longer return due to their actions, and the children of villains who are persecuted for their parent's sins. Many who were thrown away and forgotten have long given up on being saved. They've accepted they won't be saved, that they don't deserve it, and so they don't want to. Catch my drift!?"

All Might didn't say anything. As a hero, he knew he couldn't save everyone, he was only human after all. But how could anyone think they didn't deserve to be saved? How could they not want it?

"I didn't need saving; I didn't even want it. I was happy where I was."

"It doesn't matter what you think now. What, you're trying to say, I needed to hear that before I tried to kill myself."

Izuku's words rang in his ears. He truly believed himself beyond that point, so it was possible for others to be the same. Why though? Why did it have to be that way?

"Despite what you and those people may believe, everyone deserves saving Shiro," he said softly. "No matter who they are."

The silence etched on for a couple of seconds, then Shiro let out a small chuckle (laughing hard would cause him to choke on his own blood).

"You are unbearably naïve you know that? You have got to be one of the few people I know who believes that? Even still, with that attitude, I can see why Shimura chose you," Shiro said.

All Might's eyes widened. "You knew my Master!"

"We met a long time ago," Shiro explained. "And we sort of teamed up."

All Might stared at him in disbelief. There was no way Nana would ever work with a criminal like him.

"Long story short, we had a common enemy and a common goal. Working together was more convenient than fighting. Afterwards, we parted ways," Shiro finished. "I'll admit, she was quite something. It's a shame AFO killed her."

Nana Shimura had to have been one of the few heroes (and people) he genuinely liked back then. Her personality, not to mention her fighting style, made Shiro wish there were more like her.

All Might couldn't detect any malice or deception in his voice, only respect.

"Enough about the past," Shiro announced. "I'd say it's time we wrapped this one up, don't you All Might?"

All Might's gaze hardened.

Shiro was right. Why were they even talking, to begin with? He had a mission and a target. And that's all that mattered.

However, realizing a normal smash wouldn't put Shiro out of commission All Might knew he needed to go with that one.

Gathering all his strength and power in his right arm, All Might charged forward. Shiro let out a smile and held his arms out leaving him wide open.

All Might wasn't sure if Shiro was doing this as a form of surrender or admission of defeat but either way, the attack had to succeed. For everyone who was held hostage here, and those that had died, this punch would free them.

"United States of Smash!"

Forty-four years ago

"Hey! Have you guys found him yet?" the man asked on the phone. "Mr Himitsu is starting to get pissed. It's only a matter of time before he starts taking it out on us." There was a quick response that only made him more agitated. "What do you mean none of the others are responding? Where are they?" Another response made him angrier. "Well, find them and tell them to get their asses in gear and find him! Otherwise, Mr Himitsu will have our heads!"

As he hung up, the man sighed.

"Could this day get any worse?" he wondered.

SLASH!

The man felt something go by his neck but couldn't see anything. He did feel something down his throat and… wait a minute, that was blood. Why was there blood? Then he realized he wasn't breathing. No, that wasn't accurate. He couldn't breathe. He started to panic because he didn't understand what was happening, why it was happening.

There was a kick to his groin that brought him to his knees. Then he felt something sharp pierce his neck and…

…he was dead.

"Have your heads huh?" Shiro mused. "Sorry, but Yami will have to get in line."

Shiro gazed at his work with an emotionless expression. This was his fifth kill and the fourth of Yami's men. Earlier he snuck in here with his invisibility and waited for his target. After listening to him ramble, he slit his throat and later put a sword of light through his neck killing him instantly.

"Only a couple more to go," he said as he turned to leave.

Following Itsuki's murder, a small investigation had been conducted only to end up with a dead end. Yami didn't seem to care much then again why would he?

To add insult to injury he forced Shiro to come into work the following day saying one dead person shouldn't deter things. He did offer to supply some cleaning materials to get the bloodstains out. Shiro could honestly say that he had never wanted to hit him as much as he did at that moment as he had his entire life. He wanted to do much more than that actually but had enough sense not to act on it.

Earlier today, he played host to a vile customer (a regular) who shouted all sorts of profanity. Normally, Shiro would put up with it. However, the customer started spewing crap about Itsuki, causing Shiro to use his quirk and kill him.

The commotion alerted a guard leading Shiro to believe this was the end. He didn't care. With Itsuki dead, there was no reason to continue on with his life.

Or so he thought.

The guard who entered was one Shiro recognized as he had helped Itsuki with a few tasks from time to time. Instead of taking him to Yami, he took Shiro back to his apartment and handed him a letter from Itsuki.

The contents of it were… let's just say they convinced Shiro to change his mind and push him towards his current task.

Following this, the guard provided him with information on his targets and where they lived. And one by one Shiro killed them off.

He was saving Yami and Kiwatari (who went outside for some reason) for last.

Shiro's murder of the client sparked a wide manhunt for him. However, Shiro managed to remain hidden thanks to his invisibility. It was one of the skills Itsuki had encouraged him to hide especially after he perfected it. Now he could move about without being blinded.

One… by... one.

He found them.

And he killed them.

It had been so easy Shiro nearly laughed.

Yami's men may have been strong, but they were so confident in the safety of their base that they never considered the possibility of someone (least of all another slave) moving through their base and eliminating them. It just went to show how complacent they had gotten. Although in their defence, Eris had never been raided before, and Shiro was using the element of surprise.

As Shiro finished off the last one, he took a moment to eat and rest. He doubted Yami would go down so easy. He needed to save his strength.

Later

Yami was furious. Not the typical things weren't going his way (which they weren't) furious, but the over-the-top rage he would kill the first person he saw (and possibly everyone) furious.

For starters, Itsuki was dead. He didn't know how and why (not that he really cared) but that meant he had lost one source of income/entertainment.

Next, Shiro had gone MIA after killing a valuable customer. He got that the teenager was sort of upset over Itsuki, but it was just one roommate, he'd get a new one (provided he was allowed to continue living there). Yesterday clearly wasn't enough of a lesson for him. That would soon be rectified though.

Third, none of his men had been able to find Shiro after he disappeared. It was one teenager in an area with few hiding places they should have been well familiar with. How hard could it be? And to top it all off, they had the audacity to refuse his calls for information. It seemed Shiro would not be the only one undergoing punishment today.

Yami was so distracted by his thoughts that he hadn't heard the door to his office open. However, he did hear it close.

"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Tell me you idiots have found him." When he received no response, he became irritated and turned around. "Answer me you piece of." He saw no one there. "What the fuck!"

He got out of his chair to inspect. He couldn't hear or see anyone. Had he imagined it? No, he definitely heard the door closing. Maybe one of his idiots came in thinking he was out to leave a report and closed it shut when they realized he was there. He wouldn't put it past them.

Taking a peek outside, Yami noticed the hall was empty. Even stranger was the silence. He couldn't hear anyone running away.

"I'm just stressed," he decided as turned back in. "One fuck up after another and it's driving me insane. Guess that's another thing I need to punish Shiro for."

Then in an instant, Yami saw a glimmer of something close to him and stepped back while simultaneously sending his quirk out. There was a loud crash at the end of the wall as something invisible struggled against his darkness.

Touching his neck, it took Yami a moment to realize he had avoided having his throat slit. Glaring at the invisible enemy he increased the power causing the entire wall to be consumed by shadows.

"Alright. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you just made the biggest mistake of your life," Yami growled. Then he noticed light shining from within his dark prison, glowing more intensely by the second. "What in the?"

A beam of light pierced through the shadows and headed straight for him. Yami barely put up a shield around his body before the light hit him and blasted him through the wall into the hallways.

"Aargh!" Yami cried out as he landed outside.

The wall to his office had been destroyed leaving only debris behind. The darkness he had been controlling disappeared also.

Before he could summon it again, Yami was met with a hard knee to the skull that sent him falling backwards. In retaliation, he unleashed several shadow knives only for them to meet the air. Yami was then struck by something hard across his back which sent him rolling forward. Before he could get back up, two sharp objects pierced the back of his shoulders causing him to cry out in pain.

In an act of desperation, a large quantity of darkness swarmed around him like a hurricane and then released it everywhere and hit everything in its path.

There was a crash against the wall accompanied by a grunt. And for the first time, Yami glimpsed his assailant slumped down on the ground.

"Shiro?" he exclaimed shocked. "But, how?"

He was confused as to how Shiro was invisible since he hadn't been able to do that before. However, that confusion quickly turned to anger.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snarled.

"Killing you!" Shiro deadpanned with an angry glare. "Was that not obvious you one-eyed scumbag?"

There was a brief silence between them until Yami burst out laughing.

"You… kill… me," he choked out. "Oh, that's funny! Have you forgotten how many times I've left you bleeding on the ground?"

"I'm not holding back this time," Shiro replied harshly. "I'm not a child you can kick around just because you feel like it anymore."

"Yes, you are," Yami said dismissively. "Always have, always will be. And once the others arrive, oh boy, the things we're going to do to you will make yesterday look like."

"They're dead," Shiro interrupted, much to Yami's confusion. "I killed them all not long before coming here, so they won't be helping you."

"What?" Yami exclaimed.

That couldn't be right. There was simply no way a boy like Shiro could kill his best men all by himself.

"Honestly, I thought it'd be much harder," Shiro admitted. "Although, they had no idea I could turn invisible so that probably helped. Glad Itsuki told me to keep that one hidden. I haven't killed Kiwatari yet, but I will after I'm done with you."

Yami scoffed. He didn't know whether or not Shiro was telling the truth but that last part reeked of arrogance.

"You won't even," Yami started.

He was cut off by Shiro unleashing a whip of light that wrapped tightly around his body. Using all his strength, Shiro threw Yami into the opposite wall. He then yanked his dazed opponent towards him. Crafting a sword of light Shiro thrust it forward to pierce the monster's heart.

Unfortunately, Yami was not that easy to kill.

Summoning his power, darkness erupted from his body and destroyed Shiro's whip. He quickly stepped to the side to avoid the sword and brought his foot up to side-kick Shiro in the jaw. He put a little extra power into it by applying some darkness. Shiro fell to the ground, and Yami kicked with a wave of darkness that sent Shiro crashing against the wall.

It did little to deter Shiro who was on his feet again. Holding out both his hands Shiro fired off a concentrated beam of light. Yami did the same with his darkness.

Light and darkness collided mid-air, with both men appearing to be evenly matched.

'This can't be right! He's matching me!' Yami thought worriedly. 'How is this possible?'

'He doesn't get to win,' Shiro decided. 'I won't let him.'

Shiro's anger began to increase his power. And very slowly, light began to overpower the darkness, causing Yami's eyes to widen in horror.

BOOM!

Shiro's move finally connected with Yami sent him flying several meters back.

"How?" Yami said. "How are you so strong?"

"Intense training, fighting for my life, and meditation!" Shiro said with a firm resolve.

Yami stared at him.

And stared.

And stared.

"What?" he asked completely dumbfounded.

"It's good for sharpening the mind!" Shiro defended.

Yami continued to stare at him.

'I probably could have phased that all better. Maybe get rid of the "meditation" part,' Shiro realized. "You know it doesn't matter. Because I'm still going to kill you!"

"Why though?" Yami cried sounding genuinely upset. "After everything I've done for you, giving you a place to live, a job, the chance to grow stronger, why would you do this to me?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

Shiro stared at him, unable to speak, for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were wide, and his mouth held open as his face twisted into something that could only be described as completely and utterly disturbing.

Just how delusional was Yami? Clearly enough to believe his own words, but not enough for Shiro to believe him.

"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me?" Shiro stammered. "Your sicko killed my mother, you kidnapped me and molested me before turning me into a prostitute, you and your demented followers beat the shit out of me every chance you got, forced me to fight for my life in deathmatches, gang-raped me for the stupidest fucking excuse, made me walk home naked and bleeding, and then you tried to force to work the next day right after my best friend had been murdered, something you didn't even properly investigate." Shiro took a deep breath and glared harshly at the monster who ruined his life. "I will say this once. I hate you and everyone like you. The only thing you have ever done for me is give me pain, and lots of it. The same with everyone else who's ever crossed your path. And now, I'm going return the favour in full force."

Shiro waited a few seconds before striking again. He wanted to give Yami the chance to digest his words and let the message sink in.

Before he could act, however, Shiro was grabbed from behind by shadows that held him down.

"Return the favour full force, huh?" Yami mused. "I like that idea. Unfortunately, I'll be the one performing it you little shit." Shiro struggled against the confines of darkness to no avail. "Look familiar Shiro? It should. Our first time together was like this, along with many others." Shiro struggled much harder than he did before, violently trying to unleash his quirk. "Don't bother. You're trapped, with no one coming to save you. You know it's funny really. Before I took you, there was someone who tried to claim custody of you. Some cat lady."

Shiro's eyes widened. It had been years since he had thought about her, but he had never forgotten.

'Neko!'

"I refused, of course. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. So, being me, I forced my quirk down her throat and killed her slowly from within. I was lucky she didn't explode because I had just gotten a new outfit and let me tell you, removing blood from clothes is a colossal pain in the ass," Yami finished.

Shiro felt a myriad of things at that moment. Sorrow and grief for Neko, a friend who had been there for him at birth and tried to adopt him, and an even stronger hatred for the man who murdered her. in that moment, his desire to kill Yami amplified.

"I think we've been talking long enough, don't you?" Yami sneered as his quirk entered Shiro's mouth. "Goodbye, Shiro!"

Darkness consumed Shiro entirely. Yami's shadows forced their way down his throat damaging his insides. The process was slow, but also excruciatingly painful, as intended.

Shiro couldn't move. He couldn't cry nor scream. The only thing he could do was lie and wait.

'So, this is how it ends, ravaged inside out by that monster,' Shiro thought ruefully. 'Oh, well. At least I fought back in the end. Better to die free than be ruined day in day out.'

Suddenly, images of the people Shiro had known came flooding back. memories of his sweet mother looking after him and loving him. Memories of Neko playing with him as a child. Memories of Itsuki training him, nurturing him, meditating with him, basically being a father to him. They all came flooding back.

He knew what they would want, and what they would say.

Which was why… which was why he couldn't let their sacrifices be in vain.

'NO!'

'I WON'T DIE!'

'NOT BECAUSE HE WANTS ME TO! OR ANYONE ELSE!

'NEVER! NEVER AGAIN!'

'I WANT TO LIVE!'

'FOR THEIR SAKE! BUT ALSO, MY OWN!'

'AND FOR ANYONE WHO TRIES TO SAY OTHERWISE, TO HELL WITH THEM!'

'FROM THIS ONWARD, THIS IS MY LIFE!'

'I SWEAR IT!'

Pushing his very soul to the limit, Shiro willed every single ounce of power he had inside.

Yami was waiting patiently for his prey to succumb.

"Not much longer now," he murmured gleefully.

Just then, he noticed a glimmer of light from his shadow prison. The light was dim, but it was there.

And then…

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.

.

.

.

…it exploded.

Present

All Might's ultimate move collided directly with Shiro who remained smiling throughout the entire event.

The result was a powerful explosion where strong winds and rays of light gusted all over the area. When the dust settled, Shiro was nowhere to be found.

'What?' All Might thought confused. 'Where?'

"Oh, All Might," a distorted voice of Shiro called. "Look up."

Doing that, All Might looked and saw multiple bright lights in the sky. However, after giving them a closer inspection he saw they were…

Forty-four years ago

…Shiro's. The lights were carbon copies of Shiro levitating in the air.

There was at least twenty of them that were just… there, observing the scene with surprise.

The real Shiro, gasping for air, shakily stood up. He stared at his clones in shock, who stared at back.

"What the fuck!" Yami exclaimed equally shocked. "What is this?"

Hearing his voice, the clones turned to him with angry expressions, causing Yami to flinch.

"Um, are you all real?" Shiro asked without thinking.

"Depends on what your definition of real is," one answered.

Another fired a light beam into the wall damaging it.

"We're physical and we can touch."

"We feel what you feel."

"And want what you want."

"However, given that you are the source, the original, we will do what you ask."

"Because if you die, so do we."

"So, what would you like us to do?"

While Shiro was (understandably) baffled by the information he had received, not to mention confused by what he had done, he didn't need to think hard about their question.

"Can you hold him down?" he asked pointing at Yami. "I want to do to him what he tried to do with me… us I mean us."

The clones nodded and turned their attention to Yami who was backing away nervously. Before he could react, the clones simultaneously released light whips that ensnared Yami. Before long, they had him down in the position he had trapped Shiro in so many times. And just like Shiro, he started squirming to escape.

Seeing that his tormentor was at his mercy, Shiro strode forward with a dark smile on his face. A small light blade came up from his fingertips.

"W-Wait, Shiro please," Yami begged as sweat built upon his face. "Please don't. You're not like me. You're better than this. Itsuki and your mother wouldn't want you to."

The excuses poured out of him like a waterfall. However, they only served to make Shiro angrier as he quickened his pace.

Pulling his arm back, he thrust it forward into Yami's eye and pushed slowly. His light was hotter than normal, thereby intensifying the pain.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yami's scream resonated throughout Eris.

It was music to Shiro's ears. Eleven years he had put up with this man and his horrors. Now was the day of recompense.

He moved his right hand over Yami's mouth.

"SHIRO PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I'M SORRY! PLEASE JUST DON'T! DON'T KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE SPARE ME I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING!" Yami pleaded with bloody tears.

His pleas fell on deaf ears.

"How bout you go hell!" Shiro said cruelly. "Because that's exactly where I'm sending you! Goodbye Yami!"

Shiro released light down Yami's throat and throughout his entire body. Yami couldn't even scream as Shiro's attack moved slowly as it tore its way through his body. The heat applied made the move all the more devastating as it slowly tortured the evil leader of Eris until finally… his life came to a merciful end.

As the clones disappeared, Shiro stared down at the ruined corpse in front of him and exhaled.

He had done it.

Present

The thirty-five clones (or holograms as they were commonly known) simultaneously fired multiple beams of light at All Might who was unable to deflect them all. One strike led to another, then another, and then another until All Might was overwhelmed with attacks from multiple sides.

To one side, the real Shiro just stood and watched with a smile. Following his battle with Yami when his quirk underwent an awakening, it took him several years to perfect this trick. After speaking with a scientist who specialized in areas pertaining to light, Shiro discovered what he had done was create 3D holograms of himself. By focusing light beams, he could create physical copies of himself (and other things). These beings could use his quirk and had a will of their own, however, they weren't as powerful as he was but could still pack a wallop.

It took him years to master this skill and even now it was his most difficult. Light Stage helped by making the holograms stronger and more durable.

All Might struggled to fight back. The attacks were literally coming from everywhere.

Without warning, fifteen of the holograms ensnared him with light whips and held him in place while the others formed a circle.

"I think it's time we wrapped things up don't you Toshinori," Shiro addressed. "I know heroes always have something to protect, but that doesn't just apply to you. A mother protecting her child. A teacher defending their student. A villain looking after their group. Everyone always has something they need to protect. I was born in hell, and I raised this group and city up from nothing. I need to protect Hades because otherwise, everything I did was all for nought." He then joined hands with his holograms in the circle. "But enough about me! Time for the grand finale!"

The Shiro's started to glow brighter and brighter while All Might remained restrained.

Then, without warning, a massive laser fired into the sky!

"Ultimate Move: Tower of Light!"

All Might couldn't move.

He couldn't scream.

He couldn't even think.

The only thing he could do… was feel pain.

Immense pain.

(WARNING: THIS SCENE IS VERY VIOLENT!)

Forty-four years ago

Kiwatari walked through Eris to Yami's office. He hadn't been present yesterday when they launched a manhunt for Hikari. Why that boy couldn't just behave himself he didn't know? Still, he looked forward to the punishment and how he would take part.

Because he brought Eris a lot of income through his connections, he was given a bit more leeway than the other members. Most of them disliked him for this but he could care less, as did Yami. As long as he got to have a good time while providing what he could, it was a win-win situation for them.

The man hadn't even batted an eyelash when he killed Itsuki, the man who had stood between him and Hikari. That man had irritated him for so long that when he tried to argue against the punishment, Kiwatari had had enough and killed him with his quirk and a knife. It had been so easy.

As he walked through Eris, he noticed how quiet it was. No guards, no employees (slaves), no customers.

It was like a ghost town.

Feeling uneasy, he started running towards Yami's office. When he arrived, he saw the wreckage and the bloodstains causing him to panic.

The area wasn't safe, meaning he needed to get out.

The moment he turned, something sharp stabbed him in the crotch. A bright knife that dug in deep before disappearing.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kiwatari screamed as he fell to the ground clutching his damaged jewels. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!"

"You won't be doing much of that anymore I'm afraid," a familiar voice sneered. "Hope you don't mind me going for the first. You were also so proud of them, weren't you?"

Shiro, coated in a blanket of light, walked slowly towards his most desired prey.

Castration wasn't something he liked, but for Kiwatari, he would make an exception.

"H-H-Hikari," Kiwatari wailed.

Calling Shiro by his mother's name earned him another knife, this time in his right knee.

Kiwatari screamed in agony as he tried to scramble away.

"It's Shiro you son of a bitch," the teen reprimanded harshly. "Hikari is dead. You killed her. And now I'm going to kill you."

Kiwatari glared hatefully at the boy.

"That was your fault, and hers. If she had just," he tried to defend.

Shiro cut him off by blasting his other knee with light. The attack was so strong it cut Kiwatari's leg off, causing him to scream even more.

"It was your fault!" Shiro stated icily. "You barged into out home on her day when she wasn't supposed to be doing anything, even though she promised you the following day, and used your quirk on us, beat me, attempted to force yourself on her, and when she still refused you killed her and tried to blame me. It doesn't matter of it was a service, no means no. And since you're too pathetic to ever take responsibility for your own actions, I'll do it myself."

Kiwatari tried to defend himself, but Shiro pierced both his hands causing him to scream again. As the boy neared, Kiwatari attempted to use his quirk, but much to his surprise, it wasn't working.

"Don't bother," Shiro said coldly. "I figured out how your quirk works. It's through air particles, right?" Kiwatari shuddered in terror. "Well, this little coat of mine acts as a barrier to block it out."

"Y-Y-Y-Yami will kill you for hurting me," Kiwatari stuttered. "I'm valuable so."

"Yami is dead! I killed him and every other bastard who shares his tastes," Kiwatari's eyes widened. "And now it's your turn."

Shiro sliced off Kiwatari's hands and other leg, rendering him immobile. He then started slowly cutting other parts of him off, trying to prolong his pain as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Kiwatari could nothing but scream. Realizing he would be dead soon, he stupidly tried reasoning with Shiro.

"WAIT! SHIRO PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I KILLED YOUR MOM! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO HAPPEN!" he desperately pleaded. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

Shiro momentarily halted his mutilation.

"Ah, at long last he admits it," Shiro said coolly. "A bit late I'm afraid. You see Kiwatari, you didn't just murder her. For years, you raped me again and again, and yes it was rape because I did not want to do any of it, and to top it all off you murdered Itsuki." Kiwatari's eyes widened. "That's right I know. One of the guards told me." Shiro then leaned in close so that their faces were almost touching. "So, let me it clear. It doesn't matter how much you apologize. Nothing will ever make up for what you did, ever. I'm sending you to hell where you belong and that's final."

It was at this point Kiwatari began to cry.

"I just wanted to relieve some stress in my life that's all," he sobbed.

"Well, I hope it was worth it. Goodbye Kiwatari," Shiro said softly as he extended his hands.

Light shone out, and Kiwatari screamed.

The screams lasted for several minutes and then… it was over.

Later

Shiro walked among the tunnels slowly. The guard had given him directions, so he knew where he was going.

With he had a bag with some money, clothes, food, and Itsuki's letter. They were all he needed.

Shiro had a feeling he would be back underground at some point, but for the moment he wanted to experience the world, or at the very least glimpse it.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel and Shiro rushed towards it.

On the other side was…

…outside.

An ocean.

A big city with lights.

Fresh air he had never breathed.

All the things his mother, Neko, and Itsuki mentioned but he had never seen.

He didn't know how long he was standing there, but he didn't care.

"Everyone, I did it."

Present

Helicopters swarmed the summit as the light finally cleared. What they saw was a sight that terrify them for a long time.

Shiro stood above All Might, who was lying scorched unconscious on the ground, with his left fist raised in the air.

It was a horrific mockery of All Might's victory in Kamino.

Looking up with a smile, the whole nation could Shiro's bloody face and injured body.

He said nothing, but the message was clear.

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The Raid had failed.

Hades Arc Complete!

Hi there! Well, what did you think of that? That was the longest chapter I have ever written. I had not meant for it to take this long to post but between my job and a lot of writer's blocks it was difficult to write.

I felt really uncomfortable writing some of the scenes, but I decided not to hold back. Granted I didn't show what happened, but it was clear what did happen.

Unlike other chapters, I wanted to focus on Shiro and All Mights battle while telling Shiro's backstory. What did you think of it? Shiro's powers and abilities were based on Masaomi Heike from Code Breakers but I'm not sure if I explained them very well.

Thanks to everyone who submitted a character for the Raid. It really helped me a lot.

I am so happy to finally be finished with this arc because I have been writing it for over four years and now I can focus on new content. There are several more coming but I'm going to try and keep them short because I do want to finish Good and Evil.

The next chapter focuses on the aftermath. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!