Desolation: A Tomura Shigaraki SI-OC

Chapter One: Narcolepsy


Despite the numbing dark…I can still feel it.

The warmth of the liquid pooling at the back of my head.

The heat slowly leaving my body.

My breath slowing down.

I'm so tired. I just feel so tired.

Mum?


I woke up. There was pain, and my vision was very fuzzy, but in time…

(How much time did it take? Seconds? Minutes? An hour?)

My vision cleared. I knew then that something was wrong. I wasn't where I was last. And the memories…they were missing…or wrong.

It's like my mind—my consciousness, the things that made me what I was—was a glass plate, and someone had shattered it, smashing it against someone else's mind. There were fragments of two separate memories…

(Mum, Hana, Dad, Father, Sensei, Kurogiri, Bro, Sis, Grandma, Grandfather No no no no no no why why why whywhywhyWHYWHYWHY!)

…Swimming around in one single head. MY head. Only I don't think it was just mine anymore. My lips felt too dry, and I felt…taller. The hair also wasn't mine. I remembered having coppery blond hair, wild and untamed. While the hair hanging in front of my eyes kept its unkemptness, my hair was now a light blue.

I stood up from the bed I was apparently laying on and felt a sharp pain in my eyes as the light of day shone on them. The pain quickly faded, and I looked around the room I was in. It was…a little bit bigger than my room, but it was…filthy. Dirty clothes were strewn about everywhere, trash bags cluttered one corner of the room and…good lord, the smell!

This was clearly the room of a young adult whose life was in shambles.

Or the room of someone who had never learned how to wash their damn clothes.

Or toss out the trash.

I turned my head left. There was a door. A door that lead into a bathroom, thank god. Maybe if I got a good look at myself, I could at least get a clue at what was going on.

I walked towards the door, stumbling a little, like a man who had forgotten how to walk. Then, when I was close to the door, I stretched out my hand and pushed…

And the part of the door I touched turned to ash.

I reflexively jolted away from the door, almost falling on my ass as I did so. Some of the memories in my head began to piece themselves back together.

(My name is Lakecliff. I love to watch anime and cartoons—but only some cartoons, like the original Teen Titans, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Danny Phantom, and sometimes Young Justice. I'm 17—no, 18 years old. I live in a small neighborhood on the outskirts of the Twin Cities. If I had a superpower, it would be the ability to take, give, and use superpowers. Like All For One in—)

No. No, nononono…

I push my way past the door and look in the mirror. The image of the young man in front of me is familiar, and now that my perceptions are clear, everything is strangely animated. Like I'm living in an animation.

The young man's beady red eyes stare into my own, the skin around his eyes and chapped lips have been dried and cracked. My own breath smells rancid and sounds incredibly haggard. The pace of my breath begins to quicken as I received clarity to my own situation.

(My name is Tenko Shimura. When I was four, I killed my own—My name is Tomura Shigaraki. I am—will be—the leader of the League of Villains. I hate heroes, All Might most of all. I hate those who worship them. The only person I don't hate is Sensei. Sensei saved me when the Heroes and their apathetic worshipers wouldn't. Sensei is more my father than HE ever was. He made me his apprentice. I will be the next All For One.)


After the startling revelation of where I am and who I was took effect, I was very careful with everything I touched. I washed my face and brushed my teeth so that I could feel like an actual living being instead of a corpse. I showered as well and found the only pair of clothes that didn't smell like body odor.

After that, I took to the computer that sat on Shigaraki's—and I suppose my own—desk. What was most important right now was finding out when I was in the canon. After that, I would plan. I had no intention of remaining as All For One's pawn, even if the prospect of gaining the quirk itself was tempting. That in and of itself came with the cost of allowing the old man a foothold in my mind.

And despite my beliefs about the Hero Commission and Hero Society itself…

(Endeavor, Hawks, the heroes in training being child soldiers, discrimination against 'villainous' quirks, discrimination against the quirkless…)

…I had no desire to remain a terrorist either. But…

I stopped a moment. I had already entered Tomura's—my—password and was now just staring at the screen as thoughts flooded my head.

(Wasn't this what I wanted? To change something? To escape my own anonymity? To become something special? To rise above others and become the main character? To beat the Final Boss? To become…The End All, the Be All?

All For One…And One For All?)

I shook my head and pushed those thoughts away. I could think on those later, when I knew when I was and had an idea about what I could do. Megalomania was useless without direction, and if I wanted to escape the chains that bound me, I would need power. And knowledge, as they often said, was power.

I typed in a few phrases in order to get a grasp at where I was.

The first was U.A Sports Festival.

This search brought up many videos. I clicked on the most recent ones. I did not find anyone I knew there.

If the required tournament arc had not occurred yet, then neither had Stain's capture.

I would have to search further back.

Mt. Lady.

Nothing.

Sludge Villain?

I found some sightings, some robberies he did, and some other minor crimes. No video of All Might—

(HATE)

—saving Izuku and Bakugou from the shit monster. I took a peek at the calendar, and then preformed a couple more searches.

U.A Entrance Exam.

All Might and U.A.

All Might had yet to be confirmed to be teaching at U.A, but I learned—that is, if my math was right—I had a whole year before the entrance exams began. If the time was right, then this meant I had awoken as Shigaraki two months before Izuku Midoriya would be offered One For All.

What would I do with this? I sank back into the swivel chair and flexed my fingers. I had a unique opportunity. I was the only one in this world—barring those who had precognitive quirks, such as Sir Nighteye—who had any knowledge of what was to come.

How could I plan for the USJ? Stain? Overhaul and Eri? The Meta Liberation Army? All For One?

(What about all the crimes that the Hero Commission might be keeping buried? What about all the other injustices caused by this so-called society of heroes?)

…I needed time. I needed to think. I needed to get the static buzz out of my head.

I needed to go for a walk.

I checked if Tomura had a wallet and money…

(He did have a wallet, some yen, and a credit card.)

…And then I put on the most comfortable hoodie I could find. Thankfully, it didn't smell like the inside of a trash compacter, and I made note to give my room a hearty cleansing when I came back.

I exited Shigaraki's room. The hallway outside reminded me of a hotel, plain and wooded. Shigarak's—my—red shoes made the floorboards under me creak a little, and I made my way downstairs. Downstairs was Kurogiri's bar, the same bar that was portrayed in the anime, manga, and many fanfics to be the League's base of operations.

The misty man himself stood behind the counter of the bar, wiping a glass as barkeeps were wont to do. The Nomu—Tomura's surrogate father—turned his attention towards me. "Master Shigaraki?"

The motion was disturbingly robotic, but his voice was calm. Fatherly even. I was reminded of my own parents, but the memories were near tainted by Tomura's. I shook my head lightly. "Kurogiri. Could you teleport me to Musutafu? Preferably near a mall, or a market?"

He nodded. "Of course, master. But may I ask…why?"

I took a breath. "Need to take a walk. And buy some customization items."

"Do you have your wallet? And your phone?"

I felt for the phone in my pocket.

"I do."

"Good. Be safe."

The Warp Portal opened, and I stepped through.


I walked out of the alleyway behind a clothing store. Thank you Kurogiri, you are an awesome evil Alfred. I stepped inside and sought out what I needed.

If I was going to do the whole terrorist thing, I was gonna have to commit. That meant not dressing like a NEET all the time…

(Which Shigaraki was…)

That meant looking somewhat sophisticated. That meant wearing some kind of trench coat—black, preferably. That meant hair dye—white hair dye. Should I use the dye for my villain persona, or my civilian? I still wanted to go out and socialize, and if I ever did escape the Big Cheese himself, I would need an identity. I would need a support system. I would need money.

…and that might mean turning myself over for prison time or staying with the League and going full terrorist. Fuck.

But what was I going to do if I went full terrorist? What would be my cause? I couldn't use Tomura's. I didn't hate the world as deeply as he did. I couldn't use the original Shigaraki's—All For One's cause. I didn't care about being an evil dick just to be an evil dick. If I wanted to form a proper League, I would need a cause that would draw people to me. The cause of Meta Liberation? No. Despite my love of superpowers, I was not a super-supremacist. Stain's cause? Sure, corrupt heroes were a problem, but they were the symptoms, not the disease. Destroy the Hero Commission? Would people take my side if I tried that? While the Corporatization of Heroes was a problem, along with the fact that heroes were made to serve the government above the common man, would that really solve the problems that society faced?

After I purchased my clothes and dye, I took out my new gloves and discreetly disintegrated all of the fingers on each glove, save one. For the right, it was the ring finger. For the left, it was the index finger that remained. As I moved to exit the store and call Kurogiri for a pickup, someone bumped into me, causing us both to lose our bags. My eyes landed on the individual, whom I recognized almost immediately.

Green hair. Face full of freckles. Green eyes.

Izuku Goddamn Midoriya.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" The kid stammered.

I sighed, trying to keep my voice steady. "N-no problem kid. Just be more careful next time."

For a moment, I remembered his situation. Bullied for being quirkless. For something he could not control.

(HATE)

I considered bringing him into the fold, but…no. He was still a fan of All Might. He still saw Bakugou as someone who would be a great hero. And while the explosive blond did have potential, he had yet to gain the attitude.

With that in mind, I picked up my bags, and left.

My rebellion…now had a cause…

…And yet I still felt so very tired…


AN: And that, is the first chapter of Desolation! The title itself is a reference to the song Nuclear written by Mike Oldfield.

This shall update about every month…or at least whenever I feel like it.

Hope that you enjoyed. Peace out.