AN: I've decided that I'm going to do chapter summaries at the beginning from now on.
SMRY: Ded Hands, Condiment, and Misty Boi sit down to talk to a Stunt Double, a Magnet, and two Yakuza. Meanwhile, Crispy meets a friend in a back alleyway about something that he wants to do. Timeskip ahead to past the U.A entrance exams, and Crispy and his friend do something pretty sus…
Desolation: A Tomura Shigaraki SI-OC
Chapter Seven: Be the Bad Guy
"Can you…keep a secret?"
"Sure I can…what is it?"
"Death Hand isn't the name of a hero…or a vigilante."
"…neither is Mustard."
(What a ridiculous notion.)
I turned around and saw the pale and scarred visage of death.
(You both want to change the world…)
He walked towards me, cyan hair partially covering his eyes.
(But what you seem to fail at realizing, Player Two…)
Red eyes the same color of my own pierced my very soul.
(Is that to create a new society, you must first DESTROY!)
"Hey, Shimura! Wake up!"
I groaned and opened my eyes, the dull lights of the bar shining overhead.
"Five more minutes."
Mustard—who was wearing a specialized gas mask given to him by Giran—huffed whiled Kurogiri let out a sigh.
"You had your five minutes five minutes ago. Wake up from your nap To—Tenko. We have work to do."
I let out an irritated sigh and rubbed my eyes, then blinked away the blur that came with that action. "Right." I shook my head, shaking the fog out of my mind, then looked at the bar counter, which had my hand mask on it. "Who do we have today?" I asked as I placed the mask on my face.
"We've only got four this time." Mustard informed me. "A 'Magne' and some dude that Giran knows, along with some dude in a bird mask and a guy that can turn his skin into crystals."
Bird Mask? Crystals?
(Sounds familiar.)
I clear my throat and get into character. "Send them in."
The first two that Kurogiri lets in are the two of the four that I am the most familiar with. Magne, Mistress of Magnetism—who has yet to undergo her operation—and Twice—the best boy of the canon League of Villains. The second two were…less familiar.
I stood, placing my hands behind my back. "Greetings. I heard from Giran that you were interested in joining our…group.
"Yep."
"Damn right! Hell no!"
"That would be correct, Mr. Death Hand."
"Got that right."
I smirked under the mask. "Excellent. Before you join, I must know your quirk—if you have one—your combat experience, and any other relevant skills that may be useful to this organization, along with why you want to join our organization."
"Wait." One of the recruits said. He was a tall, bald man who wore a white mask and had the build of a boxer. "What do you mean by 'if you have one'?"
His friend—a thin, blond man who wore a bird mask that reminded me of a plague doctor—sighed and shook his head. "Please, excuse Hojo. I think he meant to ask if you were recruiting quirkless people."
I recognized them now.
(Didn't think that members of the Shie Hassaikai were discriminatory against quirkless.)
"Of course." I replied. "Being a criminal or a terrorist has never been dependent on whether or not you have a quirk, and I don't believe that should change."
I gestured towards Mustard. "There are many ways to level the playing field between quirked and quirkless. Such as support items, or guns, or other weapons and traps."
The man in the bird mask narrowed his eyes. "You mentioned the word 'terrorist'. Care to explain."
Kurogiri cleared his throat. "Our 'League of Villains' is meant to be a movement motivated less by criminal gains and more by something…idealistic."
"The idea of equality between people." I continued for him. "Regardless of quirks or lack of quirks. We also seek to lessen the restriction placed on the use of quirks by the government."
"Like the Meta Liberation Army?" Magne asked.
I smirked. "You know your history."
"It's a gift."
"And a good one." I paused, then continued. "To answer your question, sort of like them. However, even I understand that freedom and power must come with responsibility."
The man in the bird mask—Setsuno, I think—leaned back on one of the tables of the bar. "And you believe that you are being…responsible?"
"Of course." I reply. "Unlike most of the people under The Commission's hero society, I understand that the world is not black and white, but rather a system of differing shades of grey."
I grit my teeth in a grim smile. "Still, when faced with a system like this that creates its own villains as much as it creates heroes, I am motivated to tear the status quo down, so that it can be replaced by something better. That is something that I believe is the right—no, the responsibility—of all people."
(You cannot create something without destroying something else first.)
I look upwards. "I'm just a guy who is really good at destroying things. However, I also want to change things for the better. Which is why I am gathering like-minded people to my cause so that change can be made."
(Speechcraft one hundred.)
For a moment, there is silence. Then, Twice speaks.
"Well, damn. Count me in then! I don't want nothin' to do with you!"
Magne shrugs. "There are worse causes to fight for I suppose."
Setsuno stares at me with something that I can't identify. Then, he turns to the door. "Hojo, we're leaving." Then, he turns back towards me. "We'll be in touch."
Hojo gives me a thousand-yard stare and then follows after his friend. The door clatters as they leave. Mustard lets out a huff of air. "That was…"
"Doesn't matter. We'll deal with it later." I turned towards the other two. "What about you guys?"
"Didn't I tell you I was staying. Fuck you! I'm leaving!"
"Same as that guy, I guess."
(Strange people, wanting to stick around like that.)
"Very well then. The aforementioned questions?"
Magne stepped forward, a smile on her face. "I'm Magne—though you probably already know that—and my quirk is Magnetism."
"You control magnets?" Mustard snarked while I gave him a scolding look.
"Be nice, Mustard."
Magne brushed it off and smirked. "Somewhat. What I do is related to magnets, as I convert men into south poles and women into north poles."
"Ah, like a magnet!" I interrupted. Of course, I already knew her quirk from reading canon materials, but I wanted to look somewhat intelligent here. "I'm guessing that depending on the 'pole' people can either be attracted to or repelled from each other."
Magne's smirk grew a bit wider. "That would be correct, Mr. Death Hands."
"Pretty damn useful. Both in combat and in rescue and retrieval operations." I gave her my best winning smile.
"Thanks. As for my other relevant skills, I'd say analyzation would be my best."
My right eyebrow quirked upwards. "Really? Based on no prior information whatsoever, tell me who you think the most dangerous in the room is—discounting mister black and white over there."
The corner of her mouth twitches a little. "The guy in the gas mask."
I smiled again. "Oh? Can you tell me why?"
"First off, you've got gloves covering your hands." The Magnet Master began. "Meaning your quirk probably comes from your hands. Furthermore, your gloves are fully covering one finger on each hand, meaning your quirk's activation is based on a five-finger touch system. So if you were to attack me, you would have to take off your gloves, run over to me, and then try to touch me and use your quirk—whatever that might be."
She was right. I was quick, but I knew that size mattered in a lot of ways when it came to a fight, and if I couldn't touch her, I would most definitely lose. "Go on."
"And I may not know what the mist man's quirk is," She continued, pointing at Kurogiri. "But I can guess gas mask's." She smirked. "First off, he has tubes coming out of the mask, leading me to believe that his quirk lets out some kind of gas that also affects him. However," She paused, pointing at the pistol grip sticking out of Mustard's pocket. "He's also got a gun, which is an excellent equalizer in a fight. He could gas us or shoot us all if he wanted."
Mustard scratched the back of his helmet, seemingly timid and embarrassed about being complimented. "W-well I'm n-not that great with the gun yet and my gas takes time t-to knock p-people ou—!"
I let out a chuckle. "Oh, just take the compliment, Mustard." I turned back to Magne. "As for you…I'd say you'd have it mostly on the money."
The red-head's eyebrow quirked upwards. "Oh? What did I get wrong?"
I held up a hand. "I wouldn't say wrong. It's just that you weren't able to determine Kurogiri's quirk. Which I don't blame you for, he does have an air of mystery about him." I said.
"Well, what does he do then? Don't know, don't care!" Twice asked.
"He can make portals." I answered. Behind her sunglasses, Magne's eyes widened.
"That's…powerful."
"I know." I said. "I'd say he's tied with Mustard for most dangerous man in the room. Your cause?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Magne rubbed the back of her head. "I wanted to find some place where I would be accepted for who I choose to be, same as Twice here." She said, gesturing at the somewhat shorter man. "But…I am willing to fight for your cause, as I think you really want to make a better world."
I smiled. "Thank you. I just asked that question to make sure you weren't some kind of moral-less sociopath." I turned towards the black and white clad man. "And what about you, Twice. I know about why you're here, but I don't know anything else."
The Deadpool look-alike perked up and said. "My quirk is double! I can make clones of anyone, so long as I know their measurements. Don't think I'll do it for free though!"
I put on a boyish grin. "That's actually great! How many of these doubles can you make?"
"Only one! I used to be able to make more." He answered. "But they're not very durable."
I shrugged. "That's fine. It's still a very good ability to have, especially for large-scale assaults. Congratulations, you're both hired!"
I took off my hand mask and placed it on the counter, while taking a seat on one of the bar stools. "Now, about living arrangements…"
"Achilles, Achilles, Achilles come down! Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?"
A dark voice sung as a black-clad figure wandered through the dusty Musutafu alleyways. Most of those in the alleyway were thugs and muggers, and most would have attacked right now…if it was not for the aura of menace the man gave off.
You're scaring us! And all of us, some of us love you Achilles, it's not much but there's proof."
The man ignored most of the people in the alleyway, to their relief, as he was focused on finding one person.
"Just humor us Achilles! Achilles come down! Won't you get up off, get up off the Roof!"
A certain serial killer.
"Hello again…Toga."
The blonde smiled. "Awe, aren't we friends, mister Crispy Crew? I told you to call me Miko!"
Dabi chuckled. "Sorry Miko, but I didn't come to exchange pleasantries."
Then Dabi's expression turned serious. "I need you to get into UA high school."
Months passed. The entrance exam came and went. More foot soldiers were recruited. I did more vigilantism work as we got the other members of the League of Villains up to speed on combat and teamwork.
Then, All For One Spoke to me.
"I want you to attack UA high school." His menacing voice spoke through the monitor.
"…Why?" I asked him. "Don't get me wrong Sensei, I've always wanted to take All Might down a peg, but an attack on UA would be suicidal!"
"Not with the proper plan it wouldn't." Sen—All For One countered. "And while I will not be making the plan for you, it seems that someone had brought us the proper materials to make said plan."
My eyes widened. It had been mentioned in both the manga and the anime that there was a spy in UA. Was I finally going to meet that person?
"Kurogiri, bring our prospective new recruits in, would you?"
(Prospective new—?!)
I turned around.
And my eyes went wide.
Two days ago.
Dabi smirked as he strode through the thick crowd of vultures known as the mass media. Toga was already inside the building, temporarily disguised as a student. All he had to do now was play his part and cause a little chaos.
Dabi smirked as his hands began to heat up. The man himself concentrated very hard on not making any flames, but instead on making his scarred palms as hot as possible. Hot enough to melt through the UA barrier.
His hand felt like they were being dipped in magma as he finally reached the massive metal door, and the material melted under his touch. Seeing their opening, the reporters rushed in.
Dabi smirked as he walked away from the melted open door.
It's up to you now, Toga.
Dabi wore the smuggest smirk I had ever seen on a man. Toga on the other hand, leveled me with a glare that was downright terrifying. However, it was not as terrifying as the voice of All For One.
"They retrieved for us a schedule for the next week of U.A. Along with some documents containing information on some of the students of the Hero Course. Specifically, Class 1-A.
I turned back to the monitor. "And how do you expect me to fight off All Might?"
"Oh, Tomura. You won't be handling All Might."
A black burst of liquid spurted into existence in front of the monitor.
"He will."
And out of it…a monster appeared.
All For One watched Himiko Toga and Dabi through the screens of his cameras for a moment. While the girl's rage was impressive, it was a temporary thing. He was looking for someone with an anger more…permanent. An anger that ate away at a person's soul until they were a hollow shell, fit for the molding.
Fit to be the next him.
And he saw that very rage in the eyes of this 'Dabi'.
All For One smirked.
He supposed he would add this mysterious young man to the list.
AN: Well shit! Looks like I have to write the USJ arc now! Most of that will be done from the perspective of our True Hero, but there will be other hero course members as well, along with our Eraser Dad!
Until then, PEACE!
