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UPDATE NOTE 4-6-22: Rewrote the dialogue for some scenes.

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Chapter 6

Tomura's Rage

MUSUTAFU ROOFTOPS

Miruko bounded from one building to another over the streets of the city as she resumed her patrols. It had been several minutes after her meeting at the police station and her mind was focused on one individual: The Vigilante. She felt like an idiot for not realizing that he wasn't a Hero. And now because of her and Fatgum's lack of professionalism as Pro Heroes, they had an armored, gun-toting psycho on the loose who endangered the lives of several U.A. Students and blew up half a mall.

Landing on another building and kneeling near the edge, she kept her eyes peeled for The Vigilante. Her mind went back to how he pummeled Shigaraki and ripped his arm off. That guy must've been insanely strong to do that, maybe even stronger than Death Arms. An unnerving smile slowly began to creep its way onto her face. Seeing that Villain suffer after the shit he pulled on that kid was enthralling. When she first heard of the U.S.J. Villain Invasion and how Eraser Head along with Thirteen was seriously injured in the attack, she wanted nothing more than to beat the living daylights out of the ringmaster who hurt them.

In a way, she did get her wish in the form of a man taking the law into his own hands. Shigaraki got what he deserved and her only wish was to see him get pounded on for a few more minutes. But the best part was watching the Vigilante pulverize that bastard with his arm. She relished seeing that Villain writhe and watching him suffer every amount of agony he was going through-

Miruko suddenly stopped her train of thought when she realized she was going down that dark path again. She shook her head to dispel the images out of her mind and composed herself.

'Don't go down that road again, Rumi.' She thought to herself. 'You're a Hero now. You are not going to fall off the wagon.'

Miruko's ears drooped as she sat herself down on the roof. She thought back to the promise she made with her friend, Keigo Takami AKA The Wing Hero Hawks. She would never forget…but she still pined to go back to old habits again.

LEAGUE OF VILLAINS HIDEOUT

"Kurogiri. A simple question: what happened? I expect a very good answer."

The shadowy villain quaked in the presence of his master, All for One. He wasn't actually in front of the man but rather in front of a TV displaying the Villain leaning back in his seat with a displeased expression. Kurogiri sat on a stool in front of the television and if his smoky skin was capable of doing so, he would be sweating bullets. The bar was mostly vacated which made Kurogiri's private meeting with One for All feel all the more nerve-wracking.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat before giving his master an answer. "Tomura was ambushed by a man at the Kiyashi Ward shopping mall. He was gathering information from All Might's pupil but that's when he was attacked. I managed to pull him and his bodyguard out of there but Tomura suffered grievous injuries in the process. We currently have him downstairs being treated by our benefactor's doctor but he…lost his right arm."

All for One showed no reaction to that bit of news. Kurogiri felt terrified as he had no idea if he was indifferent to the loss of his protégé's arm or if he was silently livid.

"Was it a Hero who did this?"

"No, Master. The authorities have reason to believe that the perpetrator was a Vigilante."

"So we have a wild card on our hands. Kurogiri, I do not think I have to remind you just how valuable Shigaraki is to our cause."

"I fully understand, Master. But we didn't think that we would encounter such a fearsome individual capable of inflicting a tremendous blow on us. I assumed-"

"Assumption is the mother of all mistakes, Kurogiri. If Tomura dies, I will have Dr. Garaki convert you into a low-teir Nomu."

"And he won't! I assure you! Giran has the best doctor working to stabilize Shigaraki!"

"See to it that he survives. I am tasking you to reclaim Tomura's arm when the opportunity arises. I don't care whether you're discreet or not, just get it back.

"It will be done. I won't fail you, Master."

"Pray that you don't. While you see to Shigaraki, I will contact Wolfram and coordinate his assault on I-Island. I will look into this Vigilante dilemma at another time."

The TV screen cut to black and Kurogiri slumped, exhaling heavily. He never saw All for One this mad before and he never wanted to be at the receiving end of that anger ever again. Getting up from his stool, Kurogiri fixed his tie and went towards the door behind the bar. He opened the door and walked down the steps and into a long, dimly lit corridor with cracked walls and steel doors. He walked down the hall and made a sharp right where he could hear voices coming up ahead. Making a left at the end, he came upon Giran talking with two members of the League: Dabi and Toga Himiko.

"You really screwed the pooch big time. You know that, right?" The B-Rank Villain chastised Dabi.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know that we would get waylaid by a heavily armed juggernaut in power armor?" Dabi argued.

"Awwwwww, I wish I could've been there!" Toga whined as she stamped her foot. "I would've loved to get a lick of Tomura's blood! And maybe get to stab that big guy you mentioned! I wonder what his blood tastes like?"

"He probably would've knocked your head off in an eye blink." Dabi answered disinterestedly.

"This is why I friggin hate Vigilantes. They're so unpredictable." Giran griped in annoyance as he flicked away his cigarette. They turned their heads over to Kurogiri when they heard his approaching footsteps and the smoggy Villain stopped in front of Giran.

"How is he?" Kurogiri demanded.

Giran looked towards a door near his right. "I hired the best back-alley doctor I know and he's got him stabilized. He's fixing him up as best as he can but he's lost a lot of blood. I can't give you any guarantees so I ain't gonna beat around the bush: you might lose him. But like I already said, this is the best guy I hired so if he does make it, we break out the Sake and if he doesn't…well…"

Kurogiri balled his fists as his eyes drifted to the ground. He redirected his gaze towards a bored-looking Dabi and narrowed his eyes into slits. "You were supposed to be protecting him." Kurogiri reminded him, his tone of voice cold and angry.

"Well I had to push my way through the panicking crowd, plus I wanted to get a good look at the guy and seein' how strong he was, I figured it would be better to keep my distance a bit and find a meat shield. Gotta admit, that girl pulled a fast one on me." Dabi explained casually. He noticed Kurogiri was still glaring at him like he wasn't thrilled with his answer. Dabi turned serious. "Look, you're forgetting that I'm still gauging whether or not Shigaraki is someone I should be listenin' to-"

Kurogiri closed the distance in a heartbeat and grabbed him by the throat. Giran and Toga backed away a little while Dabi didn't even look threatened.

"You're forgetting that you take orders from All for One without question. Another defiance and you will not be long for this world." Kurogiri warned.

Dabi smirked. "Well you can tell him that his little sidekick wasn't up to snuff-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGKKKKKKKKK!"

A loud scream came from the door; Giran quickly unlocked it and swung the door open. Everyone got a front row seat to Shigaraki sitting up on a gurney with his remaining hand on the doctor's face; his Quirk decaying the man's head into dust! The doctor's headless corpse crumpled to the floor as blood gushed from its neck, staining his apron and the floor crimson. Toga eagerly licked her lips.

Tomura looked like something out of Silent Hill: he was paler than usual, his face and upper body were covered in bloody bandages, and he breathed heavily with blood dripping from his mouth while his stump of an arm was gruesomely stitched shut. The dirty room and flickering overhead light only added more tension to the already unsettling atmosphere.

Giran looked at the corpse of the doctor and mentally remarked that at least he wouldn't have to pay anything for his services. Dabi was slightly impressed at how Tomura killed the guy while Toga was giddy at the sight of so much blood. Kurogiri cautiously approached Shigaraki, worried about his current state of health; both physically and mentally.

"Young Master? You should lie back down…" Kurogiri calmly suggested as he slowly reached out to him.

"That...cheater…."

"W-what-"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Tomura suddenly leaped out of the gurney and began disintegrating anything he could touch with his remaining hand while kicking every item on the floor across the room. Kurogiri and the others instantly backpedaled away from the screaming Villain so they wouldn't get caught up in his psychotic episode.

"THAT FUCKING CHEATING AIMBOT GODMODE HACKING PIECE OF SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" Tomura raged furiously as he continued to demolish the whole room. After several more seconds of violent thrashing, the whole room was destroyed with a majority of the walls and floors partially disintegrated. Shigaraki stood in the center of the room, hunched over and taking in labored breaths as blood dripped from his reopened wounds.

"Young Master, I understand your anger but you must lie down!" Kurogiri implored. "Save your vitriol for All Might!"

Shigaraki began to giggle; causing Kurogiri to step away from him again. "Yes….The Symbol of Peace…." Tomura began to remember how overjoyed he was when he finally learned how to bring down society until he was tortured to near death by the armored man. "It won't be All Might that will suffer…that bastard in green…I'll kill him…" He then tore off the bloody bandages off of his face to reveal an insane smile with maddened eyes as his psychopathic laughter grew louder; his anger and insanity numbing him to the searing pain his body was in.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!"

MUSUTAFU SEWER SYSTEM-ABANDONED SUBWAY

The Doomslayer ripped away the planks that boarded up the entrance to the subway station. Since it was almost pitch black in the deepest part of the city, the Slayer had to activate the night vision function in his helmet so he could see where he was going. He chucked away the last of the planks and entered the station; drawing his pistol just in case someone or something was down here. He could make out what appeared to be some columns and subway cars but his night vision didn't illuminate much of the area for him. He noticed a portable generator with gasoline cans next to it on his left with wires snaking to a large power supply box on the far wall.

Walking over to it as he put away his weapon, The Slayer unscrewed the lid and looked inside to see that it was empty. He saw several gas cans next to it but knew that they had been there since the 1970s and the gasoline had degraded a long time ago. But then he had an idea: he pulled out his chainsaw and checked it to see that he still had 5 gallons of gasoline in the tank. He popped open the cap on his chainsaw and began to pour some fuel into the generator; it didn't take much gasoline for it to be filled.

He screwed the lid back on, yanked the ripcord several times and the generator thrummed to life. A burst of electricity surged into the power supply from the wires and the overhead lights that adorned the ceiling of the subway station flicked to life. With the entire station illuminated a bright white, the Slayer's helmet deactivated its night vision, and he observed his surroundings.

The whole station was covered in cobwebs, dust, and broken plaster from the ceiling. Old kiosks laid abandoned and broken while a disused subway train sat idly on the tracks. But what the Doomslayer immediately noticed was that this station was previously occupied at some point in the past and it held some signs of a fight.

Bullet holes decorated the area while casings littered the floor alongside old weaponry. The Slayer recognized a few: Tokarevs, over and under shotguns, Uzis, a few hunting rifles, and at least 3 MP-40s. Most of these had to have been acquired from overseas illegally since there rest of the scattered weapons on the floor were of Japanese manufacture since he didn't recognize them. But then there were the bodies. Not human bodies but rather human skeletons wearing whatever articles of clothing that were left.

Walking amongst the skeletal remains, The Slayer eyed their strange choice in…fashion. Most of it consisted of jumpsuit uniforms, military jackets worn open with no shirts, leather jackets, baggy pants, boiler suits, long boots, bandages around the waist, surgical masks, patches displaying a slogan, and headbands with the Japanese Imperial Flag printed upon them. Were they a part of some kind of gang?

He looked over to the vacant tracks to his right and saw a row of motorcycles all lined up alongside each other on the tracks. These guys must've used this abandoned subway tunnel to ride their choppers through. The motorcycles were heavily modified; featuring oversized fairings, lifted handlebars, large back seats, altered mufflers, and extravagant paint jobs. What kind of idiot defiles their ride like that?

/After analyzing our current surroundings, I have concluded that we are in a concealed hideout of a Bosozoku biker gang. The Bosozoku was a Japanese youth subculture associated with custom motorcycles, reckless driving, disturbing the peace, and other gang-related activities. The state of their base of operations was not the result of a gunfight with a rival gang, but rather with themselves./

So they did each other in? The Slayer looked around and saw the positions the skeletons were in. They were all facing each other and evidence did point to the fact that they did engage in infighting. But why? Walking over to the subway train on the left side of the station, he entered the first car and saw that it had been renovated into a storage room of sorts. Most of it contained crates full of weapons, motorcycle parts, and repair kits. The next car he walked into served as the living quarters for the gang, featuring multiple sleeping bags. Plastered across the walls were posters of swimsuit models while the floor had some unimportant items near the bags such as cigarettes, toothpicks, dice, old magazines, bottles of booze, and the like.

The Doomslayer spotted a guitar lying against the wall and out of curiosity, picked it up by the neck and it instantly fell apart in his hand. Didn't surprise him; VEGA did say that this place was unused since the '70s. He tossed the remains of the guitar away and entered the final car. This one served as the head honcho's "office": the left side had a map of the city with some circles and x's scribbled across it, a personal desk with three suitcases on top of it, and the far end of the room had a bed with some beanbag chairs close to it. He eyed the two skeletons lying on the floor across from each other.

One had a rusted katana embedded in his chest and held a Ruger Redhawk in his hand while the other one had a bullet hole right in the middle of its forehead. Looking at the one with the sword in him, the Slayer noticed that the skeleton had several bejeweled rings, leading him to believe that this one must've been the leader. The one with the bullet in his head was another subordinate. They ended up killing each other in the end. The Slayer turned his head over to the desk and eyed the suitcases. He opened up one of them to reveal stacks of the nation's money contained within.

/Hypothesis: these men successfully robbed a bank but could not decide whether or not to split the money. Their argument escalated to the point where they all turned on each other, resulting in the entire gang's death. Such is the price of avarice./

The Slayer grimaced. The UAC could attest to that. Stepping outside of the subway train, the Slayer took in his surroundings. It wasn't much but it would serve as a base of operations for his time on this new Earth. It was deep underground and well-hidden amongst the sewers. The Doomslayer had a lot of cleaning up to do but first things first…

He looked over to the customized motorcycles and cracked his knuckles.

Those ugly things had to go.

To be continued…

Hope you enjoyed this chapter; the next one will feature Izuku and his friends at school!

I am adding in a little more backstory to Miruko by giving her some bloodthirsty tendencies as well as adding in a difficult past for her that'll set up some moments between her and the Slayer. Hawks will be her best friend in this story but I'm still going with my Miruko x Slayer pairing.

Yeah, Tomura would obviously flip his shit if he got beaten up that badly and lost an arm in the process. You guys can certainly expect a League of Villains VS Doomslayer in the future! Not sure what to do about All for One, Gigantomachia, and the High-End Nomus yet. I also wanted to add in how Vigilantes are looked down upon by Villains and I'm thinking about a crossover with the spin-off manga, Illegals.

It may not be a Fortress of Doom, but at least the Slayer has his own Ninja Turtles-style HQ. I did like adding references to a bygone era in Japan's history, seeing as how this story takes place in 2148. I was originally going to add in a reference to Shadow Warrior, maybe a Lo Wang calling card, but I decided against it.

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