All for One is on vacation, Humarise is on the move.
The world isn't ready.
(XX)
As he walked, All for One took in the sight of the peaceful city of Otheon a bit more. He passed by a museum, the front publicizing an expo of precious artifacts from Otheon's history. 'I could rob the museum, I guess. But Oji Harima kinda stole the Robin Hood/Gentleman thief thing from my possible repertoire, and that's the only thief archetype that isn't just a mook.' He thought idly.
The problem of having been a workaholic for a century was that, even on vacation, All for One had a hard time detaching himself from his job. They said 'love your job and you won't work one day in your life', but really it was more 'love your job and you won't be able to stop working'.
He cracked his neck. Oxygen Manipulation, the Quirk he had gotten from Oxy-Man, was quite useful, giving him a respirator-free experience for the first time in years. He had forgotten what it felt like to walk around without constantly worrying whether he was too far from his respirator or not.
Still, this didn't help his boredom. What was there to even do in Otheon? There were beaches, stores, a rally of some kind of cult, museums…
He paused. Wait, the third one was interesting, actually. He turned to look at a large crowd that had formed a semi-circle around a makeshift podium on which stood a group of seven or so figures. All for One found it all a bit amateurish, but then again not everyone could do what he did when he tried his hands at the cult thing.
Ascending from the sky surrounded by angelic light, white wings beating to stop his fall, a choir singing from nowhere visible and everyone looking at him feeling the need to cry in awe was a very Quirk-expensive flex, after all.
The preacher stepped forward. "People of Otheon, I come to tell you about the Quirk Singularity Doomsday Prophecy." The man said. All for One frowned. Prophecy? It was a scientific theory, dammit, and the correct one at that. He sighed. Well, he supposed, so long as they understood what the Quirk Singularity meant in terms of making a proper final boss for humanity, he could let it slide… "And we have to prevent it!"
Ok, now that was just annoying.
"And how would you do that?" He asked from the crowd.
The preacher smiled, making an ample gesture with his hand, "Excellent question, sir! The answer is simple: Quirks are the cause of all our suffering, and the cause of the future doomsday of humanity. Thus, the removal of all Quirks is the only logical solution."
All for One frowned. That sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why. He shrugged. Well, he had been alive during the Dark Age of Quirks, it wasn't the first time he heard someone say 'remove all Quirks'. He still remembered the Creature Rejection Clan of the old days.
And to think history books claimed the CRC had fallen apart because of infighting. They always forgot the part about every leader waking up one morning as a complex mutant and getting lynched by their own followers. Honestly, the funniest part was analyzing their speeches to see which animalistic attributes they disliked the most just to make sure those were the one they got.
Man, those were the days. It was almost unfortunate that he had gone a bit too far and the CRC had completely collapsed to the point it was beneath his notice.
The preacher meanwhile had gone on to insist that the Quirkless had to inherit the world from the Quirked, and he was losing the crowd rapidly. There were about a hundred people when he had started, but by now there were only twenty or so left, and rapidly diminishing. Unfortunately, it seemed this was just a waste of time.
"Don't you have a Quirk?" He finally asked.
"First, rude." The preacher replied, "Second, indeed, my Quirk is Narration."
"What does it do?"
"It allows me to remember everything I know perfectly, and narrate it to anyone that asks. It's a really bothersome Quirk that I really wish I didn't have." The preacher replied, sighing, "Case in point. This is why, friend, Quirks aren't a blessing! Is it fair that I'm forced to tell you any detail about myself you might ask, just because I remember them perfectly?"
"I mean, if you don't have anything to hide…" A guy said from the crowd.
"Everyone has something to hide!" The preacher was getting passionate, "But my Quirk means that if someone asks the wrong question and I answer to it, I am then compelled to recall and retell everything."
"What's your credit card PIN?" A guy asked from the crowd, but in response the preacher just looked away. All for One hummed. So he could choose to not speak at all, but if he did he was forced to reveal everything. That was quite the shitty Quirk, despite the memory boost, All for One had to admit.
Though, it could be useful for interrogations, by giving it to an unsuspecting victim, and…
'I'm in vacation.' He reminded himself, 'I will try to steal it next time if this guy is still around, but I don't want to cause a scene and ruin my free time.'
All for One shook his head, turned around and started to walk.
Only to bump into a teenager. Now, normally All for One would have easily stood in the face of such a small impact, but he happened to be mid-step when the teen walked into him, so he fell to the ground. 'How embarrassing.' He thought standing back up, 'Luckily this isn't Japan. If it was, I'd have to kill everyone to preserve my 'street cred'. A bother but what can you do?'
The kid meanwhile had grabbed his suitcase and rushed off. All for One shook his head and grabbed his own, before walking off in the opposite direction, toward his hotel. He would decide his vacation activity in his own room.
-x-
Rody grumbled. He thought he was free of the bad luck streak, and then he had gone and bumped into some two meters tall guy with shades that had given off an intense sense of bottomless dread for a moment, so much that Rody had picked up his suitcase quickly and rushed off. In hindsight, that was dumb, considering the guy was probably some old tourist.
Some old tourist hiding a six pack and built like a brick wall, if the impact was any indication, but the point remained. He grumbled and walked in the back alley, the preaching of the cultists simmering down. He sat there, waiting, while Pino next to him acted bored, almost falling asleep.
Rody would have said 'mood', but Pino was a reflection of his soul, so she was mood by definition. Instead, he had to stay up and vigil in case someone got any ideas about stealing the suitcase. Unlikely, but he didn't want to know what would happen if they did.
He yawned. Well, a boring day was better than an unlucky day. At this point, hardly anything could go wrong.
-x-
All for One stared at his suitcase. For some reason, the normal code wasn't opening the lock. Did he forget it? Impossible, he had opened the suitcase just a few hours earlier. Not to mention that he still had at least two memory Quirks. Activating one confirmed that he was, indeed, using the right number. With a roll of his non-existing eyes, he tapped the suitcase and used his Unlocking Quirk.
The suitcase opened with a satisfying clack, and he checked the content.
Uh, that didn't seem right.
He pulled out several large papers. Blueprints, if his surviving senses weren't deceiving him. The size and feel of the paper definitely seemed to lead in that direction. Unfortunately, one of the few things All for One could not do since he lost his eyes was read normal documents. Therefore, most people would have put the documents back in the suitcase, since it was obvious those were in some way confidential, and just went out to look for the rightful owner.
But he was All for One, the Symbol of Evil, so he had absolutely no intention to miss an opportunity to do what could be anything from stealing patents to industrial espionage. He was a bit bored that day, after all. He pulled out his phone, and using his various sensory Quirks he made sure to aim it properly at the papers to take pictures, and then called the Doctor.
"Good evening, sir." The man said immediately. All for One realized a moment later that it was around 1 AM in Japan. Thankfully, the Doctor liked to stay up late to work on the Noumus, so he was still in the lab.
"Doctor, we have to talk about your sleep schedule. It can't be healthy to work on corpses past midnight." It would be a bother if the doctor dropped dead and All for One was left without his medical expert. The list of possible replacements was really short, and by that he meant it pretty much started and finished with 'Kai Chisaki'.
Unfortunately, mad scientists willing to desecrate corpses for their master's gain were rare.
"On the contrary, sir, I doubt there is a better time to work on them." The man replied. All for One felt once more the need to roll his eyes, and then sent the picture.
"Garaki, can you check the picture I just sent? I think it will be something interesting."
Garaki sounded excited for a moment, before he let go a very discomforted sigh. "It's a very nice selfie, sir."
Self- Fucking blindness. Fucking All Might. Fucking frontal camera. "One second, Doctor, that wasn't what I hoped to send."
He turned the camera back on and carefully took another picture. Then, for good measure, pressed where the button to switch from front to back camera was and took another picture, before sending both to Garaki. "There you go, doctor."
"Well, the second one is another selfie, sir, but… Oh, those are some very interesting blueprints, Sir! Is there more?"
All for One grinned, "Of course doctor." And he started to take pictures of each of the blueprints. It was a bit of a trial and error process, since he had to photograph each of them individually on his bed, and from time to time he apparently ended up taking selfies instead, but they managed to photograph all the papers.
Then Garaki started to examine them all. All for One sat down, waiting.
"This is… very concerning, sir."
"Oh?"
"It's a Trigger Bomb project sir." Garaki explained, "Quite the interesting creation, this one. Apparently, someone has found a way to turn a concentrated form of Trigger, the quirk-enhancing drug, into a gas, and then has created a project for bombs capable to release said gas over a massive area. The smallest one would still cover several city blocks."
"Any idea what this would actually mean?"
"Most likely, every Quirked individual inhaling the gas will end up experiencing an extreme boost in their Quirk, likely above what their body can handle, and die in the process. This is… Well, this is a genocide plan, I'd say."
All for One couldn't help but feel a bit impressed. In his long list of crimes, he had collected mass murder, city-wide destruction, and once 'paying every single artist on the internet an exponential amount of money to make them all draw NTR art of his brother's favorite protagonist getting ducked by his waifu with his shitty rival', but even he had never stepped into the field of full-blown genocide.
On the other hand, this might be a slight problem for him.
"Say, Doctor, this is a very nice scheme, but how would it affect me?" All for One asked.
"Uhm… Have you ever tried Trigger?"
"No, my doctor says it might be bad for me." All for One replied.
"… Since when do you listen to me?"
"I always listen to you."
The Doctor took a sharp breath. "You what, sir?"
"I always listen to you."
"Like the time I told you to stop drinking and you told me, and I quote, 'Fuck the police, fuck the system and fuck you?"
"I was thirty-four!"
"That's a perfectly sane adult, not a pesky teenager!" The Doctor shouted.
"Well I needed to be drunk to get a ticket for drunk driving! I was only missing that from the list of minor crimes!"
"Minor- You ran over thirty-three people!"
"Thirty-five." All for One corrected. He wouldn't let the Doctor get his first mass murder wrong. "And still, that was one time!"
"What about the smoking? I told you to stop and you didn't listen."
All for One groaned, "When will you stop bringing it up? I stopped after that one cigarette!"
"That you smoked in the hospital, in front of a pregnant woman and her firstborn with lung problems!"
"Because I had to get the highest fine! Do you know how hard it is to make someone take a violation like that seriously? It took a lot of improvisation!"
"And what about the time when I told you to come to my award ceremony and you skipped on me?!"
"My father had just died!"
"You murdered him!"
"Of fucking course I did, the old man was sick and I only had that one shot at parricide! It's not my fault his doctor was a quack that couldn't keep him alive long enough for me to kill him after your award ceremony!"
"I was that doctor!"
"That was my point!"
For a moment they both growled at each other, then All for One sighed, "Very well, Doctor, I acknowledge I might have… ignored your suggestions sometimes. However, I assure you I never tried Trigger. I completed my collection of public drug use fines decades ago."
The Doctor sighed too, "I'm sorry sir, it's late and that was a little unprofessional of me."
"Doctor, you know I don't mind from time to time. I acknowledge you as a friend, after all."
"Thank you, sir. For what is worth, I think your criminal record makes you a worthy dark overlord." Garaki replied. All for One grinned. Of course it was. "But to go back to your question sir, is that this would absolutely kill you. My theory is that you would either start absorbing all Quirks in the vicinity, within contact or not, and explode when your body can't bear them. Alternatively, you might instead activate at once every single Quirk inside you, and then they would get powered up by the Trigger, which would be equally lethal."
"I see. Well Doctor, it seems I have something to do in my downtime." He smiled. Well, this was going to be a good change of pace.
He had missed a good gang war. One that preferably didn't involve Inko. All for One was evil, not stupid.
"Understood sir. I shall prepare a couple of High End in case you need them."
"Excellent thinking, Doctor." All for One replied. Garaki really understood him. He truly was a great friend, willing to commit atrocities against nature and crimes against humanity.
Everyone should have a friend willing to do both.
-x-
Rody was about to call it quits, since it seemed his contact would be late, when suddenly a group of seven or so people in cult clothes emerged from the other end of the alley. Humarise members. He grimaced. His father had come into contact with Humarise and had worked for them, which had led to Roro, Lala and Rody being ostracized.
Which was probably why Stanleyk was so sparse on details.
He sighed and shook his head. 'Head in the game Rody. Make the delivery, get the cash, and get out.'
"Do you have the suitcase?" The man in the center asked. He was tall, towering over Rody easily, but he couldn't see his features behind the mask and cape he was wearing.
"Sure. Here." He handed over the suitcase, and the man looked at it, before handing it over to one of his underlings. The man froze.
"Uh, sir, why did you hand me the suitcase?"
"So you can check what's inside." The man growled.
"But I don't know the passcode."
"Yes you do, Beros told you."
Another cultist raised his hand, "Uh, sorry sir, but that was me."
"What? I thought you were the one supposed to bring the money."
"No sir, that was me." A third cultist said.
The leader grumbled. "Ugh, why do we all wear the same mask… Alright, you, give the suitcase to the passcode guy. You, get the money ready if it works."
Rody felt the need to sock his father in the face. 'Seriously dad, of all the options to jump into working for a Villain, you chose these clowns? I'd have far better tastes.'
"Sir, the passcode doesn't work." The guy that was trying to open the suitcase.
Wait what?
He looked up, just as all the cultists turned toward him. Pino hid behind his neck, but Rody feigned being calm. "Relax folks, I'm sure it's just a problem with the lock. I can help."
"It better be." The leader turned toward the others, "Anyone here knows how to pick a lock?" He asked. The folks behind him looked to each other, pointedly avoiding their leader's gaze. The man grumbled something, then pointed at Rody. "Open it, but don't even try to peak inside."
"I would never dream about it." Rody replied, stepping forward, pulling a hairpin from his pocket, and getting to work. It was a really good lock, he had to admit, and it took him several attempts, before the suitcase was unlocked. Making a show of looking away, he stepped back. "Done."
"Good. Check inside." The leader instructed one of his minions. The man did. "There are four suits, a toothbrush, a pair of shoes, souvenirs, and a list of names with a pen."
That was clearly not what was supposed to be in the suitcase, if the way the leader slowly turned was any indication. "What?"
"There are four suits, a toothbrush-"
"I heard you! I want to know why the fuck there's that stuff inside! What's on the list?"
The man obediently checked. "Sir, it's in Japanese." The man reported.
"Who the fuck speaks Japanese in Otheon?"
Rody froze. He distinctly remembered a person that spoke Japanese in Otheon. The guy he had hit earlier had murmured something in that language as he stood back up.
The guy with a grey suitcase.
A suitcase identical to the one Rody had…
'Oh no…' Rody took a step back. As it turned out, that was a bad idea.
"What did you do?!" The leader snarled, and then he started to grow in size, reaching and passing the two meters while his arms turned into iron clubs.
"I don't know!" Rody said, feigning ignorance.
"You better know something, or I will splatter you over the wall." The man said, ignoring his feigned ignorance. Rude.
"Uhm… Errr…" He looked around, unsure of what to say. Was he willing to throw under the bus an innocent Japanese tourist.
"Hello." Said Japanese tourist exclaimed, entering the alley all of a sudden, speaking in perfect English, grey suitcase in hand, "I believe one of you took my suitcase."
"He took it!" Rody said. Yup, he absolutely could throw a Japanese tourist under the bus.
Rogone rushed forward to attack, and Rody closed his eyes. There was a scream that echoed in the alley. 'Oh god, I just killed a man! No, wait, he walked in here, he had already confessed. That makes it not my f-'
"Could you open your eyes? It's rude to not know if you are looking at me." The voice of the Japanese tourist said.
'Oh god, we were both killed and now I'm trapped in hell with him!' He slowly opened his eyes, ready to face Satan for his crimes, but instead he was still in the alley. The Japanese tourists was looming over him, fedora hat on his head, sunglasses on his face, a black shirt with a tie and black pants completing the ensamble.
Oh right, and his clothes were covered in blood, mostly on his sleeve.
"Oh shit, he killed Rogone!" One of the thugs said. Rody blinked, looking down on the street. The giant man – Rogone, apparently – now laid on the ground near the opposite wall. Except he was now a bit shorter than he had been before transforming and had normal arms. Oh, and covered in blood pooling from a hole in his chest as large as a human fist.
"Yes, I'm afraid he is Ro-gone." The man declared. No one laughed, which Rody found rather understandable but seemed to displease the big guy, "Mh, am I that off my game with menacing jokes? People used to piss their pants when I made them."
"Die!" One of the thugs suddenly shouted, pulling out a gun.
Rody closed his eyes, terrified, and uselessly flailed his arms in front of his face, but the shot wasn't aimed at him, instead hitting the guy in the chest. And again. And again. And again. And again. After the sixth shot, the revolver clicked empty.
Rody didn't know what to expect of a man dying. Either that he would cough out blood and then fall to the ground, dead, or that he would just ragdoll down where he stood.
Instead the man winced, spat some blood, and then touched the wound on his chest. "That hurts, you know that? I try to not pick a fight with the Green Valley Clan for a reason, and it's not just because they have the Tiger of Musutafu." He rushed toward the man, grabbed him by the throat, and there was some sort of red light as he strangled him, before dropping him to the ground, "Ah, I got Narration. This sucks."
"Die!" The other screamed, pulling out automatic rifles from their capes and opening fire.
Some of the bullets hit their target, but the vast majority for some reason completely missed, hitting instead the walls, the ground, an unlucky pigeon that chose that moment to run away, and an innocent trashcan.
"Stormtrooper aim, seriously?" All for One mumbled, "Alright, listen year, I give you until five to run away, then I will murder all of you."
"Humarise will never surrender!" They shouted.
"One…"
They all dropped their guns and started to run.
"Five." The Villain – he had to be a Villain, right? - said, and then opened his hand.
A laser beam shot out of each of his finger, and five of the humarise members were murdered, dropping to the ground dead. The last two stumbled on their dead comrades, but managed to run past them and disappear in an alley.
The Villain sighed, stepping forward to check his suitcase, making sure everything was still in its place. His glasses had fallen to the ground, and Rody saw that he had no eyes, instead only scar tissue covering his face. He gulped.
"Uhm, it seems it's all still there…" He paused at the paper, and passed his finger over it. "Ah, yes, all is good." He closed the suitcase, and walked forward, stopping in front of Rody. For once, him and Pino moved in unison, both trying to make themselves as small as possible.
"Hi, I'm All for One." The man said. Nice, Villain name, definitely evil, cool cool cool.
"R-Rody Soul?"
"Hi Rody. You stole my suitcase."
"It was an accident?" Rody retorted weakly.
"I know. That's why you are still alive." All for One said, and Rody felt his heart ready to burst out of his chest. "That said, I'm fairly sure you are now on a very short murder list from those guys, since I protected you. I'll count to ten, and you have until then to tell me why I shouldn't leave you to get killed now."
"Eeeeek!"
"One, Two…"
"Uhm, I… I…"
"Four…"
"But that's not after…"
"Six…"
"I have eyes!" Rody shouted, covering his face.
"… That's very ableist of you, Rody." All for One said, "Eight…"
"No, I… I mean…" Rody coughed in his fist. Alright Rody, time to make the best goddamn sales pitch of your life, "I mean, sir, you… can't see, right? Or well, you can't see written text, is that right? And there are other things you can't do, like writing, or reading a message, or driving, or piloting…"
"And you can?" All for One asked.
Rody nodded, unable to even speak.
"Uhm…"
"I'm also a good thief, know the country well, and can run away from anyone!" He added.
All for One said nothing, and Rody was sure he was going to get killed. Roro and Lala would have to deal with the orphanage, he supposed. He would.
"Acceptable."
"Uh?" Rody blinked.
"It's enough to be useful, right now. Your survival is guaranteed so long as you keep proving yourself useful to me. We will do great things together. Or you will die. Either option sounds exciting."
Rody gulped, "Uhm… Thanks?"
"Think nothing of it. Also, is the bird your Quirk?"
"Pino? Y-Yeah, she is, you have a great eye for details, sir- No wait, I didn't mean to say that!" Rody covered his face again, but then he realized All for One had walked past him and had grabbed Pino.
"Interesting. It feels like a real bird, but I can tell that I'm not holding a real living thing, somehow. Absolutely fascinating, probably one of the Quirks tending more toward the Singularity." He tossed the bird back to Rody, "Alright, get up, kid."
"Why?"
"Because otherwise that sniper up there will kill you." All for One said, pointing above their head. Rody jumped up as an arrow slammed into the ground, where he was a moment ago, and then started to float back up to re orient itself towards him. Rody yelped, but All for One just grabbed the arrow and snapped it in half.
"Ah, a Homing Quirk of some kind, this brings back memories." An arrow struck him in the shoulder, "And good aim too!"
"Shouldn't we leave?!" Rody shouted.
"Of course, of course. Just a moment." All for One sighed, and then dramatically swoon back, "Oh no, a sniper. Whatever will I do?! I am doomed!"
Rody found that rather suspicious, "Uhm, sir…"
"Die, Quirk user!" A woman shouted from the building above them, and All for One grinned as another arrow hit him in the chest.
"Oh no, she got me again, what can I do? It's not like I'm the Symbol of Evil, and I can undo her sole advantage by teleporting her toward me!"
"Exact- Wait wha- Wha-" The woman started to retch, as black sludge emerged from her mouth and surrounded her, before she vanished from the rooftop and reappeared face to face with All for One. Rody's eyes went wide, just as the archer's did, and then All for One touched her head.
"Yoink." He said, and the girl collapsed to the ground. The girl wore a green hood and cape over a dark grey and black combat suit that extended to cover her face too, and white boots. She had a quiver of arrows on her back, and short green hair partially covered by the green hood.
"What… What did you…" She muttered, confused.
"I took your Quirk." All for One said, ignoring Rody's gasp at the revelation, "Now, if you want me to give it back-"
He was cut off by a scream of joy. "I'm… I'm Quirkless! Oh god, thank you!" She turned toward All for One, "Thank you, my savior! You must be the promised messiah of Humarise! The man that is destined to save us all!"
Rody blinked, and then against his better judgment opened his mouth, "No, I think he plans to ki-"
"Yes I am." All for One declared, and Beros bowed to the ground. "I am the messiah."
"He is the messiah! My lord, I will serve you for the rest of my life!" Beros declared, "I just beg you to heal all of Humarise like you did with me!"
Rody's jaw fell open, and he slowly looked toward All for One, whose grin was growing quickly.
"Of course I will. So long as you properly behave, I will not give you back your Quirk, as I was saying earlier." All for One declared, ignoring Rody's comment that he was clearly going to say the opposite, "All I need is for you to take me to them." All for One replied.
"Certainly, my lord!"
"See, Rody?" All for One said, "We have a guide. You better start to pull your own weight, kid, or I might not need you pretty soon…"
Rody gulped, "I…"
And then the two Humarise members returned, and not alone. More warriors from the cult followed them. "Well then." All for One said, "Come on, show me how we escape."
"Yes, I think…" He looked around. Not far from them was the main road, and a parking lot for motorcycles. One of those was bound to be a sidecar. "Yeah, I have a plan."
-x-
"… And that is how we ended up here." All for One said as his bike plummeted into the darkness, having just jumped off the dead end of the bridge, "Well, I skipped a long escape through the roads of Otheon in which I murdered a lot of people, and where I accidentally activated Narration, but as you can see, all of this was perfectly logical."
"We are gonna die!" Rody shouted.
"I'm not." All for One replied.
"Of course not, my lord!" Beros shouted.
And then All for One sighed looked at a clearing ahead, touching the shoulders of Beros and Rody.
A moment later they were vomiting mud, and another saw them vanish from the motorcycle and reappear on the hill's clearing. Rody fell to the ground, gasping. Beros did the same, though in her case she was crying of joy. "Our savior saves us again…" She muttered.
"Yes, after he almost drove us to our deaths!" Rody shouted.
"Do not question our lord and savior!"
"Children, children. Calm down." All for One put a hand on each of their shoulders. Rody felt a shiver down his spine. Looking at Beros, he was fairly sure she was feeling a shiver too. Although, she didn't seem to find it as uncomfortable. Before he could think about it further, All for One removed his hand, "Now listen. Beros, where is Humarise's main base?"
"Kleyd, my lord. I know the location and the way to get there from the border, if we can get there."
"Good. Rody, you heard her, find us a way toward Kleyd's border." He said, and Rody nodded.
"S-Sure. I know the way. Uhm, could I just call my siblings and tell them I'm ok?"
"Oh dear, did you hear that Beros? He has a sibling."
"I have two."
"Not for long if you don't do what I say, you don't." All for One replied, and Rody let those words sink in, gulping again. Right, his new boss was the Symbol of Evil and very much not a good guy. Let's put a pin on that.
"N-Nevermind sir. But if I may ask, what did Humarise do to anger you this much?" Rody asked.
"They are planning to genocide people with Quirks. Isn't that right Beros?"
"Yes my lord! The Quirkless shall inherit the Earth!" Beros shouted, "But now our savior is here, and we don't need the bombs anymore." She added sheepishly when All for One stared at her.
"Exactly." All for One said, rolling with the whole 'savior' bullshit as if he had expected it, "And while I don't hate their ambitiousness – evil respects evil and all that – unfortunately I have a Quirk and I don't plan to die. Now, Rody. The road."
"Y-Yes sir!" He nodded. Welp, this was it. He was going to die working for a Villain.
'You know dad, I take that back, sucking at choosing our bosses really does run in the family.' Well, he supposed it could have gone worse.
A droplet of rain hit him in the face. He turned toward Pino, who was staring at him angrily. "I know." Rody said, "I know…"
Rain started to pour down. Of course, All for One had a Quirk to keep himself and the suitcases he was somehow still carrying from getting wet.
Of course, he didn't even try to use the Quirk to protect Rody or Beros.
Rody really wished he had stayed in bed that morning.
(XX)
This is really just my MVA, considering it's the first chapter with no Izuku or Himiko in it.
Gotta say, it's fun for once to write a guy who has no moral compass and is just out here to do evil. Kinda refreshing.
I don't know why I end up writing Garaki and All for One as an old couple. I guess spending a century together makes them... superbros?
It's definitely a bromance.
This chapter could have also been titled "Rody Soul regrets every decision he has made until this very moment, starting from becoming an underworld delivery man and finishing at waking up this morning' but it was a bit too long.
Rip Rogone, your three fans are weeping- No I'm joking, no one cares.
Beros hates her Quirk. We don't know why, because it's clearly not a terribly negative Quirk, like Flect Turn's, nor one that would make her shunned just for having it, like Leviathan's or Rogone's, but apparently she does. So she immediately becomes AfO's number one fan when he gets rid of it.
And thus we have the boss, the straight man and the groopie going on an adventure to get rid of Humarise and block a possible genocide.
Oh by the way, on Monday I posted a new Izuku/Ibara one-shot called Love and its thorns. Check my profile to read it, if you feel like it. It's more romance fluff than MFLA but I'm sure it will be entertaining.