Chapter 1- Origins I

A blood red tie was pulled tight, a black suit was slowly patted down to chase away wrinkles, and white cuffs were adjusted out of habit.

All for One smiled as he settled atop a leather office chair. The room around him shrouded in darkness as he began to hum a happy tune.

He could not hide his merry mood, as it was impossible to forget the image that replayed in his head over and over again.

Hands coated with blood, his hands coated with blood, the blood that belonged to the woman he had hated more than his own brother.

Her black raven hair, the look of hope on her face despite missing the lower half of her body, and a mole underneath her perfect pearly whites begrudgingly strained in a weak smile.

Oh, how he really hated that smile.

All for One frowned, but the following image from his memory quirk changed and caused his signature grin to appear like fire on dry grass. The memory of her eyes of hope slowly losing life. The death grip on his ankle loosening until her hand fell with a thud, and her last breath visible in the frigid air of winter.

Nana Shimuru was dead, and not a day went by where All for One did not allow himself to revel in the bliss of that god forsaken woman leaving the land of the living.

Now, he had to deal with her little pet project called All Might. He had fled to Japan, in vain of course, but nonetheless had luckily given himself time to develop.

All for One had his followers in many places, but Japan was not one of them, so he would need to bide his time for now.

Grow more in power, slowly poison the water of the small eastern island, and then lay waste to the hope All Might was guaranteed to foster there.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, that would take a few years.

Years he was currently spending looking through the files before him as continued to hum quietly.

The papers gave information on kids that had manifested a quirk, but without someone with an information quirk they might as well have been quirkless. It had been in his best interest to look at these emitter types, as without actively using their power it was nigh impossible to guess what they could do.

All for One was fond of such quirks, as it complemented his underhanded tactics quite well. He loved the shadows, and they too, loved him. To imagine summoning a tornado with a slight bend of his finger gave him joyful shivers.

"Hm?" All for One stopped sifting through the images of the children, his red pupils thinning as he made sure that his Analysis quirk was truly active.

It allowed him to gleam a basic description for any quirk by looking at someone, even if that was through an image. It worked as long as the image was what they currently looked like. It was a truly insignificant drawback to such a resourceful power to which had and would aid in his quest for power.

As Such, All for One could do little to keep his heart steady as he once again looked at the child before him, his Analysis quirk giving him information that made him grow quiet.

[ Allows one to alter Fate ]

Fate Alteration?

"Fate…" he spoke out loud because of his shock. "How does one quantify something so… elusive?"

All for One had lost his smile for the second time today, a record he hoped to keep at this number going forward.

However, it was proving quite difficult as he found his curiosity growing with each passing second.

"Fate… is it set in stone? Do I have a Fate? Does the quirk affect the wielder or everyone else? What is Fate?"

Questions.

All for One tossed the files upon the desk before him while quickly standing up. The action caused the leather chair he sat in to clatter on the floor. Making sure he knew the location from what he read, his body began to lose its color.

He slowly became more transparent as if he were a ghost, and then, he was gone.

In Texas, amongst a vibrant classroom decorated with the many colors of the rainbow and caked in excess glitter, the man most dreaded by all appeared out of thin air.

Before him, dozens of small children colored, played small board games, and even went as far as using a marker to make squiggles on their sleeping teacher's face.

Not one of them noticed that a villain feared by the world was before them, his presence undetectable even as he slowly walked forward.

"Adin." The name left his lips like venom as he saw the boy who had locks of pure white hair, golden irises which were locked onto the floor, and small lips quivering as a boy next to him pointed and laughed.

"Adin is quirkless, Adin is quirkless." The boy continued to parade around Adin, chuckling and even going as far as to spit on the boy.

All for One loomed behind the bully after a few more steps, his hand casually reaching down and grabbing the child by the shoulder.

Slowly, the bully felt something washing over him, something that made every muscle in his body lock up.

Dread.

Then, without even being able to scream, he turned to dust.

All for One stepped over the small pile that was once the boy, grinning so hard it threatened to pass his ears.

"Adin." He spoke his name once again.

This time, the villain allowed himself to be heard, the white haired boy flinching slightly as he raised his head to meet All for One's gaze.

"W-W-Who are you?"

All for One laughed, so hard his stomach hurt and one of his hands clasped his face in agony. The boisterous laughter continued undeterred for an entire minute, and Adin shivered as he could only watch. There was an overwhelming fear that kept him still, his mind telling him any move he made would be his last. He could only state, hoping the man before him was all his imagination.

He was wrong, All for One no longer laughing, his massive hand gripping Adin's as he appeared before him in an instant. He lifted up the boy with little effort.

"I do not do this often Adin, my dear friend, but I must apologize, your quirk is just too interesting to be left alone."

Adin tried to wrestle away his grip, shouting and screaming as All for One's fingers drew blood from keeping him still.

"No no no Adin, the struggle makes the pain so much worse. I wish my victims would understand that tidbit during the process. Although, your squeals are music to my ears, only if that bitch Nana would do the same as she bled out at my feet."

All for One quickly caught his smile that had almost fallen for the third time today. He shook his head, determined not to let that woman take away anymore of his time, she was dead anyways.

His grip loosened in a second, Adin lifelessly thudding to the floor. The dozens of children unaware that All for One had taken his quirk and replaced it.

Now, Adin had a quirk that would turn anything he touched with both hands to ash.

Once someone realized that a student was missing, and a suspicious pile of ash was all they could find, they would worry. Police would aimlessly look, the boy's parents would cry, but all would be brought to light when Adin eventually used the quirk All for One had so graciously given him. Along with altering his memory where the last two minutes were all but a blank in his mind, no one would suspect him, like they would believe the boy anyways.

Just the thought of Adin carrying the burden of taking life made him shiver in delight, but he had bigger things on his platter.

A juicy meal waiting for him to ravage, so in excitement, he pulled up the quirk he took and activated it.

Then… nothing.

All for One waited, and if one could describe him generally it would be that he was a patient man, along with petty, vain, and many-many more things best left unsaid.

In good faith of his character, he did not mind the long wait, or well at first.

After an hour, he clicked his tongue and teleported away, reappearing atop the statue of the renowned hero Atlas. The current number one hero of America.

He found joy in resting the soles of his shoes on his head, but he could not relish it enough as he was currently focused on his surroundings. He listened closely, activated every sensory quirk in his fifty quirk arsenal, and once again waited. He made sure to take in the slightest movements around him, lusting for the moment of truth.

However, his query was left with one answer, nothing.

"Hm, what did I expect? I suppose only time will tell what this quirk does, but I cannot dwell and hope for answers. Maybe in taking actions its use will become clear."

All for One turned, looking eastward, his eyes not on the metropolis before him but farther than any eye or visual quirk could potentially see.

Thousands of miles away, the country of Japan was within his sights, his grin lifting in anticipation.

"Just wait Yoichi, your pathetic struggle will come to an end soon enough." All for One began to disappear. "In due time brother, we shall reunite, and I will tear this word asunder to rebuild the society I so desire."

With that, he was gone, a whisper in the quiet park that was chilled by the night.

Little did All for One know however, because of activating such a quirk, things had shifted ever so slightly.

His presence alone had scattered the flowing wind, the same wind that had now changed course. It blew past a man holding a newspaper. The same newspaper that was ripped out of his grip and thrown into the bike lane in front of him.

Before the man could even react, a passing cyclist was soon blinded as it abruptly caught against his face. The biker's hands came up in surprise as his vision was suddenly impaired. He swerved into the lanes next to him, vehicles turning sharply and causing chaos as cars crashed into one another and screams of a non existent villain attack.

From there, like a chain reaction, everything began to change.

A ripple that slowly washed over the world, making the branches that should have grown straight and strong flare outwards without control and become fragile.

So much so, all the way in Japan, a small gust of wind that had seemingly caused all of it had brushed against a fly sunbathing on a street facing wall.

The fly moved from its spot in fear, and in a rush began to travel downward, doing so until it suddenly sensed the smell of food.

Quickly, the fly dived further down, harassing a young lady who wanted to enjoy the rice balls she had bought from a street vendor. Begrudgingly, the woman swatted at the fly, her attention faltering ever so slightly as she did so.

As a result, she tripped, gasping in shock and fear as the sidewalk rushed to meet her.

Luckily, she was stopped abruptly, a man hurriedly helping her to her feet and bowing slightly.

"I am sorry, I only touched you to save you from falling." The man sheepishly said as he scratched the back of his head nervously, then returned to bowing constantly like his life depended on it.

The woman before him blinked rapidly at the display of passion, chuckling and nodding equally as fast, "It's fine, thank you, I appreciate it. The name is Hastunori Ruqa."

"Ah." The man finally gained a sense of poise. "Hisashi Midoriya."

The pair exchanged a few looks in silence, both coming to a realization that the other was quite attractive.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was in these small glances that fate had changed drastically. The pillars that supported the future crumbling slowly. The foundation of what would be the familiar future of My Hero Academia shifting, which caused the carefully crafted fate of the world to topple over.

Everything that should have happened did not; things that were unable to change did so. And now the future was shrouded in mystery.

Although, it would soon be unveiled, starting with the death of All Might. The eighth wielder of the mysterious power One for All not able to pass it on to a successor before he was ambushed by All for One, there ensuing fight one that would go down in history.

And with One for All now gone, All for One was unhindered in setting his plans to raise his own successor in motion.

However, he had been injured gravely in the battle, and now his life now held on by threads so thin perhaps a lousy right hook could end him.

Still, All for One could not help but look forward to what was to come, but he was unaware that the fate he himself had altered would come for him.

Funnily enough, it would do so in the shape of a young boy with curly green hair that was currently gripping his Endeavor toy with as much force a four year old could muster.

"Izuku, sweetie, please stop. You might end up decapitating your toy, think about Mr. Todoroki and how he feels."

Izuku blinked a few times slowly, nervously smiling and looking up at his mother, "Why is it taking so long Ka-san, do I… do I not have a quirk?"

Ruqa exhaled, using a petite hand to swipe her baby blue hair over her shoulders. "Izuku, what did I say about listening to that boy Katsuki, he is just scared your quirk will be better than his."

Izuku sniffled, "I just, I want to be a hero mom, what if my quirk can't be used for Hero work? What if it's not as cool and flashy as Kacchan's? What if-"

Ruqa flicked her son's forward, causing him to finally shut up and rub the red mark between his eyes.

"Ow, why did-"

He was cut off by the door opening, a slightly chubby and balding doctor stepping in and lightly closing the door.

"So?" Ruqa questioned as the doctor took a seat on a chair across from them.

"Your son's quirk is quite interesting. In our experiments and experience we could infer it is heavily connected to his emotions. You said it manifested when he could not find his toy, correct?"

Ruqa nodded, "Yes, then green flames erupted from him and streamed across his room where they engulfed his toy that had been under his bed."

The doctor nodded, "Indeed, and with our previous tests with Midoriya-shounen, the fire seemed to follow or seek out the objects around the room. The emerald flames emitted next to no heat and were merely aesthetic."

Ruqa nervously followed along, stealing side glances at her son who was leaning forward and trying to understand every word the doctor spoke.

"We have given his quirk the name Hunter's Flame. It can seek out objects that Midoriya-shounen wants to find. The limits of such an ability still need to be tested, but from what we have seen he just needs an apt description." The doctor grunted in appreciation. "His quirk could do wonders for search and rescue, and I even know a few hero teams that would want to snatch him up the second he graduates from a hero school. Of course, if your son wishes to go to one after all, though his toy is somewhat of a giveaway."

Ruqa let out the breath she was holding, looking to her son who seemed confused by what exactly his quirk could do but was nonetheless happy.

He could be a hero, maybe not like All Might or Endeavor, or even Atlas, but for now the particular fact was pushed away to the back of his mind. All he knew was that he could follow his dreams, and that was enough for him.

"I hope to hear great things about your son madam, now I have many more children to talk to so I must end this talk early, if you have any more questions my assistant outside will answer them."

Ruqa nodded gleefully, waiting for the doctor to leave the room before hugging her son and kissing his forehead.

"Do you hear that Izuku, you can be a hero."

The boy began to cry at those words, so much so that it was honestly a question of how much water he had to have such a long stream flow out.

Nonetheless, he was happy, but his joy would soon be taken from him.

And it was this same boy that everyone had deemed weak, worthless, a Deku; that would rise to become the greatest hero of the world.

One of the few who would brave the darkness that was patiently waiting for its time to consume, festering within the walls of hero society and ever so slightly making such a pedestal crack.

Fate, what a slippery thing it was, and oh how fragile were its roots.

One tug, and everything changes.