Really? Some shitty warehouse? This is where Akira set up shop? Majima had thought he'd set up in somewhere a bit more classy, like a highrise or something. Either way, he was just glad he finally managed to find this place. It had taken him a week or two, as well as many late nights spent trying to deal with Giran's specific brand of bullshit, but he'd finally managed to steal enough intel that led him to some doctor's office in Musutafu. Sneaking in to that guy's office was easy, and after hours of looking through his files and scouring through his computer, Majima was able to find some receipts for high-end medical equipment that were shipped to some warehouse in Kamino. When this whole thing is over, he's treating himself to a vacation. He'd been off the grid for far too long, and it's gotten to the point where the school isn't answering his calls anymore.

He'd called in for some back-up, as soon as he'd realized that this was the place, but he'd only gotten static. That'd been weird, shouldn't the staff at school be free this week? All of the students supposedly left for that training camp thing a day or two ago, so he doesn't know why Yamada or Nezu weren't answering their phones. Even Yagi wasn't picking up, but he might still be a bit upset at Majima for calling him Skeletor that one time. But the others didn't make sense, was something going on that he wasn't aware of? Whatever, he'd found this place, and that was that. Now all he had to do was find Akira in this maze of dark hallways and Nomu cont-

What?

He got closer to the containers that he's been walking past for a while and took a look inside. Bulging eyes, exposed brains. Yep, these were Nomu. They certainly fit the description that Yagi had given him. Fuck, Akira, what are you doing? This ain't right, in any sense of the word. He's gotta walk away, these things were starting to creep him the fuck out. With one last shiver of disgust, he continued down the hallways, checking inside of every room he came across, but he couldn't find Akira. This is bullshit, he knows that Akira was here. The supply list called for respirators and morphine, and while the Nomu have their eyes glazed over, Majima doubted that Akira was giving them the courtesy of painkillers.

He walked into yet another room, this one looked more like a security room, which was stupid for a warehouse. Why would you need this many cameras for a shitty wa-

"Come to confess your sins, old friend?" He had to try with all of his might not to jump in surprise when he heard that voice. Akira sounded older than Majima could ever remember. He must have spent quite some time before getting that longevity quirk. Maybe he can rub that in a bit, it might be a sore spot for him. He walked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the man's face. Or, as it would seem, his lack thereof.

"Don't know, you planning to kill those too?" Wow, that came out much more bitter than he'd thought it would. Even Akira seemed surprised by that. Er, he thinks? "Eugh. Speaking of sins, the fuck happened to your face?"

"Yagi Toshinori happened."

"Gotta buy him a drink next time I see him."

"Oh? So you've met our 'glorious symbol of piece', is that right?"

"Something like that."

They stared each other down for a few minutes, before Akira gestured to a glass of something on the table in front of him. He picked it up and held it out for Majima, "Would you like a drink, old friend? I feel that you might like it, when you hear my next question."

"I'm going sober for the time being, guy."

"Oh? The Majima Kokiri I knew would have never passed on a free drink."

"There's a lot of things the Majima Kokiri you knew would do that I won't."

"Do you remember what happened the night before, Kokiri?"

Oh shit, he was right, just hearing that question made him want to blackout. Majima looked at the glass that the man was offering him, taking it with a growl and a reluctant nod of thanks, whether he could see it or not. He downed it, feeling that all-too-familiar burn in his throat. Johnnie Walker. Akira had remembered his favorite brand. Ain't that bittersweet. "We cut our hands, all four of us. We all bled into the glass, and then we all took a sip. I don't remember anything after that, but we were making a promise in blood, right? We promised we were going to build a better world."

"A world where we would reign as gods."

"I didn't think the qualification for godhood was fratricide."

Akira laughed at him. "Look who did their homework. Did you memorize a script for our bicentennial reunion? Did that little Nezu help you look through the dictionary?"

"I've had 200 years to think about the shit you pulled, buddy. I've been sitting on this shit for a long, long time."

"Is that so? Because you seem to be forgetting one little detail of that night. Jin said something that would change everything, but none of us knew it then. Do you remember?"

"I don't fuckin… He said something to Aimi. Don't remember what it was. Memory is too far gone."

Akira leaned forward, "Jin told her, 'If I could, I'd give you my quirk. I know you want to help out, but without a quirk, you're safer if you stay back.' And what happened a few months later?"

"Aimi developed a quirk, so what?"

Akira made a gesture that looked like he would be pinching the bridge of his nose,"Oh for god's sake, use your head for once, Kokiri! Quirks are a genetic trait, that's why families have similar quirks. I can take and give quirks at will, so why the hell would Jin only have a stockpile quirk? I gave him that quirk, but I didn't give it to Aimi. So what does that tell you?"

Oh, shit. "I guess you're telling me that Jin found a way to give his quirk to Aimi? But that doesn't make sense, why her? I get it, they were dating and all, but wouldn't someone else make better use of it? Someone who was already trained, one of hero friends, that would make far more sense."

"That's why I believe that the transfer was unintentional. I'd like to explain some things for you, would you like to sit down?" He gestured to the chair across from him.

Majima sighed, "Fine, legs are getting tired, anyway."

"The power that Jin transferred was the antithesis to my own, and was called One for All for that ver-"

"That's… Kind of a lame name."

"Coming from the man who calls himself, 'The Watcher', that's pretty rich. And just what are you wearing, anyway? A cloak? Are those even in style anymore? As I was saying, One for All can only be transferred through the consumption of genetic material, as well as with the desire for it to be passed on."

Majima tried to ignore that little hit to his codename, "I hear enough shit from my students when it comes to my fashion sense, so shut it. So, this 'desire' bit of it, you think that's why Aimi got it, instead of us? Jin only wanted for her to get it?"

"It would seem that way. I lost track of One for All for quite some time after that, but I found it again when a hero by the name of Shimura Nana began to hunt me down, quickly followed by Yagi Toshinori when I killed her off."

"It must have went from Aimi to Okoye the Brave, then to Ultraman, then to Wilfre. If you're telling me they used a series of successors, then that's who had it after Aimi died. Okoye was quirkless, back when she was Kori's babysitter, but after a while, she started training with Aimi. Her quirk manifested shortly before UA opened for it's first classes. Hell, Aimi had even called herself One for All, but I thought that was a stupid callback to Jin's old catchphrase. You're telling me that Aimi tried to carry on Jin's dream through a whole lineage of heroes?"

"Oh no, that was only a side project. Besides achieving my brother's admittedly childish dream, that whole line of heroes have been molded and trained to kill me. And if my research is correct, then I believe that All Might has already passed on One for All to the next successor."

"Well, I've thought that Izuku's strength quirk was kind of weird."

If Akira still had eyebrows, he'd probably be raising them. "Izuku? Now that's a name I've heard quite a bit about, recently."

Aw shit. "I- I didn't mean to say that."

"If I'm remembering correctly, my Tomura will often begin ranting and raving about a boy named Midoriya Izuku. Would they happen to be one in the same?"

"I really shouldn't have said tha- Y'know what, might not be the appropriate time to ask this, but do you mind doing your old friend Kokiri a solid and not sharing that information with anyone. Or acting upon that information at all. I didn't say shit, okay?"

"Hmm…"

"Akira! Let's just- What were we talking about? Let's go back to that, yeah? One for All, line of successors, trained to kill you."

"Oh yes, that's right, almost did just that when Yagi had his chance, but I left quite the lasting mark on him in return."

"Oh shit, you're the one who tore a hole in his stomach? He never said anything, but I could have sworn that was Toxic Chainsaw."

"Toxic Chainsaw? That's one I haven't heard before. What was he like, do you know?"

"Some crazy, murderous dipshit who didn't know that killing people wasn't how you get by in the world. Kind of reminds me of a certain faceless asshole I know!"

"Oh, get off of your high horse, Kokiri! Don't act like you're a saint. Remind me, just how close did you get to Aimi after my brother died, huh? Closer than Jin ever did, isn't that right?"

"We were scared, and angry, and grieving. We'd just lost you, and Jin was gone for good! We didn't mean for it to happen, but I don't regret a single day of it."

"But you'd had your eye on her long before my brother got what he deserved! Stop acting like you were innocent in all of this!"

"Unlike you, I only ended lives, I didn't fucking ruin them! Everyone who's quirk you stole would have been better off dead, and that goes double for all of those poor fuckers you forced a quirk into!"

They were both breathing heavily. They'd been arguing with each other for quite a while at this point, and they were getting out of breath. They couldn't keep doing this forever, Majima was smart enough to realize that. He had to find a way to end this.

He held out his hand.

A tilt of the head and a scoff from Akira was the response he got."I'm not taking your hand, Kokiri. That's not how this works, and you've seem to have forgotten that. You take my hand, not the other way around. Now, if you want to bow to me like you did all those years ago, then maybe we ca-"

"Give them back."

He didn't have eyes, but Majima could still feel them boring into him. He never did like being interrupted. "What did I take from you? You don't have anything for me to give back. You never did. The only reason these people even keep you around, is because you have first-hand experience of a history that's been forgotten. I already have that, so why would I need you? You have nothing- You are nothing. So what am I supposed to be giving-"

"My friends!" He'd never yelled, truly screamed, at Akira before, but once he'd started he couldn't stop, like a floodgate, "Give me back my friends, and my family, and my daughter! I want you to give me back every black day I've ever known you! Every lie you've ever told me!" Majima hated it when he yelled and got angry, his breathing would get messed up. He'd sound all airy and winded, and he would start to stutter if he went on for too long, like a child throwing a tantrum. "Give me Kori, and Aimi! Arai, Ueno, Iwata, Ono, Harada, Tamura, Nakayama! Give them back! Then, once you've given back everything you've ever taken from anyone, you can talk to me like you're anything other than an abomination!"

"Look at you, trying to blame all of your problems on me. You seem to be forgetting all of those terrible things you've done in my name. Despite your age, you still act like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, refusing to take responsibility for all of the things you have done. I still have the records I kept of all our dealings in the past. Shall we take a look at everything I've paid you to do?"

With a scream of anger, Majima threw a punch at Akira, knocking him off of his chair and to the ground. "How the fuck do you feel now, bitch! Ain't nothin' if you can't take my quirk!"

Akira, with a speed that Majima didn't see coming, jumped to his feet and slammed his fist into Majima's stomach, following up with a barrage of punches. He threw his arms up in front of his face, trying to block what he could. He had to focus if he wanted to use desync, but Akira wasn't giving him a chance! throwing the time stopper across the room and into the wall, knocking over a ton of vials and beakers. They fell to the ground, shattering while Majima was finally able to activate desync, his body glowing a bright white. "Factor of 5!" He sped towards Akira like a rocket, so you can imagine his surprise when the no-faced bastard sidestepped his attack.

He can't focus on that, has to keep going. With that in mind, he kept attacking, trying to use the speed that desync gave him to find an opening, but whatever quirks Akira had made him far too fast. The idea that he was matching Factor of 5 was insane! He pumped it up to 30, and was finally able to get a hit in. A good hook to his right jaw had Akira reeling back, but the monster was able to catch his follow up, holding his fist in a tight hold that he couldn't break away from. His next punch met a similar fate, and the two were left pushing against each other, trying gain the upper hand. Majima dug his feet into the concrete beneath them, feeling it crumble into nothing beneath the power of the two behemoths' rampage.

Majima felt his eyes go wide when Akira's arms started to puff up, like they were inflating. He tried to pull away, but he was too weak. Fearsome black lightning filled his vision as a powerful blast of air hit him full force, sending him through a wall or two. He heard something break, but he didn't know if it was a bone or something he landed on. He tried to stand up-

Knives were plunged into his chest, and he screamed. His throat was raw, and he could feel tears streaking down his face. He glanced a look down, and he saw that Akira had plunged red and black fingers deep into his chest. He was pulling on something, and Majima felt like he was dying. "No, no, it'll destroy you! You can't!"

"I'm nothing if I can't take your quirk, that's what you said, wasn't it? Why don't I rectify that, old friend? Maybe once it's gone from your body, you'll crumble to dust, like all corpses do."

Majima screamed, feeling the fingers digging into his chest, twisting around his organs. "Akira, listen to me, you don't want my quirk, it'll kill All for One!" Majima felt it stop pulling, giving him a second to breath and calm his racing heart. Akira stood over him, and as stupid as it looked, from where Majima was sitting, that mask was terrifying. Akira used his other hand to wrap the fingers around Majima's right arm, and started to twist, breaking it, tearing muscles and ligaments, until he just tore it off. He threw it away, like it was a piece of garbage, before grabbing the other arm.

"Explain that little line for me, or I'll tear off the other one too." If that wasn't a good threat, than he doesn't know what is. Should probably cut to the chase.

"Time Stop locks you in your prime physical condition, and it will reset you back to that condition every 24 hours. If you mix it with All for One, it will recognize your quirk as a parasite, and will decide on the form you had before it developed. You'll be trapped as a child, unable to use All for One, and I know you, Akira. All for One is everything to you, and you would rather die than lose it, but if you take Time Stop, you won't be able to even die! You won't be able to gain a mastery of it and stop time, and any desync factor higher than 5 will tear your body apart whenever you use it!" He felt Akira pull those damn fingers away from him like he was just burned, and he guessed he didn't have a lie detection quirk. That's what Majima thought would happen if he took Time Stop, and he'd bet everything that he was right, but there was no way to be sure. He didn't want to fuck with time any more than he already does, so he couldn't mess around and find out.

He could feel Akira's eyes on him, filled with hatred. He wanted to laugh at the irony of it, but the whole building suddenly shook, and they could see down the long dark corridor that a giant chunk of the warehouse had been collapsed. "So they're finally here?" Akira turned back to Majima, and the time stopper watched as the palm of his hand opened up. A bone-like spear shot out and impaled his chest, right in the center. A few more followed the first, spearing through his stomach, legs, and his last remaining arm, and pinning him to the wall. One last spear pierced his throat, taking away his ability to call for help."I'll be back for you when this is over. It looks like the heroes have come to play. I sure do hope that Tomura is handling everything well on his end of things."

Akira walked away without a second thought, not even looking back as blood pooled around Majima's trapped body. A few wet, bloody gurgles was the only sound he could make. He had to hold on, his reset should only be a few hours away. He just has to not die until then. Fuck, his shoulder hurt. Well, everything hurt, but between stab wounds and a lack of an arm, he's gonna have to say that the arm takes it for worse injury. The most fucked up part is that Akira didn't even throw his arm far, he can still see it. It's starting to crumble into that blue dust stuff his body seems to love so much. That shit appears from nowhere, fills up all the holes in his body, leaves him good as new. Shame he can't reset himself at will.

The building is rocked by another explosion, and part of the roof collapses, blocking off Majima's view of the corridor. Great, now he's broken and bored. This is gonna take a while, isn't it. Fuck it, he'll just let himself die, they'll have probably found him by the time he wakes up. Either way, his arm will be back when he wakes up, so he'll just pull the spears out by himself if he has to. He really didn't want to though, that seems like it'd hurt.