A/N: Okay, so I had to update the chapter to fix some problems with italics and bold, but the I forgot to re-add this little intro, hopefully there aren't any more problems, if there are I may just ignore them. Anyway, back to what I was originally saying, I haven't seen BCS and I haven't watched MHA in a good while, so if I get things wrong, we'll just call it AU and move on.
"I tell ya, if I could I'd trade places." Walter said to Jesse. The two were out in the middle of nowhere, leaning on the trunk of a Cadillac De Ville. Saul stood off to the side as the two conversed.
"A whole lifetime ahead of you, with a chance to hit the reset button" Walter elaborated "In a few years this may all seem like a bad dream."
Jesse knew it was bullshit. He just wished Mr.White would tell it to him straight, to just say that he needed Jesse gone. Why else would they be out in the middle of nowhere? You don't just drag someone out to an area with no witnesses to politely ask they disappear forever.
Just as Jesse was about to tell him off, to get him to reveal the truth, a swirling purple mass appeared between the two and swelled massively in size to reveal a center as black as, well, a black hole.
It swallowed the two and the car as Saul watched in horror. He attempted to run but it expanded so fast he doubted he could outrun it even if he was in his car. He tried not to stumble over the bushes, but the damn things were everywhere.
His stumbling would be his downfall as the black hole caught up to him and he cursed the shrubbery as he fell through.
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All for One watched as Kurogiri writhed below him. He could tell his quirk had activated, but had no clue where. He sighed as he jotted down what he had suspected but was now confirmed. Kurogiri and trigger do not mix well, control over the portals is lost, negating any benefits the trigger may have. 'Oh well' he thought 'Perhaps the next one will fare better.'
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Walter groaned as he came to. He was sprawled put on the ground and propped his head on his elbows. He fumbled for his glasses and found them in the grass by his knee.
'Grass? What the hell?' Regaining his sight, he took a look around and was left even more confused. He was in some sort of park, with a cool breeze and plenty of pink trees. 'How are there Cherry Blossom trees in Albuquerque?'
Maybe it was the grogginess from just waking up, or perhaps a concussion from the fall, but a thought occurred to him, that maybe they weren't in Albuquerque anymore.
Wherever he was, he didn't mind, this calming breeze and comforting grass coild keep him forever.
Another groan to his right shocked him out of his stupor, and finally woke him up enough to really see around himself instead of some groggy haze.
He saw Jesse sitting against a tree, rubbing his eyes as he awoke. He saw Saul's Cadillac luckily upright behind a tree, though scratched and dented. His Chrysler was flipped over, the windows shattered, and smoke rising from the hood.
He looked above the wreck to find a leg dangling from a tree branch. "Saul?!" Walter shouted, running over to the tree to pull the lawyer down. Thankfully, it wasn't just a leg, and the whole ex con-man came down. He was fine for the most part, though he did have stray leaves and sticks in his mullet.
"Yo, what happened to Saul?" Jesse asked, causing Walt to jump a bit from his sudden appearance. "What the hell happened to you?" The chemist retorted.
Half of Jesse's face looked like one big bruise, similar to their first encounter with Krazy-8. "Yo I fell like 20 feet dick" Jesse analyzed his old teacher. "Why the fuck don't you look hurt" He added. The kingpin looked at himself on the cars side mirror. He was unscratched. "I guess I'm just lucky."
"Where the hell are we anyway Mr. White?" Walter had ideas, but it they were dismissed as ending up on the other side of the planet seemed ludicrous.
"I don't know."
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The trio spent hours searching for a spot to hide Saul's car. They couldn't just leave it in a parking lot or street and wait for it to get impounded, because it was their only means of transportation. They decided on parking it by a stream in the bushes.
The sun had set by the time they got to the Chrysler. The three managed to flip it over, and Walter attempted to fix the engine as much as he could, but they all could tell the car was a lost cause.
Jesse was tasked with getting rid of it. It coughed and sputtered the entire way, and the engine would die frequently. Finally, he managed to exit the park, destroying the greenery in his path.
"Yo are we in Japan?!" He nearly shouted to himself as the car dragged itself onto the road. The imposing buildings and skyscrapers were covered head to toe with foreign writing that he could barely recognize.
He pulled out his flip phone, which thankfully worked, and called Mr. White. "Hey-uh, I'm out on the street and-"
"What the hell are you doing on the road?! Are you trying to get us found out?!" Walter all but screeched into the phone.
"Nobody's gonna be out at night, and I'm trying to find a parking lot or something to leave your car in, bitch" Jesse shot back, "What the hell is up with that anyway, why am I having to get rid of your shit?"
"While you go out on your joyride, I have to figure out what the hell happened and our next course of action."
"Well I can tell you were in Japan dick."
"What?" Walter asked incredulously.
"The buildings, they all have kanakata and shit."
"You can read katakana?"
"Yea, back in high school I kinda got into anime, what does it matter?"
Walter massaged his forehead as he lost any bit of hope he had that they were still somehow in the states. He sighed and put the phone back to his ear, "Just get rid of the car and come back, we'll figure this out later."
Jesse hung up, slightly more irritated than before. After a solid half hour of driving around, he saw a beach coated with garbage as far as the eye could see.
"Perfect" he said to himself, and all but rammed the car into the piles of garbage. It was a good thing he arrived when he did, as any longer and the car may have died for good.
As he left the beach, he saw a beat up sign that was bent at 45 degree angle. He leaned his head to the side to attempt to read it. Thank god for that anime phase in his teens. "Do-ga-buh be-ch?" He sounded out.
Whatever, it didn't matter, he was heading back anyway. Only now did he realize a problem, how the hell was he gonna get back? Guess he better call Saul.
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One phone call later, and Jesse was in the back of the scuffed Cadillac, with Saul driving and Walter in the passenger seat.
"So, what now?" It was Jesse who broke the awkward silence.
"Well kid, we gotta figure out how to get home." Saul answered.
"Yea, I got that part, how are we gonna get home?" Jesse's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Couldn't we just call Lydia or someone to come get us?"
"That's the problem" Walter said "we can't get ahold of them, or anyone for that matter."
"It's even saying their numbers don't exist!" Saul jumped in.
Jesse looked at Saul like he had grown a second head "What the fuck? How is that possible?"
"How is possible that we're in Japan kid?"
Jesse conceded to his point. "So what's the plan?"
Walter checked his watch "We wait for the morning, find a library and see if they have a computer or internet and figure it out from there."
They rode through the empty streets in silence for a while before a thought hit Jesse. "Yo isn't it weird that we haven't seen anybody? Isn't Japan one of the biggest cities, like, ever?"
"I mean it's two in the morning" Saul began, checking the time "everybody's asle-"
A loud explosion down the street stopped their conversation, and the shockwave shattered the windows of the car.
"HOLY SHIT"
"FUCK"
"WHAT THE HELL"
The entire building, which Jesse recognized as a bank, seemed to be engulfed in fire as a lone hooded figure jumped from the second story window with his arms burning, carrying a large bag of what could be assumed to be a large money bag. It was almost cartoonish.The figure looked to them and almost seemed relieved. It began to run towards them.
"SAUL GET US OUT OF HERE" Walter demanded. He listened in horror as the engine sputtered and the figure got closer. The fire's heat made him sweat.
"IT WON'T START" Saul panicked, repeatedly turning the key and pressing on the gas. The engine sounded like it was having an asthmatic attack.
"STOP YOU'LL FLOOD THE ENGINE" Jesse yelled, trying to wrestle the keys from Saul. "WOULD YOU RATHER WE GET BAKED LIKE A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN?!"
As the two panicked, Walter reached for the Ruger Lawson sold him. "Jesse, if you still have the gun Mike lent you, get ready." Jesse looked at Walter and was shocked by his apparent calmness. As he pulls the pistol from his jacket pocket, he saw the figure drawing closer.
It was a male, looked young but it was hard to tell due to the insane amount of scar tissue. Walter thought he was seeing things, but he was controlling the fire on his arms.
"Alright" the man spoke "if you want to live, outta the car." He aimed his arms at them and spoke with a calmness that did not match the crazed smile on his face that promised violence. 'Great, another Tuco'
"Listen man, we don't want any trouble" Jesse began but was interrupted by Heisenberg "but if you value your life, you'll turn around and walk the other way, otherwise you'll end up with a bullet in your skull."
Dabi looked in shock, smile faltering, how did they manage to get a gun in Japan? It was nearly impossible to get them, illegally or otherwise.
"And what's stopping me," Dabi tested "from burning you alive?"
It was the bald one who spoke "As soon as I pull the trigger, the bullet will leave the barrel at over 300 meters a second. Are you willing to bet your faster than that?"
They glared at each other, no-one moved an inch. As they waited for the other to make the first move, sirens were heard in the distance.
"Shit, heroes" Dabi looked in the direction of the distant noise and cursed, "Fine, you win." He dropped his arms to his sides and ran for the nearest alleyway.
The passenger's all looked at each other in confusion. "Yo what does he mean by 'heroes'?" Jesse asked.
"I think he means local law enforcement, speaking of, we should get the hell outta here, cause I don't think the Japanese take kindly to firearms." Saul responded and tried the keys one more time, and they all heard the most beautiful sound in the world, the growl of a functioning engine.
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