"I still think calling him the anti-Christ is too much," said Mustard. Kiriyama sighed, he had just finished explaining to his two teenage friends as to why he knew Mashima. He told them about how he was bullied harshly by him and his group of friends, though the worst of it ended months later when Mashima moved away, his group still liked to harrass him at times. "Whatever, that's not the point. He's not like us, you know..."
"What do you mean, Kiriyama-kun?" asked Toga. Kiriyama paused for a moment and had a pensive look on his face. "He's not an outcast, he's never been ostracized by society. I'm not a hundred percent sure at what he wants but I think he's either going to start his own version of the holocaust or enslave quirkless and people with weak quirks."
"Wow, maybe anti-Christ isn't too far off..." said Mustard, shocked. The brown haired teen scratched his head. "What do we do then?"
"Report in to Atsuhiro-san, tell him that your recruiting was a bust and cut off all communication with that asshole, Mashima." ordered Kiriyama. Mustard opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off by all three of the teens' phones ringing. Kiriyama put his hand up to halt his friends from picking it up and answered his own phone. "Hello?"
["Kiriyama-kun? You're with the other two right?"]
"Yeah, what do you need from us, Atsuhiro-san?"
["We've got some yakuza bigwig who wants to join the League. We need you guys in the warehouse as soon as possible."]
"Really? Who?"
["An important member of the underworld and the took over the Yakuza when their old boss went comatose, he's named Overhaul"]
Kiriyama's eyes widened in recognition of the name. "We'll be there, see you."
"Disgusting..." said a brown haired man wearing a plague doctor mask, multiple ear piercings, and a green hoodie with dark blue fur on the hood. His eyes were full of disgust "This base looks unhygienic..."
"Yeah! You think we'd take you to our actual base so quickly? This is where you'll be doing your interview." said a man in a black and grey, full-body suit. The brown haired man scowled at the statement. "Give me a break here, Twice. It's so damn dusty in here... I feel like I'm gonna catch some kind of disease."
Twice opened the metal sliding door and a cloud of dust came flying out causing the brown haired man to grimace. Twice chuckled and replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Overhaul-guy, everyone inside already has some sort of illness!"
They entered the ware house and Overhaul could see a few people inside. A muscular man wearing sun-glasses with thick lips, a scruffy chin and shoulder length hair sat on top of what looked to be a desk. He held a large beam-shaped object covered in tape, which Overhaul paid extra attention to. Another person sat on top of a metallic table, he wore a top-hat, a black vest and pants, white almost-knee-length boots, a long sleeved undershirt, gloves, and a mask that seemed to be hiding a middle-aged man's face. Sat on the ground, under him was a brown-haired boy, wearing a black gas mask that covered all of his head and seemed to be dressed in a middle-school boy's black uniform. Near by those two were two others. One was a man of average height with messy black hair, a dark-red colored demon mask covering his face, and the rest of his outfit was black and didn't show any of his skin except for his hand and neck. The other one was a girl in a high school uniform, her blonde hair styled into messy buns on either side of her head, and a black scarf that appeared to have a design that showed sharp teeth. She was excitedly talking to the black-haired man and ignoring the heavy tension in the room that Overhaul caused by entering.
"Chameleon, please stop." said the masked man.
"Chameleon?" said the blonde, confused. "Oh yeah, that's me."
The boy wearing a gas mask sighed and brought his hand to his mask. A man with blue hair and many disembodied hands attached to his face and body spoke, "So you're the gangster right? The Capo of the Eightfold Cleansers."
"He's a gangster? Like a yakuza? Girl, this is a first for me, how excitin'!" exclaimed the muscular man holding the covered beam. The blue haired man sighed and replied to him, "Calm down, Magne."
Chameleon looked at the man in the top-hat and asked, "There's something that makes him different from us, I'm guessing?"
"Alright. Allow this old timer to teach a high school dropout like you and Blackblood what you need to know." said the older man looking towards the messy haired man and the blonde. "Back in the day, here was a slew of scary bands operating the underworld. But then, heroes it their little heyday and laid them bare, dismantling them. When All Might arrived on the scene, he made sure their time in power was all but over. The ones who managed to scramble away without getting their tails yanked back went on to live meager lives, constantly seen by others as villain wannabes. To put it simply, they're just some old dinosaurs waiting for their inevitable extinction."
"Well, no faults there." stated Overhaul. Magne chuckled and asked, "So what brings a fine, yakuza scraping through life like you, to our part of the woods? Are you another one of those types who're feeling high off All Might's retirement?"
"No... Moreso even than All Might's... It's All For One's departure that's really big." answered Overhaul. The blue haired man expression changed into a dark glare under the disembodied hand that covered his face and directed the glare towards Overhaul after the mention of All For One.
"He was the emperor, the Kingpin who ruled the entire underworld... my generation treated him like an urban legend but the old-timers feared him with conviction, and when rumors floated of his demise, they only feared him more... That's the man who revealed himself... and then got thrown into Tartarus. In other words, the Kingpin is now gone... From both the Light, and the Shadows." continued Overhaul. Then, his voice suddenly became a lot colder and sharper. "I wonder... who'll be the next Kingpin?"
"...You're saying you knew who my sensei is... and yet you'd still dare to provoke me?" replied the blue haired man with venomous spite in his voice. "I'm the next Kingpin. I'm gathering influence as we speak, and soon we're going to expand. And with that power, we're going to curb-stomp this hero world. Mark my words."
Overhaul stared at the blue haired man for a moment, his mask hiding his amused smile. "Do you have a plan, Shigaraki Tomura?"
"A plan?" scowled Shigaraki. "Didn't you come here to join forces with us?"
"There's another term for a goal that doesn't have a plan to back it up, and that's 'pipe dream'. You present me with a pipe dream, I'm not going to be thrilled." replied Overhaul, taking a step forward. "So what if you expand your forces? How are you going to control them to begin with? What sort of organization are you aiming for?"
His smile widened under the plague doctor mask. "It started with Hero-Killer Stain, then Muscular and the escaped death row convict, Moonfish. Three first-rate weapons and you immediately lost them all didn't you? You didn't know how to use them! You can barely even handle using the rest of your group and you've got some snot-nosed brats making up a good chunk of your forces. What's the point of gaining powerful weapons when you don't know how to use them? Or having members that still need babysitters?"
The boy in the gas mask suddenly stood up but the man in the top-hat put his hand on his shoulder trying to keep him calmed down. Overhaul continued, "In order to realize your goals, you need a plan. And I have a plan."
Shigaraki sighed and said, "Twice, next time you bring someone, make sure you confirm what their intentions are."
"To execute the plan, I need money. A whole lot of money. And the world isn't exactly overflowing with rich freaks who'd invest in some 'dinosaurs waiting for their inevitable extinction'. But if I had you, whose reputation has swelled far and wide, with me, then it'd be a whole other matter. Come under my umbrella, and I'll show you just how well I can use you all. And then, I'll be the next Kingpin." said Overhaul, with a menacing look of determination in his eyes and conviction in his voice.
"Go home." commanded Shigaraki in an icy tone. Magne hopped off the desk and uncovered the beam which wasn't actually a beam but a large magnet. "Sorry, yakuza-chan, we didn't join up like this to be under someone."
Suddenly, Overhaul felt himself getting pulled towards Magne by a magnetic force. And he hastily took off his gloves. Magne continued, "I met up with a friend some time ago and he told me about how a certain group was special to him, and how he liked belonging to something, even though that group was filled with people very different from himself, they accepted him for who he was! And didn't try to force him to be something else!"
Magne was ready to swing the magnet at Overhaul. "And I agree with him! I'm here because I wanted to live without being bound by anything! We'll decide where we belong by OURSELVES!"
The magnet was just a few inches away from making impact with Overhaul when the gangster's bare index finger pressed into Magne's forearm. Magne's eyes widened under his sunglasses as he felt his body tighten and squeeze, then... POP! Just like that... Magne's upper body exploded, causing dark blood to splatter wildly in all directions, and leaving behind only his legs, ONLY HIS LEGS, and the magnet he was holding. Everyone looked at the scene in shock and horror. And the man in the red mask let out a wordless cry. Magne was dead. "DIRTY. DISGUSTING. FILTHY."
"MAGNE!" exclaimed the man in the top-hat. Overhaul shuddered in disgust and wrapped his arms around himself. "You guys fired the first shots... I hate doing that. So messy, so dirty. So damn DIRTY..."
The man in the top-hat jumped off the metallic table and sprinted towards Overhaul. Shigaraki saw this and yelled, "Mr. Compress! STOP!"
Mr. Compress held his left arm out ready to use his quirk. "This guy is bad news, I gotta imprison him with my quirk. Huh!? It's not activating!"
"Don't touch me!" exclaimed Overhaul, with great disgust in his tone. He raised his arm to slap away Mr. Compress' arm but was unable to as a dark red ball was shot at him, grazing him but making a deep cut on his bicep, causing him to recoil and miss Mr. Compress. The man in the top-hat used this as a chance to get away. Overhaul grunted in pain and inhaled sharply.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..." angrily repeated the man in the red demon mask, who held a long, sharp knife with a red handle in his left hand and his right hand was pointed at him in a finger-gun gesture, with his index finger dripping in blood. Overhaul scowled. "Shield me!"
Suddenly another man in a plague doctor mask appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of Overhaul taking the blood bullet meant for him.
"Ugh!" grunted the human shield. The bullet hit him in the chest, no doubt hitting his heart.
"That was a close call, Overhaul." said a voice from above. Then, the wall behind Overhaul was destroyed as a gigantic monster ran through it and a few other yakuza came to Overhaul's aid. Twice in his hyper tone exclaimed, "WAIT! WE WEREN'T FOLLOWED HERE! HOW'D THEY DO THAT!?"
"Must be the work of one of their quirks..." replied Shigaraki. Overhaul held his injured arm and winced in pain. "You're late."
"I missed one shot... but it seems it was immediately effective." said a yakuza dressed all in white. Then he poked the other yakuza, that shielded Overhaul from Kiriyama's shot, with his feet. "Damn, nice shootin' kid, you just killed a pretty good friend of ours."
"I wished to finish this without incident, Villain Alliance. With the situation as is, any calm decision-making has broken down. Yes... whittling away at each other's forces is also unproductive. We each have one dead...so let's let cooler heads prevail and talk at a later date." said Overhaul, gripping his bleeding arm.
"You're not going to go anywhere. As if I'll let you get away with killing one of ours. A quick bullet to one of your vital organs doesn't seem so appealing to me. But separating you from your legs with a blade seems a little like poetic justice. You're dying. Right here, right now." raged the red masked man, his shaky tone filled with spite. Chameleon pulled out a sharpened knife with a yellow handle that was strapped to her thigh, hidden under her skirt. "Tomura, I can stab him, right? I'm gonna stab 'em."
Shigaraki raised a hand halting the villains. "...No, don't... Stand back, Blackblood,"
"What!? You're screwin' with me, Shigaraki! He's fuckin' dying tonight!" growled the black haired man. Twice raised a finger and pointed at Shigaraki, and in a deep voice with the same hyper energy he has, added, "Make him take responsibility!"
"Twice," said Shigaraki.
"SIR, YES, SIR!?" replied Twice.
"Hold Blackblood down," ordered the blue haired man.
"No way, you can basically taste the killing intent in him! AYE AYE CAP'N!" saluted Twice, who duplicated himself until there were three of him, and then they tackled Blackblood into the floor.
"GET OFF OF ME, BU-" struggled Blackblood, who's mouth was then covered by two of the Twice clones' hands. Overhaul reached into his pocket and threw out a card that landed right in front of Shigaraki's feet. "Wise choice, Shigaraki Tomura. I won't say 'do it immediately', but the sooner you do, the better. Think about it... Your organization and all that... Call me when you've regained your composure."
The masked yakuza members then left through the exit, except the monster-sized one, who chose to leave through the exit he made when he crashed into and destroyed the wall.
"Get off of Kiriyama-kun," ordered the blonde girl, who sheathed her knife back into the strap on her thigh.
"You're not the boss of me! As you command, Toga-chan~!" replied Twice. The black haired man took off his mask and threw it to the ground while sharply exhaling through his teeth. "Magne is dead... and you let that bastard go?"
Shigaraki glared at the teen and sighed as he removed the disembodied hand that was attached to his face. "Yeah, I did."