Author's Note: Hello. This will be a new story about if Dazai and Fyodor from Bungou Stray Dogs were transported into MHA. I will try to continue this, but I can't produce many good ideas fast. So, any comments or suggestions would be great. For those who don't know either of them, I will try to explain it within the chapter. With that out of the way, enjoy!
"Ango!"
Ango looked over as a man ran inside his office, clutching papers in hand. For a normal person, it would merely just be a heart monitor's frequency, recording the data of Dazai's heart. But, for Ango, this was key info.
He quickly grabbed the papers as the man scurried out of the office and he began to flip through them, noting each dip and rise in heart rate. Because, Dazai Osamu, an ally, had developed a rather unique skill to change the beat of his heart. With this, he had created a code to relay information with him.
Ango's eyes went wide at the information presented. It must have been a miscalculation, or he read the code wrong. Or has Dazai finally lost it, has he reverted back to his old self.
Some knew, but before Dazai became a detective, he was a crucial member of the Port Mafia, a criminal organization in Yokohama. Of course, he had been a spy in that same gang, and he was quite close with Dazai. Him and Ango were the closest things he had to friends. But, things change like the wind passes.
Ango sighed and ran the code again through his translator, but it displayed the same results. He set the paper down and stared at the monitor, contemplating his next move. A single sentence was written down on the monitor.
"Kill the Armed Detective Agency immediately and confirm their deaths."
Dazai had given the order to kill his own unsuspecting allies. He sighed, Dazai could no longer be trusted. Perhaps the demon Fyodor had gotten into his head while in the prison with him. But, Ango couldn't follow this order. Most of his info and trust was banked on this group of detectives, even though the world considered them terrorists.
He pressed a button on his desk. Minutes later, one of his most trusted operatives walked in, standing at attention.
"Snake. I have a task for you to be carried out immediately. This mission doesn't leave this room, and you must carry it out with the utmost efficiency. This is a solo mission and the target is Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Dazai Osamu. You will find them in Merasault Prison and erase them."
The man nodded and seemingly whisked away into clumps of smoke and ash. Ango sighed and sat back down, putting both hands over his head and resting his face on the table. His mind was racing, but he knew that this couldn't continue. Other members of the government were pushing to have this plan executed awhile ago, but Ango kept postponing it, keeping faith that Dazai could fix it. But this, it can't continue anymore.
If he could take down Dazai and Fyodor, the Decay of Angels would lose their strategist, whilst Ango still had Fukazawa and Ranpo to assist him in planning. It would be a necessary trade to make, to ensure victory. Yes, it's for the greater good.
He lifted his head up and went towards his monitor, a red dot actively moving across the map at supersonic speeds. This operative was their most skilled assassin, only used to fight the strongest and smartest ability users.
His ability was called Snow Country. Anything caught too long in the ashen snow he produces will simply disappear. Perfect for people who can't leave their cells to escape. And, even Dazai can't nullify it. The man was genetically modified and possesses such high speed as to outrun the average car's max speed. There truly was no escape from them.
Inside the prison:
Dazai and Fyodor sat, there cells facing each other. Of course, these weren't normal cells. The prison itself was an ability, they were in a pocket dimension of sorts that trapped them. Both hung in two, floating boxes stuck floating next to each other. Though, the ability user must have died long ago, as even his ability of Nullification didn't help him escape. But, he didn't need to escape, he needed to wait and bide his time.
Dazai and Fyodor both sat eating breakfast, making occasional glances at each other. Dazai could hear feint noises in the prison, but he wasn't too sure.
"Something is so noisy up there," he said out of the blue while lazily pointing his chopsticks towards the control room above.
"Impossible. This place is an isolated ability space though?" Fyodor questioned Dazai's claims, but he had also heard the clamoring from above.
Dazai made a thinking pose. He looked back at his food, seeing the unsalted meal with slight disappointment.
"No salt..."
"Hey, pass me the salt." Dazai shouted across the Fyodor. The Russian lazily picked up the container and threw it towards Dazai, it colliding with the walls of the cell. Both gained a bored expression as they watched it clatter to the ground.
Fyodor looked down at his meal, seeing no raw egg like Dazai had in his.
"There's no egg... Do you have any?" Dazai picked up his egg, inspecting it before giving it a good throw. It splattered on the cell glass, slowly dribbling down the side. Both regained that same blank expression.
"AAAAAAAAAAH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ROOM ANYMORE!" Dazai yelled as he whipped his head back. Fyodor went back to eating as Dazai pitied his own situation, screaming for the world to hear.
"It was fun in the beginning, but now I'm so tired of talking with you." Dazai commented, putting his face down on the table in anguish.
"It's almost time I make my leave, my goals have been mostly accomplished." Fyodor stated, as Dazai looked at him mischievously.
"Oh, the rat too scared to be around the cat?" Dazai taunted him, but he shared the same sentiment. Around today is when he predicted Fyodor would have one of his crazier operatives break them both out. Of course, he knew that the man didn't share the same undying loyalty, rather a friend of the Russian.
That's when a sullen snow began to spread from the ceiling of both cells, staining the glass frigid. Dazai looked in surprise at this, not expecting another ability user to try and break them out. He was sure this wasn't another pawn of Fyodor, as his initial research hadn't hinted at any user with the ability of snow. Another hint was that Fyodor was also in the snow, a similar shocked expression.
"Fyodor, is this your doing?"
"No, Dazai, I have no knowledge of someone with a snow ability."
The snow starts to pile him as both find their ability to move become more and more restricted. Now, to even move a limb, it feels like moving it through mud. Dazai tries to nullify the ability once more, but nothing happens.
The snow becomes thicker and thicker, drowning out Dazai's thoughts and making him into a sort of numb state. He couldn't feel his hands or feet, and his thoughts felt so sluggish and heavy. And, like that, he found himself unable to move.
The snow then began to shift into a teal color, swirling around the trapped duo. It began to move faster and faster, looking like a whirlwind as it cut through the prison cell around them both. At that moment, Dazai saw an extreme burst of light as his body was seemingly eradicated.
Darkness fell before him. Strangely enough, even though he was likely dead, his mind remained intact. Did you truly just lay in purgatory after death? But, he knew it wasn't heaven, hell, or purgatory. After all, he saw Fyodor floating in the space not to far away. He tried to speak, but no sound came out of his mouth.
Fyodor began to blink erratically, Dazai recognized it as a pattern. Morse code, how simple. Yet, he couldn't be picky about it. He deciphered that Fyodor was curious about what was happening, but Dazai shook his head, blinking the answer no.
Both sat in the void, just having a silent conversation as the endless nothingness preceded them. But, eventually, something happened.
Dazai felt a sting on his arm, as words were being carved into it.
"Rule 1:"
"You must kill Fyodor to return home."
Dazai's eyes widened at this, trying once again to nullify whatever ability this may be, but nothing happened. He stared at the arm, then looked at Fyodor who was doing the same, also appearing to have writing inscribed on his forearm.
Fyodor gave a devil-ish smile as his red eyes gave a piercing gaze towards Dazai. Meanwhile, the bandage-wearing detective just gave a psychotic smile back, enticed by the opportunity to kill Fyodor.
Before anything else continued, Dazai found himself in an alleyway. No signal, no sign of an ability, he was just in an alleyway. Though, he could feel that reality felt slightly off. It wasn't something he could pinpoint, but this didn't feel quite right.
He looked down, seeing he was still in his prison clothes. Though, Merasault found no need to brand the clothes, as no one had ever gotten close to escaping before. So, he merely looked like he was from an insane asylum, which was arguably worse. His eyes drifted upwards, seeing it to be midnight. Strange, he kept a mental clock in his head at all times, and it was merely 7:30 A.M. before he got sucked away by the snow.
Dazai heard footsteps as he dove to the side, hiding next to a crate placed on the ground. In front of him, he saw a man drunkenly stumbling into the alleyway, car keys in hand. Obviously one of the many alchaholic that littered the streets around this time of night, but he should likely use this to gain some info.
Dazai stealthily moved behind the man, not making a sound as the man continued to stumble onwards. Quickly with a trained movement, he grabbed the man and snapped his neck, a wet crack was heard as he fell down. Dazai checked his pulse, the man was dead. He smiled chearfully, rummaging through his pockets to find a phone.
He grabbed the dead man's hand to use the fingerprint scan as his phone unlocked. He scrolled to the time, as his eyes were in pure shock. This couldn't be possible, maybe the man configured his phone wrong. It read September 28th, 2146. But, that was over 100 years ahead of when he last checked.
He quickly went to the internet, seeing all the current sites reading at 2146. Dazai needed to know more. Quick research found him a bunch of interesting knowledge. First off, around 80 percent of the population possesses abilities, though they called them quirks. Being a hero was a profession. And, no remnants of his birth date or any of his friends existed. This, as crazy as it sounded, meant that he was in another world. How interesting. Perhaps the snow assassin's ability could sent others to another world.
But, his mind remembered one thing, the message still carved on his arm. He needed to kill Fyodor if he wanted back home. Knowing the rat, he was likely already so far underground that he practically didn't exist. Dazai likely should do the opposite. He needed allies, or pawns to use to scout out Fyodor and remove his options. Maybe those "pro heroes" would serve as good lookouts. Though, they sounded rather dull compared to his agency. But, even the agency was little more than a hobby to him. To be honest, he didn't have a reason to go back, he knew that Atushi and the agency would handle it. He had layed all the cards out for them to succeed, and even planted a few traps of his own.
Dazai opened the corpse's palm, revealing car keys. He giggled a bit as he swiped them and began to trot in the direction the man was walking. His car was made by SHIELD, must be this world's monopoly on cars. Eh, it didn't matter all that much.
After a few minutes of searching, he found the car and opened it up. The vehicle had a putrid smell, something of vomit and drugs. A normal person would have left the car in a natural reflex, but Dazai had smelled worse than this. He rolled down the windows and blasted the AC as he drove off. At least cars were pretty much the same as his world.
He didn't know the man's address, so he would have to find a place to sleep tonight. He thought about killing another, but he doesn't want the parade of heroes to be angered at him too quickly, or suspicious. Though, he could take a few things from people, some cash and weapons would be appreciated.
Dazai routed the car to a highly rated motel, as he parked it away from the parking lot on the side of the road. He stepped out and strolled through the back, dodging the obviously placed security cameras. He knew this was just a place for normal people to sleep, but those cameras were so obvious that he felt like being caught by them. But, eh, no point in rambling.
He nimbly climbed up the side of a railing, spotting a room in front of him. He put his ear against the door and could hear the feint breathing of someone sleeping. Perfect.
Dazai quickly ripped off his finger nail, a bit of blood pouring from the wound. He tore a piece of his jacket and wrapped it up nice and cozy. Dazai didn't even flinch at the pain, instead grabbing the nail and moving to a window. Finger nails were surprisingly durable, one wouldn't think they could support any weight, but they were useful as makeshift window openers.
He gently maneuvered the fingernail under the window seal as he created a slight gap, slipping his hand under to open it. He gently raised the window up, not a sound being made, as he sneaked through the apartment. He saw the man sleeping in the bed, snoring slightly. He looked left to see his bag, the contents strewn across the table. He silently rummaged through them, taking his wallet and a knife from the rack in the kitchen. He also took a change of his clothes, needing to get out of the prison uniform.
Then, like he entered, he left without a trace. No cameras had caught him, no people had saw him, and no DNA evidence pointed to him. Not that it mattered, as his face didn't exist in this world. But, he'd rather not risk that they have appropriate technology and intelligence to locate him. He'd prefer to keep his current plan in motion.
And well, his current plan consisted of befriending the heroes and try to gain backing from the government. He was sure a life-saving incident could solve the latter, and him possibly becoming a hero could solve the former.
Dazai quickly went back to the car, but he didn't start the engine. Instead, he opened the phone (he had configured a lock pattern to it once he opened it) and began to do more research. So, that's how he spent the night, just brushing up on any important history and current events happening.
Meanwhile across the town with a particular Russian:
"Well well, Overhaul wasn't it?"
Fyodor's confident voice rang through the street as the man with a bird mask turned around in shock at the Rat's voice. How had he been found? Is this a hero? If so, the man looked weak, but he shouldn't even be noticed by heroes yet.
"Are you talking to me? I've never heard the name Overhaul before."
Fyodor giggled at the horrible lie. It seems the people in this world were much much dumber than his. All the easier to pry open their weak minds and get some backing.
"Now now, you needn't fool me with these games, yakuza leader."
Fyodor needed to bait the man into attacking, so he could execute his perfect counter. He knew the man's quirk was to disassemble and reassemble anything he touched, an instant kill. But, such was trivial his eyes and brain of a god. His weakness was glaringly obvious, and so simple to exploit.
Fyodor pulled out a handgun and shot the man in the spine, Overhaul letting out a gasp of pain before disassembling and reassembling his body. But, in the mere second it took to use his quirk, Fyodor had already close the distance and placed his hand over his face.
Overhaul's eyes widened as a blinding light pierced his eyes. No one could guess what he saw, but it brought a tear to his eyes as he collapsed on the pavement, smiling and crying. His lifeless body fell limp and blood leaking from his mouth, eyes, and ears.
Fyodor just sighed dejectedly as he dragged the man away from the prying eyes of the public. When he had dropped in from the alleyway, he had come face to face with one of his thugs, who thought he was a hero. Foolish grunt sung like a bird as Fyodor skinned the man alive. And, he even knew that the boss was close by on a "project," so Fyodor decided that killing the man would be valuable.
And now, all he needed to do was photograph the body, take the severed head, and claim heir amongst the yakuza. Of course, they were merely going to be pawns in his game of chess with Dazai, but even a pawn can kill a king.
Fyodor sliced off the man's head and shoved it in a backpack he looted from the thug. With the head of Overhaul, convincing and breaking down the yakuza would be easy. Though, he wondered what Dazai was up to, likely thinking up a plan as he moved.
Fyodor needed to amass more influence and info, he couldn't face Dazai blind. Dazai was far more skilled in combat and weaponry than he was, so he needed to beat him through unconventional methods. Guns wouldn't work. Dazai had technically been shot by a sniper of his, but it was all a ploy to play dead and sneak attack him.
He had planned to kill Dazai, but the snow user had whisked him away to another world before Nikolai could grab them both. And, he didn't have his advantage before of Dazai showing his "playful" side, the former detective taking it more seriously now. He needed to think, and he needed more info. Fyodor continued planning as his body entered the shadows of the alleyway. The battle between two geniuses had officially begun.
Chapter end
AN:
Dazai's ability is named No Longer Human, which allows him to nullify any ability/quirk with a mere touch. Touching anything manifested by a quirk also will nullify it. However, particularly strong reality-based abilities/quirks won't get nullified (as shown with Lovecraft and the snow assassin).
Fyodor's ability is named Crime and Punishment. It is unknown what it does, but it has been shown to kill at a touch. I interpret this in my own way, and Fyodor will explain it further down the line when it becomes relevant.
Izuku and the rest of the cast will still be in this, and this takes place around a day after UA started. Events will sway far from canon as the story progresses.
Thank you for reading this chapter, and my other story Hero of Calamity will be postponed temporarily. I will continue it once I run out of good ideas for this story so I can keep it fresh. Other than that, cya
