Quirks Not Required
OC
MHA
V: The first step
"Just when I thought you'd need some cajoling, you come with this. Please, explain to me why these five people with admittedly quite unique quirks should be made into Nomu?" Shigaraki asked curiously.
Shigaraki and Kato had come to an arrangement that if Kato was in the lab, Shigaraki kept out of the way. "One does not wake up one day and decide to be bad, Shigaraki...the best bad guys are Brits. Which I'm guessing that you are or of British Heritage. It takes time, practice, patience and dedication; much like a scientist and his research or even an artist and his paintings...aside from Van Gough; who's undoubtedly a genius."
Shigaraki chuckled at his younger companion. Daiten Kato was correct. More correct than anyone he'd ever met; about the art of villainy and aptly comparing it to science and art. Kato was also correct about Van Gough being a genius painter and how he managed to use his passion and pain to portray ecstasy, joy and magnificence…no-one had done it before, or since.
"I'm surprised one as young as you know of Van Gough."
Kato chuckled as he kept his eyes on his project. Ever since his set back upstairs in the actual hospital, he'd taken to redoing it downstairs. Garaki-sensei had covered him with plausible excuses such as 'meetings with sponsors'. Said people were people who knew of Garaki-sensei and who he really was and were subsequently very deep in his pockets. "Being quirkless and having an extremely insular lifestyle meant a lot of extra studying and learning in order to 'bullshit' my way through life with a supposed intellect quirk." Of course, when it came out I was quirkless; oh those fireworks were spectacular...anyway, call it childish but those five people…a good villain eliminate everyone with a grudge against them. Besides, I'm not getting rid of them...what I'm planning is much worse."
"Please, illuminate me."
… "This is pure, hypothetical…what if, when their quirks are extracted, we take blood, bone, tissue samples as well and then we duplicate them. Eventually duplicating their bodies and quirks. Admittedly they'll be brain dead vegetables, but what if we could get someone to pilot them and have them go through their monotonous, dull lifestyle…" Kato trailed off.
Shigaraki chuckled "Then you've created perfect, biological, undetectable little birds. Keeping an eye on the sheeple public and both police forces, whilst, you refine my Nomu from blunt instruments to beautiful shock-troops masquerading as people."
"Too small, my lord. Masquerading as those in authority, Police Officers, Parliament Officials."
Shigaraki cackled "You're certain that you don't want a quirk?"
Kato smirked "No. This…joke, this killing joke will be perfectly done if and when I'm found to be quirkless."
Just then the elevator opened and Garaki shuffled in. There was a weird silence in the room "Why do I feel like I've missed something extremely important?"
Kato smirked, he opened his mouth but his mobile rang "I'll tell you tomorrow." With that, he answered his phone as he wheeled out of the room.
'Darling.'
'Kato-kun, I was wondering what time you're going to be home? I've been a bad girl.' Came the sultry voice of Nemuri.
Kato grinned if only she knew what he was really up to 'I'll be home in half an hour, better be ready.'
This particular evening he was home in twenty minutes; who knew sleeping with a hero, being disabled and constantly using the same taxi company would quickly get you a quick 'a cab is on its way' the moment his number registered on their database.
Nemuri, opened the door dressed in a leather outfit best seen on Kate Beckinsale. But Kato wasn't going to complain. Not after the week he'd had; with Konan and Himself managing to re-create his serum back to the mouse-stage thankfully. "You're looking stressed love?"
"That I am." He wheeled himself to the sofa and Nemuri rested herself across his lap allowing his hands to roam. Nemuri loved it when his hands roamed, slightly better than the love-making not much but close.
"An idiot at work, nearly, jeopardised my project."
Nemuri's eyes widened "What the hell! Your project? As in your… Spinal Cord repair project? I thought that was under a non-disclosure agreement?"
"It is and it isn't. The concept isn't under NDA, but anyone knowingly participating in such a theoretical and hypothetical experiment is. However, as I'm the guy in charge I can tell people." with that he kissed Nemuri on the forehead.
"But I'm telling you. Because I trust you and I love you."
Nemuri grinned "Heroes are gonna be demanding they be treated first."
"It's because a Hero made someone intend to investigate the viability of it that I'm gonna borderline break the hero's earnings should they require such a treatment. It needs to be tested on the quirkless population because we understand more about the quirkless body than we do the quirked. No-one wants to be the doctor saying 'oops I killed a hero'."
"Unless it's Endeavor."
"Endeavour's a steaming pile of horseshit. Anyway, I heard that UA's started accepting Middle School requests."
"I know. Don't remind me. Kato, I want to ask you something." Nemuri asked as she placed his hand on the inside of her latex corset.
"What, is it?" "
Nemuri gasped and shuddered momentarily "What are your thoughts on expanding our…little universe."
"You, mean, have a kid? Nemuri?" Kato's hands drifted to his lover's sweet spots, he grinned as more sweet moans elicited from the Rated-R Heroine.
Nemuri nodded, her breathing erratic "Yes. We, have the space. We're not…I'm not exactly hurting for money."
"Neither am I…Although, I think kaa-san and tou-san are actively trying to cultivate the payout…then there are the sponsors who are interested in hypothetically plausible work."
Nemuri turned, the leather squeaked as it revealed a very healthy sight of flesh "You're not concerned at all about where the money comes from?"
"I'm paranoid, but from the research I've done it comes from Doctors and researchers whose skillset oversees human anatomy; yes a few feel like trust-fund idiots but who am I to complain."
Nemuri giggled throatily "You're turning into a right proper villain."
"If only you knew, love." "If I'm a villain, what does that make you?"
Nemuri giggled "Your willing accomplice."
"A child of my own...one brought up in a better world. One created by his villain of a father. Sky-High; Warren Pierce, eat your heart out. You ain't got anything on what I'm about to do."
(Giran)
Giran sat behind the wheel of his van. Similarly, there were five other vans, each one of them with four people in the back; Giran grinned to be doing a bait and switch and being the decoy was brilliant.
"There, by the bar. Two of them; they look like Motoyuki Daigo and Nobuyoshi Manaka, their quirks are Molten Eruption and Sinkhole." Came a crackling voice of Expendable Van Team 1.
"Proceed as planned, Team 1 and Team 3…Your teams are perfectly designed to counter such, pathetic people even though they possess stellar quirks." Giran instructed.
"I still don't see why we need to apprehend these morons."
"The boss is paying us good money, not to ask questions." Giran replied, he turned to the people in his van.
"Yes, yes...They were getting on my nerves. They wouldn't be able to assist us anyway." A patched and stapled young man stated.
"Dabi, make sure you do it tidily."
"Always. I'm not like some people you've hired." Dabi retorted.
Giran watched as Daigo and Manaka split and began to walk separate ways from the bar, he snorted. Those two idiots didn't notice that they were being stalked, Giran waited patiently and calmly.
Soon enough the sound of van doors opened, fists, feet and the unmistakable sound of a solid object hitting bone was heard before a body hit the floor of a van. "We got Molten one."
"Ditto with the Sinkhole. Although Sinkhole degraded part of the pavement."
"Then inform the good police officers and have them chase their tails for a little bit. We've got two of our five. You two, remain where you are. Move when I give the order."
"Team 2...We've got Kaguya Hizashi right outside our van." With out even waiting for the order, the door was heard being pulled open, Hizashi struggled but went limp. Giran grinned as the third of five targets were acquired. "That makes three."
It took thirty minutes but eventually all six vans with their cargoes headed off. All six, effortlessly blended into the traffic; then following a circuitous route they found themselves outside of a disused meat-shop. Giran had set off last but was the first to arrive, he awaited with Dabi and the vans arrived.
"Boss, now what?"
"Just put the bodies in the back. You can't miss where, then you'll get your money."
"Sometimes, it's just that easy. It really is. Your chances of survival are much higher if you merely just keep your mouth shut."
Giran pulled out a silenced pistol as did Dabi. The blonde giggled and pulled out two knives "I love seeing people bleed." The trio worked like clockwork, the thugs had no chance. They dumped their targets, turned and found themselves looking down the pistol and knives; before they could say anything Giran, Dabi and Toga got to work.
It was quick, brutal and nasty but the twenty rent-a-thugs were dead. Kurogiri portalled the dead thugs and the alive victims. Kurogiri sighed "Just because they're dead doesn't mean they cannot be useful. Good to see you again Giran. Young Tomura, will be reaching out to you, soon."
(Kato)
It was Wednesday, Kato loved Wednesdays normally. Except for when someone is calling him at three o'clock in the fucking morning. "Speak now or be brutally dismembered."
"My apologies for calling you, so early." Came the voice of Garaki.
Midnight stirred, Kato groaned "Sensei, is this a matter of life and death? Or can it wait for five to six more hours?"
"Not life and death, but severe discomfort for several people."
Kato shrugged "I'm not an Orthopedist, Surgeon or anything remotely involved in sticking broken idiots back together."
"True, if they're needing medical treatment?"
"I'm pretty sure, mice can't talk. If one suddenly does, get ahold of the Principle. The world needs more super-intelligent animals, unless someone gots the order wrong and I've got a Platypus to deal with then I'm getting dressed and heading in."
"Why, a Platypus?"
"Super smart even before quirks existed…Besides no-one suspects them."
Garaki chuckled at his end of the phone "Very well, I'll see you in a while."
Kato clicked end call and flopped back down on the bed "Who was it?" Asked a rather sleepy but content Nemuri.
"Garaki-sensei. For a man his age, why he's up all hours of the night, I have no idea….In essence, someone fucked up. I don't know, who, what, why, when and how the fuck up happened but Garaki wanted me to come in right now. I managed to persuade him to let me sleep in."
Nemuri grinned "Good." With that, she straddled him "I hope you're up for another round?"
Kato rolled into work that morning with coffee, tea and breakfast for his entire team with a grin on his face, that only those with a significant other would truly understand.
"Garaki, needs to see you. It's urgent."
"Considering he called me at three am, it must be."
Kato wheeled himself down the hall to Garaki's office "Daiten-Kun."
"Sensei."
Kato wheeled himself into the office "I'd offer to stand but due to not having a pair of legs."
Garaki shook his head "Let me be clear, my apprentice. You do not order cuts of meat without my approval. I do not keep cuts of meat any longer than I absolutely have to; unfortunately for you, these particular cuts are whilst not a primary choice, people do look for them."
These guinea pigs have people who might get concerned for them, if they disappear for too long "Sensei, are you proficient in the art of Dolly?"
"I am...why?"
"We create a Dolly of them, put them somewhere on an irregular route home all of which intersect at the pub where they were found. Plausible deniability."
Garaki paused "What are you saying?"
"Nothing, implanting. Old friends meet up for a drink or two, it turns into a small session. They split and walk to their homes, only they have accidents…don't turn up at home, police find them with high levels of alcohol in their body. Cause of death is alcohol-related death…Now, do you need me on the cutting room floor?"
"Please."
Kato grinned "I trust surgeon scrubs are prepared along with surgical supplies?"
Garaki paused "They can be, why?"
"Theatrics, ambience; I want them to know despair and fear. Sensei, before we operate, I wish to break them psychologically. They thought themselves special; they aren't. They believed their quirks were too powerful to be taken from them, I want to disprove that from them. I want them all to think that escape and survival is a possibility…"
"...but it isn't. Everyone has a mask, some wear masks of monsters to protect their families but monsters can wear masks just as well." Garaki finished as a cold smile crossed his face.
"My apprentice, let us set the stage for our guests are our players."