Thanks to the stars and stripes, a new hero is born!
just so you know, This is not Tomura were talking about.
It's Tenko. like, a separate Character who had a few cargo loads of unseen character development.
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His head was pounding, following his heartbeat as he lay on rough, broken ground. No sound could reach his ears as blood filled his ears.
What happened? He could not say, his (Was he a He? Well, let him be a he, it felt better like that.) memories of all previous events were all gone.
It was like... someone had erased his memory card...
Huh... So he knew this term... alright, then, he supposed this was some progress.
Now, if only he could remember his name, unfortunately, his pounding head made it close to impossible. Fortunately, the pulsing agony seemed to ebb as he waited.
Eventually, the pain was low enough that he could finally start to think clearly...
And realized that he had no idea who the hell he was.
He felt ancient yet ridiculously young. He hated Heroes but... he also wanted to be one since Hero's saved people and were simply the best!
Just not the fake ones who did it for money, fame and adoration.
Also... he had no idea who he was. He could remember three names though, Tomura Shigaraki, Just Shigaraki and...
Shimura Tenko...
Tenko...
He liked that name.
Tomura felt like a puppet, and Shigaraki, the name of his master... Tenko was free.
He was Tenko, Shimura Tenko, and none would take this away from him.
Suddenly, he felt... thousands of power flaring up, a near-endless ocean of abilities at his beck and call. One of which seemed to be owlishly staring at him.
You should be dead, it seemed to say.
Well, he was not. No, Tenko felt more alive then when he'd first gotten his dog...
He had a dog... but he also had the feeling that his dog was gone too.
And that it was his fault.
"Oh... this was a mistake then." He mentally shook himself. "I made a mistake... and I've learned from it."
And as with every mistake, he had to learn from it and move on, it was the Heroic thing to do.
Yes... since he wanted to be a Hero. A good Hero that would save all of those that needed help. And the impressive power that coursed through him, Saving people would be... maybe not easy, but it was clear that this was what he was supposed to do.
Spider-man's uncle told him that with great power comes great responsibility.
He felt himself smile, noting how... dry everything was and making a mental note to get some moisturizer on the way back home.
"Hey... why am I... not awake? Did something happen? Was I mobbed or something?' Tenko wondered as his external senses flared to life.
He could smell dirt, blood and illness, he could hear the gentle wind and someone struggling to breathe, their breath disturbingly bubbly...
One of Tenko's abilities... a few of them turned on, informing him that someone was nearby and that this someone was... not doing OK.
This was enough for Tenko to kick himself into high gear and finally lift up his heavy eyelids.
He was in the middle of what could only be a wasteland, the one speck of colour in the drab land was... something green and dying.
Oh... and it was about to rain since, of course, such a dramatic cut-scene needed dramatic weather.
Tenko got up and approached the thing... A teenage boy (sixteen.) suffering from acute pneumonia, numerous broken bones, broken back, chronic pain, inflammations of pretty much everything and low oxygen, he was bleeding from some wound, and Tenko feared his insides were also hurt.
Well, that's what his special skill told him anyway.
The boy was dressed in what appeared to be a monstrous green bunny costume, its ears were frayed, the sleeves were ripped, and it was clear the thing was about to fall apart on his back. One could easily think of him as a villain or a vigilante... and maybe he was.
But the sound he was making as he struggled for a single breath of air...
He wouldn't live for long without medical assistance. A hospital.
The sky got even darker, and the wind picked up. Tenko could smell the heavy smell of rain in the air and...
He could not leave the Villain to suffocate here, dying alone sounded terrifying.
Nobody deserved to die alone... let alone a young boy, not even an adult yet.
Tenko stepped closer to the shallow breather, and gently kneeled beside him, absentmindedly taking stock of the teen's situation.
He was holding his right arm, and Tenko could just smell the pus, sewer and illness. Bubbles of mucus erupted from his grin-like mask at each breath he managed to take.
The taller man knelt by the down boy and placed a gentle hand on the mouth protector, the boy would definitely breathe better without it.
But the moment he touched the metallic mouthpiece, it turned to dust...
very slimy dust... as the rest of the hood.
Suddenly a memory, unbidden by time deferled on Tenko's mind...
He touched a cute dog, seeking comfort...
The dog decayed in front of his eyes... the girl turned into a bloody mess, he destroyed his entire family, and gave-
Tenko's eyes snapped open just in time to catch his power decaying a bit of the boy's nose...
"NO!" He screamed, willing his power to stop! It was enough! The obstruction was gone!
He didn't want the green-haired boy to die...
He didn't want to see him turn into a bloody mess because he'd wanted to help.
He didn't want to...
And then...
it stopped, the decay stopped, leaving only some flaking skin on the tip of the boy's nose.
Now that the scary moment was over, and that he would not die by accidental dusting. Tenko could now finally take a good look at the Villain's face.
'Oh... He's... so cute.' Tenko thought with a breath. Despite having some very flushed cheek on an all too pale skin... and a lack of fat there too. The boy was...
It made this happen in Tenko's guts... like fluttering butterflies in his stomach.
But the point still stood. The boy, let's call him Midori, was not in any shape to... well, live.
Listening to his Heroic spirit (huh, she sounded like a woman.) the tall man (Wow, he was a man now. Father would obviously leave him alone... if Tenko had not decayed his face. (He deserved it.)) Stooped and took the ailing boy in his arms, frowning as he felt the heat radiating from his slight form... and the gasp of pain as he jostled the body.
Tenko had a terrible feeling, would Midori be somewhat healthier, he would have screeched in agony.
'His legs are way too limp...Right, he got some spine damage.' Tenko thought as he very gently got to his feet. 'But... this place... this place looks like a battlefield, minus the corpses.' And what a relief it was.
Tenko may not remember much save for some info but... finding corpses was not something he was planning to do...
and he didn't want to hold a dead body either.
He turned to Midori. "Say... did we fight here?" he asked.
Midori glazed over eyes opened and tried to focus on the heroic man. But instead of an answer, a deep, wet cough erupted from his lungs.
Painful cough filled with phlegm and...
Was it blood?
'Oh dear.'
"Hey, hey! It's alright..." Tenko hurdle kneeled back on the ground as he tried to get Mido to breathe better. Rubbing his back as... slime was expelled from the ailing Villain's lips and nose.
It looked so painful... and it took everything for Tenko to not squeeze the broccoli to his chest and get him to get better.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a quirk for that.. but he could regenerate after being atomized, apparently.
When Mido's couch finally stopped, the young boy looked spent, his cheeks even paler than before.
"Alright. I don't care what crimes you've committed. Let's talk about it when you don't cough a lung out and... I'm sure we can work something out." He mumbled At the end as he, for lack of better words, scrolled through his quirks, looking for one that would warp him back home (what was home to him?) let him fly (to where?)
Suddenly, he felt another presence in his heart, benevolent, powerful and loving. This presence then activated something and...
He felt... oh God, was he about to puke?
But before he could put his Mido away from the potential disaster, he felt his mouth open and... something oily and rancid flowed out and covered him and his precious package.
When he opened his eyes... and spat out whatever the hell that was, Tenko realized that he was in a dark room with an oppressive presence... scary enough to make him forget all about the horrible sensation of having rancid oil bubbling up his throat.
"Tomura..." He heard the presence rasp out.
Tenko cautiously turned around, keeping Mido securely tucked to his breast, and faced the confused person.
What he was...
"Act naturally... don't raise suspicion." He heard someone in his heart.
"Tomura, look at me!" The person rasped, his tone holding power.
And yet... this incentive, this ineluctable order didn't affect Tenko at all. But, for the sake of playing it by ear, he turned to face his interlocutor.
Huh...
'Ok... who let this guy out of the hospital.' The boy turned Hero wondered as he kept his face as neutral as possible.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, his skin was as pale as death, and the upper part of his face was but a mass of scar tissues. He had no eyes, just a pair of pockmarks where they should be. He was hooked to a machine, and yet, despite the life support, Tenko had the feeling about this monster of a man, his voice stirring terrible memories in Tenko, probably didn't have long to live.
"Ah... Tomura. It seems your haste, despite its childish nature, did give us an... unforeseen windfall." The monster of a man grinned as he gestured to Midori. "So, Deku... we meet again."
A shudder went up Tenko's spine... the way this zombie spoke marked him as a villain.
He had to be a villain. A supervillain. Since nothing could generate this level of vitriol and spite then a supervillain.
"It seems that One For All chose wrong, All Might chose wrong." He chuckled darkly. " You, a quirkless child, a useless waste of oxygen, a biological flaw... you thought you could be a hero. But look where you are."
Deku (He doesn't know how to feel about that name.) wheezed in a breath only to release it as a series of gravely coughs that wracked his whole body. Jostling his wounds.
"Aww. What is this? Is the little baby sick?" The ghoulish grin grew wider. " I will admit, seeing you run around Musutafu, taking down most of the criminals by yourself was impressive... and scary," he said as he leaned toward the boy.
Tenko kept his face a slack neutral, keeping his eyes dull and not yeeting himself across the room from the wretched Villain. Biding his time until...
'Until what?'
"until you can strike him down." Spoke his Heroic soul.
Yes... He could do that. Especially with how creepy he acted toward Midori Deku.
Speaking of Deku, the boy's chest heaved as he tried to speak, only to make this thick, bubbling sound, his cough was heavy and phlegm-filled... and painful.
The monster of a man jerked back at the spray of viral matter. " Oh-oh! What is this? Midoriya, is this the last quirk this disgusting thief gave you? Coughing on me?" He let out an uproarious bout of laughter. "Oh, Deku. You never cease to amuse me."
In Tenko's arms, Deku shifted as he did his best to sit up straight, and while Tenko could not see his eyes, he knew full well that a heroic fire burned bright in their green dept.
"I..." He wheezed. "Will never... *Cough*... Wheeze... N-never give in." Deku managed to snarl as he struggled to remain awake. Even going as far as to spit in the Villain's face, hitting his mask. "... Nuh... Not... to you..."
Tenko worriedly noted the colour of the glob of mucus hitting his... Master's face...
He felt like his master.
He already hated the guy's guts.
Said asshole turned his eyeless face toward the tall young man, his smile turning into a wry grin filled with painful promises. "So, Tomura." He purred darkly, and it took everything in Tenko and his heroic spirit not to shudder away. "Why are you not reacting to this? Deku has disrespected me, how can you take it so callously?"
Instead of answering, Tenko kept his eyes focused on the back wall and his features slack.
"Tomura?" The Villain asked as he waved a hand in front of his slave's face. "Yoo-hoo, anybody home?"
"..."
The nearly faceless villain then turned his attention to Deku. "... I don't remember any of the previous thieves having a brainwashing quirk." he hummed. "Alright, Hero. What have you done to him?"
'Ah... so he is a hero.' If Tenko could high-five his heroic spirit, he would.
From the corner of his drooping eyes, Tenko could see Izuku give the ghost of a triumphant smile.
"What. Have you done?" The villain asked again.
But Deku closed his eyes with a wince, his wheezing breath being somehow worse than mister 'I need a freaking life-support system and I sound like Darth Vader.'
The scar-headed villain hummed. "You're not going to answer, are you..."
No, since Deku was clearly struggling with the whole 'staying awake' thing.
Poor thing was burning up like the sun on a summer day.
"I see..." The faceless man gave a helpless shrug. "No matter, I can always send you to doctor Garaki. If you die, the Nomu made out of you will be the source of plenty of memes and vines... and my triumph. But I would rather you survive the whole ordeal since..." once again with the dark chuckle. "You are an entertaining young man, Midoriya, and I know you gave One for All to someone. And while I could wait for the fool to attack me again..." The creepiest man in existence placed his filthy hand on Midoriya's face in a mockery of comfort. "I would rather pull it out from your own mouth!"
The next thing Tenko knew, The Faceless villain shoved his fingers down Deku's throat, making him Gag.
'Stop him now!'
the next part... Tenko moved faster than a normal human body can... and crushed the villain's head, decaying it instantly.
Terrible memories of the same thing happening to a nameless mass of man and woman overwhelmed Tenko, the smell of putrefying blood and bile is too much for him to handle.
He ripped the offending hand from the choking teen and ran out the room, somehow managing to keep whatever was in his stomach in and not adding to Deku's own mess...
But he doesn't go very far... for all he knew, this supervillain is still alive. He must be, it can't be that easy.
"S... Sorry, Deku-sama." He apologized as he leaned the sick teen to the cleanest wall he could find. "I... I should have acted before he... did that." Tenko could not help but feel another wave of nausea.
This monster in human skin had been a disgusting man... and Tenko was sure no one would miss him save his brainwashed lackeys.
"Tomur-" Someone started, and something snapped in Tenko.
"TENKO! MY NAME IS SHIMURA TENKO NOT TOMURA!" He raged as he whirled to face who dared call him by his not name... and stopped dead in his tracks.
In front of him, looking as surprised as he was... a lizard man. He had swords strapped to his body and wore body armour covered with polka dots and with a pink mohawk... or something close to it.
The otherworldly appearance was enough to distract Tenko from his misnaming.
The lizard man stood on one leg, protecting his face as he stared at the previously irate hero with deep confusion. "Shimura Tenko? Dude, no, you ain't a Shimura. Your Shigaraki Tomura, don't you remember?"
"No," Tenko answered as bluntly as possible as he stood a bit nearer from Deku, the boy Hero was now struggling to stay awake on top of his laboured breathing.
"Oh shit, Is that Deku?"
"Yes... I woke up to him like this... then." Tenko's eyes flew open as he returned his attention to the Lizard man. "Hey, who are you, and who was that... faceless man thing on life support?"
"T... Oh, I see... I guess you lost your memories." The lizard man spoke as if this was not a big deal... but to be honest, if Tomura had been working with... that guy over there, he would rather not remember, thank you very much.
"So, my name is Shuichi Iguchi, but just call me Spinner."
"Alright... and who's the Hero here?" He asked as he gestured to Deku...
He looked bad. Like... so bad.
"Fucking hell, what did you do to him? Is this one of your crazy quirks? Like... Do you have a viral quirk or something?" Spinner asked as he ogled at the sick youth.
After sparing a very short moment to check what he had for quirk, he shook his head. "No!" He snapped. "Just give me his name!" Tenko glared at the lizard-villain.
Deku was so sick, every moment waiting was a moment He lost. And Tenko had no more patience to give after the faceless bad guy.
"Geez, alright. You're even testier than before." Spinner rubbed the back of his neck. "That's Midoriya Izuku, One for All's ninth holder, All Might's successor and our Enemy."
"So... we are villains," Tenko concluded.
"Yeah... we are." Spinner shrugged. "It's not my fault if Society labels me as this cuz I look like Godzilla."
"And did you try to do anything to change it?"
"Yeah! We're trying to change society. All for Ones is destroying it as we speak." Spinner said as he rubbed the back of his head. "... To be honest though... it feels less and less like a good idea... actually, it stank the moment it started but... can't stop it now, All For One's plan has to keep going." And from the sound of it, Spinner was more resigned to his fate than enthused by victory."
"All for One?"
"... Don't tell me you forgot about your Sensei?" Spinner gasped. "Damn, that's worse than I thought."
Tenko felt a chill going down his spine.
"So... we are villains, Sensei's destroying society, Izuku is our enemy and... how does Sensei look like again?" He asked as he felt a hundred quirk singing to act.
Thankfully, his Heroic spirit was holding them back, giving Tenko the time to process the information.
"The guys a freaky old Villain, like, he was born two hundred years ago, at the dawn of quirks." Spinner explained, his eyes going wide. "He'd seen how society went from hating the quirked... his quirk let him give and take quirks, by the way, just not mutation types. Anyway, as I was saying, he saw the birth of quirk, how the quirked population was exploited and hunted down, treated like monsters..."
"Ok..." Tenko nodded as he moved a bit closer to Midoriya, his cheeks were of a sickly shade, and his breathing... gees, he made AfO sound healthy by comparison.
"Hey, are you listening to me?" Spinner asked.
"No." No use lying to him. "Besides, I killed him."
"Y-you killed who!?"
"All For One, I decayed him," Tenko informed the other villain. " I'm not Shigaraki, this man died. My name is Tenko, a Hero." He took a fighting stance. " And I won't let you destroy society anymore!"
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'Wow... I knew my fever dream could get pretty wild but... this takes the cake.' Izuku managed to think with his feverish mind. In front of his eyes, Shigaraki Tomura was fighting with Spinner, and after a bit of a scuffle, managed to pin the lizard quirked man to the wall with a rivet, and by the sound of it, it was the painful kind.
"Oops... ah... Didn't want to... ah... yeah, okay... Guess that works?" the very apologetic T-Tenko fidget as he tried to...
To be honest, Izuku was beyond caring at this point... well, he cared but...
everything hurt, he had a migraine, he couldn't feel his legs anymore and his arms were killing him.
Oh, and he felt like the slime monster had made a new home in his lungs and... did he mention how everything hurt?
He knew the only reason why he lived so long, that he survived for so long was due to One For All... and the same thing that was, ironically, slowly killing him.
He could feel it in his breaking bones. The only thing that was keeping him literally together had been a judicious use of blackwhip on his internal structure.
And... would it not be for the nasty lung infection he got while on the run, the greenette would have fought with Shigaraki, confronted the monster and...
Well, maybe not survive for long, maybe not even succeed, but he will do his best.
Besides... he wouldn't mind hanging out with Nana, Banjou, and Yoichi, they were nice...
but, as the one week of mercy came to an end, his health took a turn.
It started with a fever, then came the scratchy, painful feeling at the back of his throat...
and then the phlegm...
He could not sleep at night, the feeling of snot and mucus flowing at the back of his throat was too much like the sludge monster.
He lost his appetite, lost his energy. And more often than not, he had to rely on One for All to be able to move.
And during all this time... no one noticed how sick he was. To focus on the final fight and on training.
Izuku didn't mind... he was used to being ignored. This was not new... and it was not like he was going around exposing his weakness to people.
Well, only Kacchan knew... but at this time, it had been too late. And Izuku was already heading to where Shigaraki had been last seen.
The confrontation had been brutal... but Izuku had no regrets.
Well... he would make his mother sad, same as Eri and his friends.
But they had to learn, they had to learn that not all Heroes returned from the field. And those sacrifices had to be made.
As Shigaraki laid on the ground, half-conscious and his body rebuilding itself, Izuku bit his lips... and poured the dripping blood in his mouth, willing One For All to go to another user, another wielder... and maybe... the source.
He could feel the betrayal, the anger and the hatred the previous holder felt. The disappointment had been almost enough to make Izuku stop...
But he knew... he knew that sometimes, you have to give the Bully what they wanted...
He was tired of fighting, tired of running, of being something he was not.
He'd tried being a Hero, he gave his all.
Midoriya Izuku had become a reviled name in the span of a month. All for doing the job he was supposed to do.
He may have had some friends but... no one knew of his heavy burdens to bear. And none of them could share the thing he felt.
They would never understand him... they would never understand the desperation he'd felt when All Might gave him his quirk, the relief that he would be useful, that his life would be worth living, that there would be a meaning to his suffering.
That he would finally be someone and not a Deku... not a useless doll discarded at the side of the road.
And then... reality ensued, and Izuku realized that being a Pro-Hero meant that he now had strings, and the moment he would act on his own and not follow what the public wanted, then he would be discarded.
He was tired of this... tired of fighting, tired of running after an impossible dream.
No, Izuku now knew he could be a Hero without a quirk. Since he met many who didn't use them to fight...
But he now knew that his dream to be the number one hero was but a nightmare... a nightmare he had lived for one year too many.
How could he smile when everything went to hell?
How could he make people feel safe when they saw heroes as something worse than villains or just some characters filled with false promises?
Izuku was tired... so, so tired. Returning to UA did nothing to lift his weariness, only making it clear that he was but another weapon tasked to fulfill numerous impossible requests.
He was requested to be the symbol of hope, the new symbol of peace.
Not something alive.
Just an image for the public to consume. A character with nothing else but a script to follow and villains to capture.
He didn't feel safe in UA, and while Katsuki had apologized in his own way, Izuku's scars would never fade with mere words.
And then... there was Tenko.
He had to save him from AFO.
Now, what was intended was for Izuku to go and face the villain after his classmates were all but sacrificed to kill the league. (To keep them alive would be a terrible mistake, Izuku knew what the Hero commission had in plan for them... better they died free then shackled like Hawks.)
But... The greenette knew that trying to overpower All For One like the previous holders' would only end in a temporary and highly pyrrhic victory, and thus, the tired youth decided to go a totally different road. A different way to win this war that had lasted way too long.
The path of generosity.
And thus... He gave it back... he gave One for All back to All for One through his puppet.
He had no use for it...
And who knows? Maybe Shigaraki would calm down after he got what he wanted...
But... How about Yoichi?
Was it fair for him?
'Oh well... too late for that.' Izuku thought with regret. But after sending another glance at Tenko, his hands were bloodied up to his elbows, and he looked haunted.
Right. This had been an unforeseen development.
It was not Shigaraki Tomura anymore, but Tenko.
And Tenko had decayed All For One... he had killed his Sensei.
Izuku could still feel the huge, callous digit hitting the back of his throat, the sharp nail piercing the soft flesh there, choking him.
Another wave of Nausea hit the greenette as he heaved, his eyes tearing up at the pain in his empty stomach. There was nothing worse than being sick with a sore throat. Especially after having it raped by... this guy.
Was it bad that he was glad he was dead? Sure, he had to sacrifice Yoichi, Nana, and Banjo but...
It was over... and it wasn't like he wouldn't see them again... maybe even sooner than expected.
Would... Would Shigaraki senior be there?
Izuku closed his eyes as he felt his tears once again fall from his bloodshot eyes. It was fine... everything was fine... Shigaraki... AFO was gone, AFO was dead...
No matter what would happen, it had been worth it... so worth it.
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"Well... I guess he's really dead." Tenko spoke to absolutely no one. It was a habit he picked up...
yeah, it was a habit, alright. But it was not like he felt like he was completely alone... but it also didn't feel like it was... that guy.
Still, he would have to google how to perform an exorcism. Since... yeah, he was not taking any chances...
and how in the names of God did he know about checking on the bloodied remains? And how about exorcism?
Actually, the more he thought about it, the more things made less and less sense.
He finished decaying the last hard bits in All For One's body, getting... thing from him. Quirks, perhaps. But one thing was for sure, him returning to the room to make sure the supervillain truly was dead had been a brilliant idea... and Tenko wasn't sure he should be credited with it.
He had just been following his Heroic Spirit... a sort of presence that guided his hands.
It felt... like a very loving woman, to be honest.
Nevertheless, Tenko knew more than he should. He knew he had to check the villain to see if he was truly dead, he knew that Midoriya Izuku was not really a villain... not at first, but he also knew that AFO was lying and that he was evil... and he knew he, Shimura Tenko, was a Hero.
What he didn't know though was how he ended up in an adult body... Unless He used to be this Shigaraki Tomura before and used to be a villain.
Tenko felt his stomach twist uncomfortably at the notion... According to Spinner, he had been a villain, he wanted to be a Hero... just like his Granny Nana.
"Granana... are you proud of me now?" he asked heaven, where he knew she would be. "I killed the bad guy but... will I be able to get forgiveness for what Shigaraki did?"
"Dude... what the fuck?" Spinner quietly asked as he started at Tenko as if he had spontaneously grown a few heads.
Tenko scowled. "It's bad to swear." He said reproachfully as he kneeled in front of the Unmoving Izuku. One of his quirks told him that the Hero was... well, between sleeping and just plain unconscious.
How were those two not the same thing, Tenko wouldn't know. Still, he wanted to get the teen somewhere other than a dark, creepy hallway with the gaping lizard and the stench of death.
Thing was, Tenko had no idea what this place was like. Maybe Shigaraki Tomura knew, and the bad guy but... neither of those were available.
Unless...
"Say, Spinner-san!" Tenko addressed the riveted lizard, taking the Limp form of Izuku in his arms and off the cold and grimy ground. " Do you know where I could find a room? A bathroom, a kitchen, and some clean cloth?" he asked.
"Dude... we're stuck in the middle of a war, this place is basically a bunker and..."
"Izuku's very sick-"
"No shit."
"It's bad to-"
"Yeah, I know..." Spinner sighed. "We... lost the war. All For One is dead, Tomura has turned into his worst nightmare and now... Now Stain's Chosen is at death's door." he lamented as he let out another sigh. " I would've known this would end like this, I would've tried my chance in Taiwan, heard Mutation quirks were better seen over there."
"Yeah, Ok." Tenko groused, his patience running thin. "But how about Deku? He's super sick and... and I need to clean him and make him some soup AND YOU NOT HELPING!" He huffed as he stomped on the ground, making the whole place they were in tremble and some part of the building collapse...
right on top of where the bloody mess was, how convenient.
Spinner made a gurgling noise as an acrid smell filled the hallway.
"Uh...d-d-doctorUjikoshouldbearoundhersomwehresincehe'sallforone'sphisicianOHGODPLEASEDONTKILLME!" He screeched at the end for the simple reason that Tenko came close to him.
Tenko should feel bad about this since Hero's never made others fear them unless they were enemies.
Now, The blue... huh...
The snow-headed youth had no idea if Spinner could be a potential party member, but at the same time, Midoriya Izuku was not getting any better, far from it.
"Do you know where Doctor Kiyudai is?" Tenko asked as he got right into Spinner's face, making a scary face.
He had no idea if it really was a scary face, but one thing for sure, Spinner's whimper was pretty loud.
"Ah! Ah!... I don't know man, the creeps like to stay in his lab, no idea how he managed to get out from Tartarus or whatever they keep villains in right now... That's the guy that made you able to withstand All For One... He makes Nomus and-and... he should... He should have what Deku needs, you know?"
"No, I don't." Tenko gave the lizard man some cheeks. "But thank you for telling me, though... So where's the Lab?"
~0~
For his part, doctor Garaki was having... a day.
Oh, yes! He was glad he'd managed to escape custody and made it back to his Lord's side.
But... There was one glaring problem.
He was out of Nomu material, and, after transferring himself to his perfect vessel (like, 98% done). All For One's body had turned vegetative and a hundred percent dependent on his life support.
Not that he could live without less at the best of times.
Still, once his Master would be victorious, it would be a cinch to heal him completely.
Especially since there would be plenty of new material to use, perhaps, from a certain green-haired problem?
Or perhaps, he would finally let go of the two-hundred-year-old wreck and finally get himself something nice and perky.
Those buns were a work of art if Garaki would say so himself. it was fortunate that Tomura had managed to find enough food to survive for so long without his master, and he'd even managed to survive Gigantomachia.
Truly outstanding!
It also meant that the young man had all the potential to sculpt the body of God. and by the power of all science, he had managed to do so...
Well, close to it. Tomura's chronically dried skin and numerous scars still littered his otherwise perfect body. Maring what should have been the perfect body of the new God.
He blamed the whole thing on Midoriya's head. really, the little freak of nature should have suicided the moment he got the news of his new quirkless nature. but noooo! The little shit just kept pushing until All Might pitied him so much, he put his own DNA in the little virgin.
"How disgusting." Garaki sneered as he crawled out from under his seismic proof desk. it was a good sign, to be honest, for it meant that his Glorious master was still fighting.
Maybe it was the useless brat with the hand me down DNA, or maybe it was yet another Hero?
"Hey! Midoriya's not disgusting!"The voice of his master's puppet broke through his reveries, making the bald man jump up to the ceiling like a cat in the middle of a rocking chair convention.
The sight that met doctor Garaki was...
Shigaraki stood tall and proud, his cloak was gone exposing what would soon be considered the greatest work of art and the source of all inspiration.
but unfortunately, his chest was hidden behind a useless boy that he hoped was dead.
As fun as vivisecting should be, Garaki knew full well that to keep a hero alive longer than necessary was a terrible idea, better not give them a chance to get their second wind at all.
Pragmatism was key for all success... if you were not All for One, that is.
Still, Midoriya-kun was a mess. His suit, a new creation, from the look of it, was already no better than some filthy scraps of ungodly expansive fabric held together with some kind of hopes and dreams. Probably belonging to Midoriya. He was bloodied, mucus of different colours dripped from his nose and the only clean part of his flush face was the tear tracks on his cheeks.
Oh, and did he mention the fever?
Yes, Deku had (of course) a nasty infection going on, and Garaki didn't even need a culture to tell him that. And this was on top of the usual result of having the teen face a God with nothing but a hand me down.
"With all due respect, my Lord. Deku is disgusting... to me at least. but I'm sure you have something planned for our 'guest'." The doctor let out a chuckle. "Well, supposing he's alive, that is..."
"Yeah, he is!" Shigaraki gave... a very out-of-character grin.
it was... too pure. too innocent to be his master.
Behind his glasses, Garaki's eyes narrowed. Who was this persona that dared to take control of his glorious master?
"Oh, and before I forget." Shigaraki ( Tomura? No, Tenko?) broke the Doctor out of his musing. "My name is Shimura Tenko, I'm a Hero, just like Midoriya-san, I killed the faceless bad guy on life support and I request your assistance in healing Deku." his smile fell. "And if you don't, and you want to avenge your master... my actions will be swift and painful..."
At this news, Garaki could only make a strangled noise from the back of his troth.
"If you managed to get to the Villains room, you will only see dust and blood, I've made sure there was nothing else," Tenko Explained with a falsy sweet smile that tasted of Splenda. " I don't remember you, but the way you act tells me you were serving... that guy-"
"His name is ALL FOR ONE!" Garaki roared! "He is my lord... AND NOTHING WILL KILL HIM!"
Tenko leaned in closer despite the dying problem in his arms. "I did... " He whispered before shifting Midoriya in his arms until one hand was freed. "And if you prove yourself to be a problem like him, I won't hesitate."
"But... Hero's don't kill people." Garaki grinned. "Ah, you are still a hellspawn. I shouldn't be surprised after you killed your Family."
"Maybe... but I'll still be a Hero. Cuz heroes will kill villains if they won't surrender and have no redeeming qualities." Tenko drew himself to his full height and cocked his head to the side. "So... this is your last chance. Help me help Izuku...Or face the consequences." Shimura furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes.
this was not a threat.
This was a God promising retribution.
"W... what do you need?" Doctor Garaki asked with a trembling voice.
This caused the... childish god's shoulder to sag, and if the old doctor's ears were any good, he would have sworn the God had sighed in relief.
"Izuku-kun needs a bed to sleep in... I need to wash him but... umm... Listen, I have no idea what I'm doing, just help me make him better?"
Garaki knew he was having whiplash at this point. In one moment, the New God, The killer of All for One went from being Nemesis reborn to a vulnerable child.
He could exploit that...
"Oh, and if he dies, I'm killing you slowly."
"That's not very heroic."
"Killing your patient's not heroic." Tenko shot back as he pulled his tongue out.
yep, definitely a child... a dangerous one.
And no... he could not exploit that.
So… Another Fanfiction.
(like at all the unfinished one.)
I know there is one author who named her series 'Bitch with no sense control has started another thing'...
Ah! right…
*Look back at the folder, what he had posted, the three first chapters of three different story and the two other fanfic stuck in her head.*
…Right.