I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
ENJOY!
...
Clasping his hands together, his eyes focused on each of the pro-heroes present.
Straight to the point, Sitch opened his mouth, "We have uncovered the exact location of the Monster Association's hideout. I've refused to believe this for a long time, but the truth is often cruel."
Sitch pressed the button to the small device in his right hand, as a visualisation screen came into life, showing a hologram of the Monster Rehabilitation Department tower, "Just underneath the tower, we've discovered a tunnel that is conveniently directed towards a singular area in the depths. From various footages from our transparent drones, we could see this..."
He pressed a button again, revealing a woman with a long, aqua-blue hair taking a strode with six other figures, which oddly resembled the six attackers back at the USJ, "Not many of you know this, but the Monster Rehabilitation Department is a program that we've created in purpose of curing the wave of mysterious beings, and we succeeded for a while."
"You did this without our say? Or any of the higher staffs? You kept this to yourself?" It was Tatsumaki's turn to speak, "Taking monsters into your secret little hideout so you can perform needless experiments on them?"
Sitch was bewildered by the sudden hostility, but he didn't return with the same gesture, "I assure you, I did this for the greater good for mankind."
"'The greater good for mankind'," Tatsumaki mocked, "Yeah, and look how that turned out."
"Tatsumaki, you will not speak unless-"
"Good grief, you even have more than a decade old missing villain working with you!" Tatsumaki pointed at the hologram, "Look! Take a good fucking peek and you'll realise how much you've fucked up."
"Wait!" Zonbiman stood up, "Is that Psykos?!"
"Psykos..." Atomic Samurai rubbed his chin, "Name kind of rings a bell, but..never met her, or seen her face."
"I've looked into her case for a long time. That's her!" Zonbiman added.
"Right?" Tatsumaki's expression contorted unpleasantly, "Idiot!"
"..." Sitch remained silent.
"Are you going to speak for yourself for being so fucking gullible? You're literally the director of the Hero Commission, you should know-" Then, realisation dawned on her..
"You knew, did you?" Tatsumaki's words came out with a bitter taste.
"...We had an...affair for a while." Sitch confessed, "I must admit, at the time, I.. didn't know. Psykos is an anonymity among all the criminal cases. Nobody knew who she is, her backstory, her family."
The word family seems to struck something inside of Tatsumaki.
"But she revealed to me at the highest stage of our relationship. She told that she's changed, and-"
"And you fell to her deceitful acts." Atomic Samurai gripped the table hard enough for the side of it to crack, "Putting everything at risk just for the sake of sating your lustful urges...has the Hero Commission gotten so low?"
Sitch didn't respond.
"King!" Tatsumaki threw a scarred man with a stoic look a glare, "You haven't spoken a thing since the start. Why don't you give us some of your 'insightful' platitudes?"
"...I wish to remain silent for now." King replied, "For my energy is depleted from my travel to Mustafu."
"And apparently the supposed 'strongest' hero here is a no-brainer." Metal Bat remarked, referring to King, who slumped into his seat in silence.
"I assure you, this...blunder of mine will be rectified. Our top priority is now to plan our next move against the Monster Association." Sitch tried to reassure them, but the hollow attempt at calming down the storm felt gratuitous."
"Now, I'm going to need to ask for each of your- wait...does any of you happen to know about the current whereabouts of Silverfang?" Sitch asked, much to everyone's bewilderment.
They all conversed, but a man in the middle of the seat arrangement tilted his head upwards, written on his tag was..
"Number one hero, Ignition."
...
Everything seemed to blur in his vision, like a rapidly shrinking hole, closing the wider view of what's outside.
But then...
He found himself standing over a strange residue. One that is unknown to him.
"Brother.." Came the gentle, tender voice of a white haired teen, his kind eyes baring into the other kid, "What happened?"
"...did good." The teen with a slightly more kempt ashen hair replied with a somber tone, "Good things."
"They are not..fun." He dropped the bag in front of the doorstep. A swelling could be seen around his eyelid.
"Hisashi," Yoichi caressed his brother's cheek, "You can talk it out with me."
"I don't wish to."
"Why?"
"You will not understand. In a world where morals and ethics prevails, none of you..will ever understand." He clenched his fists.
"Try me." Yoichi gently coaxed him into his side, "Talk me through it. I'll try to."
"...I tried to help them. Everyone. Using my meta-powers for the greater good. But they took advantage of me. Misused the gifts I gave them to beat me up with it. Collectively. Everyone called me a freak." Hisashi's muscles tensed, as his very legs shook, trembling in response to the abundance of emotions that overtook him, his brows furrowed, "A freak! Can you believe it?! Instead of being praised for my well intentioned deeds, they oscratized me, tainted my reputation!
"Brother..." Hisashi gripped his brother by the shoulder, his teeth gritting, gnashing it as his emotions began to pile, "I tried. I have tried! It's not fun. None of this is fun! Being good isn't fun!"
"Hisashi-!"
Hisashi slammed his brother against the wall, his eyes glinting with animosity, "BEING GOOD PUTS YOU AT AN DISADVANTAGE!"
"Why be good, when you can take so much?" Hisashi said, "I have the power to trample those who would oppose me," His eyes began to glow in red, "Those who would mean me harm. I can harvest an army of my own, I can be the demon king that stands above all other lifeforms!"
"Hisashi..." Yoichi puts his hand on Hisashi's cheek, "I understand your anger, and I won't judge you for it. What those kids did to you was horrible, but isn't it in our nature to be better than those who are worse than us? Don't we strive to be better? Don't let their ungrateful actions define who you are."
Hisashi took his words in, as his expression softened. He loosened his grip on his brother's shoulder, as he turned away, his shoulders hung low, "... I'm sorry."
Then, both of them turned their eyes towards someone at the corner.
Garou took a step back, his eyes scanning the two kids in front of him. Did they know that he was standing there?
Judging by their looks, they do.
"I'm sorry, son." Hisashi uttered these words from his mouth.
Garou's feet trembled, as he reluctantly took a step forward, but then, something sucked him out from the jumbled plane of existence that he was standing in.
...
Garou's eyes processed the light that entered his pupils, the walls encircling around him.
There was only a single lamp, and a table filled with surgery tools.
That dream...was it just a fluke, or is that really...?
He tilted his head to the right, only to be greeted with a grotesque man smirking right back at him. Startled, he tried to move his muscle as an immediate response to the present threat.
But as it seems, his muscles refused to move.
"I saved yer sorry ass, this the response I get?" The obese man said, "Had to stitch your wounds back together. Royal Ripper really did you nasty. If I were you, I would've shoved that asshole's blades up his ass."
"Hnnn.." Garou clutched to his stitched wounds. They still hurt like hell.
"Don't bother to stand. It'll just rip the stitch." The man said.
"Who the fuck are you?" Garou asked.
"Ask nicely, and I'll answer."
"That's as nice as I can get." Garou retorted.
"Hmph." The man crossed his arms, "Was hopin' we could be friends or something but..whatever. My name's Fuhrer Ugly."
"The fuck kinda name is that?"
"It perfectly describes me, does it?" Fuhrer Ugly replied.
"I guess." Garou then continued, "So, mind if I take a stroll-"
"Someone clogged your ears? I already said you're not getting up." Fuhrer Ugly insisted.
"I'm fine, I'm not a damn baby. I can handle a little pain."
"Yeah, but we're not too keen on the possibility of you dying, so you better stay put."
"What, so you can use me as one of your fucking expendable tools or something?" Garou asked back with hostility.
"To be honest, all of us are tools in a way."
"Cut the philosophical bullshit off, and let me take a walk."
"Do I have to sedate you again?" Fuhrer Ugly replied, exasperated.
Garou's head moved back and forth, trying to think of something.
As Fuhrer Ugly grabbed the sedative fluids, Garou quickly rolled into the side, ignoring the pain that was weighing on him, he delivered a kick to the receptacle containing the sedative fluids, flinging it against the wall as it shattered.
"Hey, that was expensive-!"
Fuhrer Ugly was met with a swift kick to his side, sending him straight through the concretes at an alarming speed.
Landing on the ground, Garou only focused on escaping.
And somehow go back to Mustafu without any help.
He had unfinished business there, so to say.
As he ran through the hollow corridor-like room, he could hear the rattling of bones and the eerie growls of the monsters that were there.
Best to ignore them.
Also god, how fucking unsanitary this place could be?
But then, the walls in front of him exploded, and emerged in front of him..
A massive hound with six eyes, roaring as it took a step forward.
Aw fuck.
...Yokohama, Kamino Ward
"You sure that kid doesn't have any misplaced grudges against us or something?" Yagi asked, strolling the sidewalks along with Bang.
"Our decision had to be made before anything else goes sideways. Let him indulge himself in his grudge, better that than him being turned into the Commission's personal tool." Bang replied sternly
"Got a point there, but eh... I've had my fair share of grudge-holding kids, some of them almost becoming an unhinged villain." Yagi shrugged, "Hope you know what you're doing."
As they halted in front of the Monster Rehabilitation Department tower, Yagi scanned the tall building as a whole, "You sure you don't want to take the subtle approach?"
"You can." Bang said, "While I gather information at the main lobby, you can enter through the sewage system to find the main base's location."
"Aw great, my outfit's gonna reek of dogshit after we're done.." Yagi readjusted his glasses, "Guess I'll just stick with the sweater for now."
"Why are you still wearing your glasses?" Bang asked, incredulous.
"This thing is like a phone at this point, so why not?" Yagi shrugged, as he crouched down to the main entrance of the sewer: A hole with a cover, "See you on the other side, then?"
"Good luck, Yagi."
When Yagi opened the cover from the hole, he replied back, "You too. Also, you gotta stop calling me by my last name. Toshi is fine."
Before Bang could respond, Yagi already entered the sewer with a swift jump.
"...oh well."
Bang tilted his head back to the Monster Rehabilitation Department. He's got a lot of shit to unpack from here and out.
...
"Dude's comm is off." Zombieman said, "Can't contact him. Maybe someone else got the wind of his current whereabouts?"
"No. He didn't tell me anything." Atomic Samurai replied, "He just went off ever since last night."
"We will continue this plan whether Silverfang is with us or not." Sitch stood up, interrupting them, "Let him be dormant. This plan can't be delayed."
"Okay, what's the gist? We just..barge in into that hellhole and blast everything to pieces?" Metal Bat chimed in.
"Some of you will fight on the surface, while the stronger heroes can enter the underground area to scout for the base's location. I've assigned a multitude of heroes below the rank of ten to fight on the surface." Sitch replied.
"Okay, let me stop you right there," Tatsumaki held her hands up, "These lower ranked heroes, you got names? Any particular ones that might not sit well with me?"
"Well..." Sitch hesitated for a second, "Maybe not any particular ones-"
"Don't even think of lying. I can feel your emotions." Tatsumaki said, her body surrounded by flaring, glinting green aura.
"...I have assigned The Blizzard's Bunch to take lead to the assault on the surface." Sitch admitted.
"I don't give a fuck about the Blizzard Bunch," Tatsumaki slammed the desk, "But by any chance, did you put the leader of the group onboard?"
"...yes."
"Call it off." Tatsumaki accusingly pointed at the Director, "Call it off or I'll demolish this whole building."
"Tatsu-chan, calm down. From what I've heard, Fubuki volunteered to take on the job." Zombieman said, rubbing circles on Tatsumaki's back, to which she replied by swatting his hand away.
"I warned you, director." Tatsumaki lowered her tone as her aura began to consume every object in the meeting room, "Under any circumstances, you simply don't try to get Fubuki involved in a mission such as this one."
"Does it not hinder your sister's progression as a hero overall?" Sitch countered, "Your constant nagging and need to protect her will only chase her away-"
"I'm not in any mood for your 'familial' advises." Tatsumaki interrupted, "Call. The Fucking. Orders. Off."
"Tatsumaki, you have to see it from a tactical standpoint instead of following through with your impulses," Atomic Samurai added, "Fubuki could be an integral part of this plan's success, seeing how she managed to gather a group of powerful heroes."
"She's a low ranking hero, for crying out loud!" Tatsumaki yelled, "She's only fit on dealing with lower level threats! Not a fully-fledged, dangerous organisation on par with the likes of The Hero Commission!"
"Don't you think underestimating her makes it an indirect disrespect and degradation of your sister?!" Atomic Samurai replied indignantly.
"She's strong, I'll give her that! But this is Psykos that we're talking about! I'm not letting her near that bitch!" Tatsumaki slammed the table so fiercely, that it almost split in two, "CALL THE ORDERS OFF!"
...
..
"No." Sitch's decision was final, and Tatsumaki, for one, isn't pleased by his defiance.
"FINE!" Tatsumaki levitated in the air, "I'll fetch her myself!"
"Tatsu-chan, you have to think this through-" But Zombieman's words fell on deaf ears, and the only thing that's left of the ceiling is a wide, gaping hole, with the sun's rays going through it.
...
"Damn, this thing's not even working." Yagi tried to use the GPS on his glasses, but it came to an abrupt halt when the glasses notified him of an error message.
"You gotta be kidding me," Yagi lamented to himself, "I've been walking around for like what, fifteen minutes or so? And this THING'S not even cooperating!"
"Guess I'll just take a stroll around this cesspool for a while," Yagi said, "And maybe interrogate a monster or two."
As he walked, suddenly, he felt something moving behind him. A wind passed him by, and he could feel the tip of his hair moving. Something's here? Could be. But it was too fast for his vision to catch on.
Then, he could hear it again. He reacted fast enough to avoid whatever it is trying to attack him from behind.
The assailant that tried to slash him landed on the ground ceremoniously, tilting his head slightly.
The man was wearing a brown robe with a hood covering the details of his face.
Yagi quickly rushed to his side, with an eerie expression, he asked, "Hey, what's the big idea?"
The mysterious man never responded.
"The silent treatment after attempting murder now, huh? What was that all of a sudden?" Yagi asked, and the man appeared to be...trembling?
Why?
"Oi, answer my question." Yagi's hands balled into a curled, tightened fist, "Are you one of the Monster Association's lackeys? If so, any chance you know about the main entrance to that base of yours? Anything? Are you even listening to me? Want me to beat the shit out of you?"
The man's immediate respond to imminent, unstoppable threat, apparently, is to attempt another go at him once again.
But the unexpected happens.
Yagi caught the tip of the blade without exerting a single effort. With a sigh, he said, "Since you're bent on killing me for no reason, I guess it's sensible to come to the conclusion that you're a monster."
"W- wait!" The man opened the hood, revealing all the details on his face, "Look at me! Does it look like I'm a monster?!"
A man that appears to be aging, yet..not at the same time? He seemed familiar, with the sharp, blue eyes, and the ice-blonde shoulder length hair..
Wait...
"Flashy Flash-san?"
"Yagi Toshinori.." The man stepped forward, "I apologise, I.. didn't recognise you back there. Not seeing you for a long time has it's downsides."
"Wait, what were you doing in here? Seems out of the blue. Didn't you retire?" Yagi asked.
"I did. But an informant told me of the Commission's plan, and from what I've heard, the plan is not a good one." Flashy Flash then continued as he unsheathed his blade, "They're planning to raid the whole tower without so much as an afterthought, even the evacuation of the city doesn't come into mind. So I came here in case of an emergency, and I intend to end this as soon as possible: By taking the enemy down from the shadows."
"The old-fashioned ninja way, yeah." Yagi then accusedly pointed his finger at Flashy Flash, "So, why are you even still here? From the looks of it, you've been here for a long time."
"I..."
"Don't tell me you got lost."
Flashy Flash didn't respond for a while.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"I'm not 'lost.' I simply needed..sufficient directions." Flashy Flash said, "And you might be the one that I will use to provide it."
"Seems like a weird and stretchy way to say that you're lost." Yagi deadpanned, "Sure, I guess, but I mean..my only means of directions are malfunctioning right now."
"...oh."
"So I guess we'll be walking around this shithole for another while." Yagi concluded.
"...well, I guess so." Flashy Flash said as he walked away.
Yagi's eyes darted to the walls, "Or we could just punch our way straight through these barricades, hoping to find any form of answers."
"...wait, you don't possibly think that there could be people behind-"
His words came into a halt when Yagi punched a hole through the concrete. He looked back, "Let's go! What are you waiting for?"
"...okay, whatever floats your boat." Flashy Flash as he sprinted away along with Yagi.
TO BE CONTINUED!