1-Not a Happy Origin.
I am one hundred percent that there are a lot of versions of me running around the multiverse that had a good Origin as Pro-Heroes.
Mine?.
Not that much.
Okay, that is a bit unfair. Until I was fourteen years old, I was quite the average child. A bit odd, in the sense that I had pointed teeth and my Quirk was "Hardening", the ability to increase the durability and resistance of my body. 80% of the population of the world had Quirks, some awesome some not so much, so I did not stand much. Not to mention that Liminals are way more eye-catching than me.
Honestly, some people are walking anthros and everything, heck, there are entire races of Monster Girls and Boys, although, the correct term is Liminal or heteromorphic races.
The cop that put me behind bars for the first time at my sixteen birthday was a dogman; quite a nice guy actually. I swear that I saw a family of frog theme individuals playing on the beaches of Musutafu when I was working as a muscle for a smuggling ring.
Compared to those individuals, I was a human Metapod, yeah, I made a pokemon, more specifically, a first-generation pokemon reference, but I am eighteen years old and the first pokemon game is from the nineteen ninety-six.
Well, that´s because I am not the original owner of this particular body. I came into existence in the broken and bloodied body of Kirishima Eijiro when a monster called Gigantomachia busted the train where he and his family where traveling on.
In a pure "Karma is a fucking bitch" moment, I had kind of a story with the gigantic aberration of a disciple of the biggest asshole on Earth. The boogeyman called All For One. He does not appear in the storybooks because he had the entire world scared shitless of his power. He is capable of taking and giving Quirks to anyone. In a world where Quirks are all, its a very scary shit.
I know it well, he used that bullshit one, hence the I "had" the Quirk of "Hardening". When I became an orphan, I called the attention of the League of Villains; I kid you not, they really call themselves that; interested in how I managed to survive the rage of Gigantomachias relatively well.
The three weeks that I had to pass on the hospital tend to disagree with that idea, but the League of Villains and their leader are not precisely characterized for their common sense or sane logic. All For One saw something interesting in me and decided to play scrabble with my Quirk.
To be honest, at that point I was a depressed and broken kid that has lost his family and his dreams and his quirk and his health in one swift swoop.
You see, Eijiro had a dream. He wanted to be a hero, a Pro-hero that protected everybody, a daredevil like All Might that could jump into hell with a laugh and protect the innocent when they need it.
It was not a bad dream, I have more or less adopted it for myself, but the problem was that Eijiro experienced something that sowed too many doubts in his heart although, it also sowed the seed of love, I will talk about that later.
One fated day, Eijiro was on the street and a cloaked Gigantomachias was asking two schoolgirls for directions. Like any sane person would do, the two poor girls were scared shitless of the fourteen meters tall, ogre-like features of the bastard and were on the verge of having a crying panic attack.
Eijiro wanted to jump in, to defend the girls and protect them from the monster.
Unfortunately, Eijiro was terrified, full of doubts and insecurities, well, the average teenager honestly; but then Mina Ashido, the pink-colored cheerful classmate of him jumped in front of the Giant and gave him the indications that he was asking about.
The monster thanked her and move on, mumbling about his fucking master.
Mina collapsed and cried along with her friends about how scary it has been.
Meanwhile, Eijiro was feeling like the worst asshole in the world.
I can not blame the lad, the entire thing was terrifying from the eyes of a fucking child, a monster that was bigger than a freaking building was asking for directions and when he was not answered, his fingers cracked the cement of the wall of the nearby building.
That same night, Eijiro had an epiphany of sorts after, by accident, he saw again an interview with a retired Pro-Hero called Crimson Riot. The words of the man were spot on and reached the heart of Eijiro that bowed to himself that he will become a great hero like Crimson Riot.
It was a very noble idea, I was one hundred percent behind that, but fate seemed to have other plans for the boy and the next day after he managed to apologize to Mina for being a coward and all; the lass has a very nice smile; Eijiro took the train with his family to look out how to become a Pro-Hero and the last rampage of Gigantomachias took place right on top of them.
Technically, all family died there; I awoke in the middle of the carnage and I barely managed to crawl my way out of the wreckage before a Pro-Hero found me and took me out of the battle zone.
As I said, three weeks later I was an orphan, my entire family died in the disaster and I had no familiars or relatives that could take care of me. Before I could even become a ward of the state and put into an orphanage for the last years before my adulthood, the League of Villains kidnaps me and several other "interesting" individuals.
My memory of that particular space of time is a jumbling mess, I had vague recollections of being in a hospital of some sort and I know that I passed a looooot of time submerged in a freaking Vacta tube of some sort. It was a mixture of boring, painful, a mess, and a complete nightmare, all of it tinted in green and blue of the liquid and the screens of the nearby machines.
Star Wars reference, I know, I am older than Eijiro by about three decades, so between both our ages combined I am about sixty-eight years old.
A sixty years old inside the body of a seventeen years of age aspirant of Pro-Hero. Man, I am something out of Stan´s "The Man" comics.
Anyhow, for about four months, I believe, I was prodded, stabbed, tested, stretched, pounded, turn inside out and back again until whatever curiosity my kidnappers had was satisfied. They seemed to be baffled about me, I had something on me that allows me to take Quirks like the Nomus, but I did not mutate as drastically as them and I retained most of my intellect.
Boss-man himself, All For One, came to the lab where I was along dozens of others and played Play-doh with our asses until he has enough fun and got whatever he was looking for.
I never experienced such a visceral and primal terror as the one that I felt under the metallic visage of the black apparatus that All For One has over his face and shoulders. The worst was the smile, the absolute confidence of the monster in his superiority. We were his toys and that was an absolute truth.
Six survived and among them, I believe that I am the only one that has to retain his humane appearance.
I am six feet and some inches tall and muscular as hell, my hair is spiked and vibrant red, I have two horn-like hair spikes over my forehead and my eyes are red. Because of all the shit that I had to endure in those fourth months of hell, my skin had a lot of thin scar lines; fortunately, they are not visible and one must really look out for them; and when I touch my own skin I had the sensation that I am touching leather more than skin.
Originally, Eijiro´s hair was black, although I know that he had plans to dye it red to be closer to Crimson Riot. Now that I am a natural redhead; mercy from my captors that found it hilarious; I fulfilled one of the dreams of the boy whose body I hijacked without a fucking clue about why or how.
Out of the lab does not means out of the League. My mind was a mess and I was not a security risk but because I have failed as a "Nomu" I was out of the lab, where the rest of the successful experiments were about to take place, but I became one of the many muscles of the League.
Low tier muscle that the League used for all kinds of tasks and deals. The broker of the League of Villains, a guy called Giran, usually had me around as bodyguard and attack dog, just in case a deal went pear-shaped. Also, Giran had a mental based Quirk called "Muddiness" that mess up the memories of a person for five minutes before and after Giran´s used it.
Meaning, Giran´s fucked my brain several times a day. My memories are even more fucked up than my time at the lab, at last there, it was just a matter of pain and enduring the assholery of the workers of the lab, but here, it was a completely different kind of asshole turning my brain into a muss.
Not that they cared much about my brain´s health, I was little more than a more coherent than normal Nomu prototype and if I ended up brain dead, I was not considered a great loss of the League.
There were others like me, individuals that were "crafted" by whoever ran the lab and All For One to perform specific tasks. As I was cannon fodder at best, they do not share much, but I was always listening, waiting for the chance to get out of that hellhole.
With constant memory holes because of Giran´s Quirk, my memories of my time as muscle for the League were vague, to put it mildly. However, I was clever enough to watch, learn, and look out for my chance to get out of that hellhole.
Curiously enough, Giran did seem to like me enough to actually provide me with clothes, food, lodging, and answers to my questions when we were out of business and my answers had nothing to do with whatever he was dealing with at the time. Also, I blame him for my smoking habit.
If the numbers I ran were right, I pass about a year or so as Giran´s personal bodyguard/attack dog, at October sixteen, when I was about to become sixteen years old, Giran decided to give a birthday present of sorts. The humor of the man is rotten as his morals.
In modern society, especially in Japan, what are considered oddities are best kept out of public sight. It goes double for any sex-related issues. With the apparition of Quirks, the sex industry found a new ground where to spread the love, but some of the more esoteric practices and the twist that some Quirks can give to the business made a lot of them go Underground.
That never stopped the Pro-heroine called Midnight, though.
The point in the case, Giran sold me to a dominatrix in the red district, she even had a codename and everything, pity that Giran fucked up my mind before the show, leaving me with a jumbled mess of memories and my ass in jail for the first time.
I lost my V-card with a dominatrix, on top of a stage, and when the police raided the place for drugs, they found me chained to a wall, covered in all kind of fluids that I prefer not to think about, dehydrated, bloodied and dying for a shower, a meal and a bed in whatever order I could find.
Giran sang like a bird and put a lot of shit on me, after all, my handprints were in the broken bodies of several of the individuals that have tried to one-up Giran on the deals he did for the League of Villains. Also, I was a known figure among the thugs of the town as Giran´s bodyguard and hitter.
I was a minor, big surprise actually, I did not have an idea about what my real age was, but I was sixteen according to the numbers that officer Kenji; the dog head policeman that I spoke about at the beginning; show me and I had to serve my time in one of the reformatories of the city for young criminals.
It sounded awesome for me, a place where to crash without the fear of being called back to the fucking lab or where an asshole will not play Scrabble with my head because he did not like what I could have eared?. That sounds pretty good actually.
Police dogman did seem to be in equal parts disgusted, impressed, and terrified of my tale about being an experiment that went wrong and how Giran´s Quirk granted that my memories of anything related to his work would be as useful as crayon drawings. Still, I was a nobody without anything to call my own; literally, all my clothes and possessions were given to me by Giran and only because walk around in the buff was not well seen socially; so I had zero support and I was quickly sent to the nearest Juvenile prison.
On a perfect world, I would have made my time, walk out of prison and try a new hand in life, but Fate had another new and shiny ax to grind with my sorry ass and the director of the reformatory where I was sent was a corrupt pig that got his rocks off with Quirk cage matches.
The reformatory was more a training facility for fighters than a prison. Any prisoner that called the attention of the guards; who was always scouting for talent for the cages; was put through a test, in the form of a fight with inmates that have made a career out of that, and see if the youngster had what it takes for a cage match.
Thanks to the brain fuckery that I have suffered since I awake in the lab and the sequels of the Quirk play-doh of All For One, I was actually quite the material for all kinds of contact sports. From boxing to football, I was an exceptional specimen, so it was not hard for me to end up in the cages.
Way before I was Kirishima Eijiro, I was a positive person, always seeing the glass half full and trying to find silver linings even in the worst situations. Also, I am broken goods. Years of having my brain put through the metaphorical grinder had left me completely bonkers, though, my madness was actually quite comfortable.
Thanks to my peculiar mindset, I was capable of walk in and out of the cages; be it covered in the blood of my rivals or my own; as if I was having a stroll.
When I had five minutes outside of the cages and when I attended to the actually useful curses that the reformatory imparts to its inmates to become functional members of society I dig a bit about what could be wrong with me.
Please, absent yourselves from making any joke about how I should have a lookout for what was Not wrong with me, the list would have been shorter.
Anyhow, without a real professional backing up my theories and findings, I may be a case of depersonalization disorder. In essence, I detach from reality without losing sight of it, as a third party observer inside my own body; it came with amnesia, low self-esteem, depression, and periods of mental fugue. Add the hormonal imbalances and brain damages that I had because of the experiments and I was a textbook definition of a nutjob.
On the positive side of things, I find that I like cooking and I got my studies up to snuff. I was actually quite good at this as I had the memories of an adult, I had to brush up some bases but I did good on the tests and then I realized that I had a chance to actually fill an old and dusted dream.
If, and only if, I managed to do my time, kept my nose as clean as possible, once I am out of here I could look out for a sponsor and try my hand at an entrance into a Hero academy all over the country or beyond, I spoke Japanese, English, Spanish and French, so I am quite confident in my chances in Europe and USA.
I can become the hero that Eijiro wanted to be, it would be a good homage to the child whose life was cut short by a deluded monster and the arrogance of a fucker like All For One. I liked it, I liked it a lot, be an individual that would prevent other kids like me had her lives screwed up beyond recognition for the hubris of third parties.
The name was already chosen and everything, Red Riot. It was fitting, Eijiro chose it to pay homage to Crimson Riot and I have taken it as my own. It was a funny coincidence that in the League of Villains, everyone and their mother called me Red because of my hair but never bothered to actually ask for my real name. Assholes, all of them.
Everything was fine, I try to keep myself as clean as possible, I managed to do not end up crippled in the cage matches or crippling anyone; harder than it looks with Quirks involved, and I managed to get my studies certificates and the promise of a recommendation for a Pro-hero that was a sucker for tragic stories like mine. It was that or end up as a Vigilante, not precisely what I had in mind, but Vigilantes could actually be made good of money and really will serve me to unleash some retribution of the League of Villains.
To keep my nose as clean as possible, I said that Vigilantes were a problem, but in truth, I was convinced that they did a great job sometimes, the problem was that a lot of the Vigilantes were little more than Villains trying to play as heroes, but there are rare gems among the Vigilantes that are actually good people trying to clean up some very bad rubbish.
Do not take me wrong, blood is a heavy burden and only half baked monsters like me could potentially carry that burden relatively unscathed. All Might should Never, EVER, kill anyone, tainting the symbol is the worst possible thing to do. All Might is hope, is a symbol of everything good, the last thing such an individual should do is to kill.
Pro-heroes are not soldiers, they are not trained to kill. Sure, some pros, like Endeavor, I could see them killing their objectives and I am half convinced that I have listened about how some pros in America did slay a lot of mutated fauna from a demented asshole with a mutating type Quirk who was playing god with a Liminal population.
Giran´s Quirk screwed with my head way too much and way too happy but my long term memory was relatively intact and can study and memorize like everybody else, that means that when I was able to get my hands in a newspaper out of Giran´s eyes, I caught up with the rest of the world. Only recently have I re-discovered how to use a computer and the use of iPhones and social media.
On a side note, I am famous in the V.N. The Villain Network, the answer to the Hero Network that the heroes use to compile information and to gather resources in case of a crisis. I am considered a potential aspirant to the Musutafu Quirk Cage matches championship.
The actual champion was a punching machine called Kendo Rappa, I saw one video and it was like seeing a living industrial jackhammer made of punches. His brutal, violent, and all-out aggressive fighting style was terrific to see. Mentally I gave myself a fifty/fifty chance to defeat him and only because my Quirks, in plural, are capable of withstanding the barrage of concrete shattering punches.
Ah, yeah, the topic of my Quirks.
As I have already explained, I am a failure Nomu. I am half-convinced that I knew how to made a Nomu, as I was one of them, but something went wrong in the process and my body rejected whatever created the Nomus. The only thing that I remember is that All For One inject Quirks into the Nomus and then something happens and a Nomu is born.
In my perspective, the Nomu process is something like this:
1- A body.
2-All For One puts Quirks into the body.
3-Lots of scientific mumbo jumbo and surgeries
4-?
5-Profit.
So, as you can see, I am far from being an expert in the Nomu fabrication process, in fact, I am convinced that the entire thing failed as all successful Nomus that I have seen are brainless. They are meat, powerful meat, but meat that does not respond to anything and lacked a mind. I have no idea what the heck had the bastard in his mind to create those things but it was way out of my league.
Originally, I had a Quirk that allowed me to harden myself. Remember the Metapod reference?. Essentially that, I harden my body, however, I never discovered up to what point before All For One took that Quirk from and who knows what he did with it. In exchange, I got a mess-up of Quirks that I endearingly called, "Slasher".
If anything, thanks to my Nomu enhancements, I am already at an inhumane level in the physical department and with my Quirks joining the fray, I am bullshit incarnate. That being said, I am pure physical, pure strength, speed, and endurance, etc, nothing else.
Compared with some Quirks out there like controlling flames, creating things from nothing, sound, being a black hole, etc, etc, I am kind of boring. But not less of a juggernaut made flesh.
Oh, mental note for later, use Juggernaut for special attacks of something, sound pretty good.
More than once I have pondered about the idea that All For One was trying to build a flesh doll capable of going toe to toe with people like All Might but I am not sure if that was just my paranoia speaking or I eared something about that when I was a guinea pig.
Still, to get my Quirks and what I am capable to do in perspective, in my baseline human form I can toss haymakers that reach the 200 horsepower without breaking a sweat. That´s the equivalent of being ram by a small van at top speed. With my Quirk on, I can punch through concrete and shrug small-caliber bullets. Those still stings and they left bruises, but fade in seconds.
So, there I was, two weeks before I was seventeen; well, according to the records that the office had; and with a recommendation for the Battle Hero: Gunhead, who has taken other fighters like me and turn them into heroes or at least, useful members of society. I listened a rumor that actual Japan´s Karate Champion was a former prisoner like me that was trained by Gunhead.
One last fight in the cages and I was free to go.
As one can expect, everything went to hell in a handbasket.
In the cages, I had to fight Kendo Rappa, yep, the living jackhammer, and as it can not be otherwise, the bastard pummeled me black and blue for two long, long, minutes. I managed to broke several of his ribs and an arm, but at the end of the fifth round, both were complete messes. Even with my Quirks, such a beating takes time to heal.
I swear to god that Rappa had a fightgasm or something by the end of the fifth round when both were bloodied messes on our respective corners. He was smiling like a madman and saying how he liked me a lot and he was happy to finally find someone worthy to kill.
Meh, I shrugged, spit a couple of teeth and something fleshy that could have been a piece of my internal organs, and take his words with a humble thanks, as if my broken bones and torn flesh was an everyday occurrence. I had it worst.
It made him laugh even harder and proclaim how much he liked me and definitely will kill me in the ring. I was the only worthy man that he has fought so far. I was still seventeen, so it made me happy to be called a man, but honestly, as far as stalkers went, Kendo Rappa was Not among the type that I would have chosen.
You know, a horny, cute, girl of my age, the usual in those horrid films about teenage criminals, that would have been nice…
Holy shit, I am way more out of my mind that I believed.
Anyhow, the match ended in a draw; Rappa´s words, not mine, I would have conceded in a beat before being pummeled more; when the police, along several Pro-heroes crashed the place down.
Just my luck, the day of the match, a Yakuza boss was seeking talent for his crew and people like me are quite useful in the criminal underground. Several Pro-heros came with the police and dealt with the fighters that resisted the arrest and allowed the Yakuza mob to run before they were caught.
They took Rappa with them and I was left in the corner of the ring, leaning on the corner post and wondering about what the fuck have I done in my past life to always be on the receiving end of the universe butt-jokes.
All of this happened two fucking weeks before I was free, with my time done, free of criminal records, and with a recommendation for an internship with a hero that understood violence and martial arts.
In a short?. Fuck my life.
But there was a silver lining, one of those occasions when the universe threw me a big bone and when all the shit was over and I was taken to a real hospital; I still had shivers from the memories of the first one that I was when they experimented with me to turn me into a Nomu; an interviewer came to my room to write a report about my entrance in the cage matches and the corruption that runs rampant in the Juvie where I was imprisoned.
The interviewer?.
Toshinori Yagi, AKA, All Might, holder of One For All and all-around badass and nemesis of the mother fucker who screw my life ten times over. I mentally screamed when I saw his skeletal form, the poor sod was the poster child of someone in serious need of a good meal.
I knew why he was like that, even with Giran´s mental fuckery, those memories were from the time when I was a Nomu prospective and All For One was a chatty asshole that liked to brag a lot.
What the heck was the beef between the two?. Of that I had no idea, I only knew that this poor man was the symbol of peace and that he and All For One had a lot of bad blood between them.
I am not proud of what I did, but when All Might entered my room, I saw a chance to escape from the Underworld and with the coverage of the All Might agency, I could start to make them all pay. League of Villains, All For One, the Yakuza, Gigantomachias, I had a long shit list but I was patient and now I had the chance.
"I know you". I stared at the really thin and weak real form of the hulking symbol of peace. Heck, even his famous blond hair spikes hanged from the head of this skinny man, the only thing that I can found identical between the two forms was his eyes. They are the same blue and black.
"Well, young man, I assure you that we have never met", chuckled All Might, firm in his common employ role. "But nice to meet you anyway, I am Toshinori Yagi".
"You are All Might", I dropped the bomb and the man puked a liter of blood from the surprise. Bloody hell, how is this poor fucker alive, he has coughed enough blood to repaint the room.
"That can not be healthy", I had to deadpan at the spectacle.
"Cough, cough", tried to recover his breath, Yagi. "Young Kirishima, I am not the Symbol of Peace".
"All For…", and I shut up when the pure presence of All Might filled the room.
A small part of my brain took notes about how similar the presence of the two powerhouses of the Quirk world was. Both had a presence that was as if the world was trying to crush you like the ant that you are. But in the case of All Might, it was different, it was raw power incarnate but lacked the malice and miasma like sensation that All For One exuded with his mere presence.
All Might was in front of me, staring at me with luminescent blue eyes that spoke of pain unless I start talking fast. His hand was crushing my throat, a single clench, and my head will pop from my shoulders. Fuck my Quirks, All Might raw strength was leagues above my own.
"Who are you?", he asked, and it was not a demand, it was a fucking imperative that will be obeyed. That´s the Number One for you. I had no problem answering him of course.
"One of his failed experiments", I managed to rasp under the pressure that the hand of All Might. "A prototype of a super soldier that did not fill his expectations".
All Might's eyes zeroed on mine and I stared back. I was not lying and I was not going to let go of my opportunity to be something more than a glorified punching bag in the underground cages. My will is stronger than my body and I did not back down from the glaring gaze of the strongest hero.
That being said, I was terrified beyond belief. All Might could crush me without an effort even if I was leagues above the average human or even some liminal.
With a sigh, All Might poof back into his skeletal and real form and coughed a lot of blood. Oh, boy, he really should take care of that, that can not be good. That or All For One tricks are involved and something is poisoning the holder of the nemesis of All For One, One For All.
On a very side note, discretely search for Alexander Dumas's books and gift it to Toshinori Yagi. It could be potentially very funny. The motto of the Musketeers turned into two powerhouses that stood at the peak of the Quirk world.
"Damn it". Amazing, for the moment All Might believes me, awesome. "Damn it, another life broken because of him".
"One of his disciples started it all to be precise", I shrugged.
The cast over my body was already useless as I have healed of most of the damages, but being attended in a clean room with painkillers and nurses was way too comfortable to abandon, not to mention that the chance to get out of the darkness of the League of Villains.
"I was taken by him when I was fourteen, I believe, the experimentation and the time that I pass under a broker of the League with a mental Quirk has left me with some brain damages", I Informed Yagi who take a seat at the side of my bed and listened to my tale.
Number One hero or not, he was not an idiot and listened to my tale, but suddenly, he raised a hand and made me stop my story.
"I had a friend, a police officer, he knows about that bastard and he would be very interested to listen to your tale about what kind of experimentation you suffered". He explained to me. "Can I call him?".
Woah, he actually asked me that?. He was worried about my privacy?. Damn it, no surprise he is the number one.
"I have no problems with that, in fact, all the better", I shrugged again. Not that I give a damn about privacy and all that. For what I known, my life was already shitty enough, I was a prisoner arrested in an underground fighting arena, I was already screwed up.
Just two weeks before my release, talk about bad timing.
Tsukauchi Naomasa was a tall man with black hair and a sort of rectangular eyes. A professional detective if I ever saw one, all of him exuded professionalism and a keen eye. All Might even call him the best detective. As I do not the man, I will roll with All Might appraisal and respect him for what he could be.
The detective took a notebook and a pen and started to take notes of my story along with All Might. I only had one chance to make it right, so I confessed everything, well, except that I reincarnated in the body of Eijiro. I am Eijiro, we are not two separate entities, I am Eijiro but with a different personality and very bad luck at life.
"As I have already said, I believe I was fourteen", continued my story, "when one of the disciples of All For one, a monster called Gigantomachias, throw a rampage fit. The train where I was traveling on was crushed and only because of my Quirk, "Hardening", I survived".
"Wait", Yagi raised and eyebrow, dude, in his skeletal form he had massive eyes. "In your sheet, you have not a "Hardening" Quirk".
"All For One took it from me", I corrected the data. "I and about a dozen others were used for Quirk experimentation and he used them to play with our bodies like they were clay". My bitterness was not fake, even today, I shudder about the jumbled memories that I had about that time.
"God damn it", gritted his teeth Yagi and Naomasa was already stone-faced at the tale, but the detective was already checking out my story, looking for the reports about my name in an accident.
Judging from his frown, I will say that he has found the next part of my tale and started to make some connections that he did not like at all. As I said, I had very bad luck at life these last two years or so.
"Because of the accident, I am the last Kirishima, I had no relatives in town and no one of my relatives in the country could take me in. Before I could even begin to fill up the paperwork to be a ward of the state and try to glue the pieces of my life, something kidnapped me out of the hospital and into...some place", I frown.
My memory was a fucking mess.
"I do remember a black sludge and then another hospital? Lab?. Something along those lines". I can not offer any better, I lack the words and mental pictures to describe it adequately. "They put me and about a dozen others into large tubes of a soft green liquid of some sort. They kept us there and way too many machines started to play medics with us".
"They turn us inside out and out inside to restart it all over again", I clenched my fist in phantom pains, those are some of my worst memories. "I don't even know what the heck was all that about, I was another of the meat lumps in the tanks, they pumped us with all kind of chemicals or who knows what they put in us and the machines started to test us out too who knows why or for what".
"Thanks to my original Quirk, I could take a lot more punishment than the rest and I managed to catch up things here and there, that´s why I know you", I turn my gaze to Yagi.
"One of the computers of the lab had your two forms in a display, along with your name and the Quirk, "One For All", I take it is the opposite Quirk of All For One and the reason why the fucker hates you with a passion?".
Yagi laughed in a very dark tone.
"Yes, you could say that".
"Anyhow, if the numbers that I run out of pure boredom were correct, I was experimented on for four months more or less, then All For One made his appearance and I felt the greatest terror of my life".
Yagi was now as stone-faced as Naomasa, hardly a surprise.
"Do not take me wrong, All Might, you are a scary badass when you want", I pointed out to Yagi who had a shadow of a smile in his mouth. "But All For One is like having a septic pit caved into your brain with an icepick".
"That´s an apt comparison", grumbled the blonde skeleton.
"The worst was the smile, oh gods, the smile", I flinched and trembled, "the smug smile under the black metallic thing that he had over his head".
Yagi was now focusing all his attention on me, for what I know, All For One was supposedly dead, Yagi killed the fucker like five years ago in an epic confrontation but All For One survived, crippled and broken, but survived.
How I know all that?. All For One is a chatty bastard and when he was playing with my body as it was play-doh, he told us about the epic battle between the two and how he was going to make All Might suffer as no one has ever suffered before.
"He used some black things?", I look to the ceiling, I do not have it clear in my head, "razor-like things, black and red, from his fingers, that stab into us and started to give and take Quirks from our bodies?... I do not know what happened".
"I only remember the pain, suffering, and the condescending and smug voice of All For One speaking about you and how he was going to make you suffer". I stared back at All Might who had low his sight and look as if his entire world has crashed down around him.
I recognize that look, I was the very same that I had when I awoke at the hospital after I took over of Eijiro.
"I was deemed a failure", the best thing that happened to me actually, the success were things, brainless monsters that barely resembled humans. "All For One decided that even if I was a failure, I could still be of used and dispatched me as meat shields for the League of Villains operations".
"I was left with a badly glued piece of several Quirks", I confessed, showing all my cards. With a single flex of the muscles of my arm, the cast over it shattered, allowing the two to see my perfectly healthy arm, when not a couple of hours ago was a broken and torn up mess.
"I call it, "Slasher", that´s what appears in my official files. The best explanation that I could offer is that it made me alike the villain of one of those Slasher films, impossibly strong, fast, nothing keep them down and regenerates from everything", and for my last trick, "and they carried a big terrific weapon".
From between my fingers and a solid part of my forearm, the edge of a brutal chainsaw erupted, it was silent, but it was a foot long vicious weapon that surged from my flesh like an organic extra.
Cue in, jaws hitting the floor by Naomasa and Yagi. I know, my Quirk is scary as hell, I am a chainsaw demon when I go full monster, however, it has never happened in almost six months and no one has seen the chainsaw outside of the League of Villains.
"So, in essence, strength, speed, endurance, regeneration and chainsaw generation", I resume what my amalgamation of Quirks brought to me, "that being said, I am convinced that I had some leftovers floating around my genes and I had a couple more things hidden somewhere in my DNA".
"That´s why even after I have been fighting in these cages for about half a year, people like Rappa are capable of beat the shit out of me and you could have pop my head off my shoulders with your hands before".
Naomasa raised an eyebrow, turn his gaze to Yagi, who sheepishly look to the side with an awkward smile on his mouth. Muahahaha, suffer bro, even if I respect you hell and back, you almost rip my head off my shoulders you damn monster.
"The name that experiments like me were given is Nomu and its an apt description, any success was left as a humanoid monster several times stronger than a human and with several Quirks at their disposal, but completely brainless".
My blood ran cold when I saw the Nomus and realized how fucking dangerous the bloody things really are, so I was not surprised when both Naomasa and Yagi stiffened and paled at the picture that I was painting. Also, I had a vague memory that shit like that happened before. It was in All For One voice tone.
"Being a failure, because I was still human and relatively intact instead of being an eight feet tall muscle monster, I was dispatched as a ground troop for the League of Villains. The one that used me as bodyguard slash attack dog was the broker known as Giran".
Naomasa frowned again, he had recognized the name and it was not a good name to toss around. With a quick search on his iPhone, pretty surely connected to the Hero Network, he will found reports of the redhead hitter that accompanied Giran.
"Giran´s Quirk is "Muddiness" when he touches someone he can make them forget the previous five minutes and the next five minutes, he used that Quirk with me constantly, so I do not remember anything about the League of Villains deals".
Naomasa frown deepened as he quickly made the connections between what I was saying and the consequences.
"Thanks to my regeneration, my mind adapted to the forced erasure, but even with that, my memory is jumbled and vague most of the time. At least the bastard had the decency of providing me with lodging; more out of convenience than anything else, I am sure; but in his eyes, I was little more than a talking pet called Red".
"The problem was when he sold me to Miss Spencer, AKA, Nightmare, the arch-nemesis of the Pro-heroine Midnight, for one of her BDSM sessions in the red light district", my tone of voice was empty and looked at the IV dispenser at my side.
I lost my V-card to a sadistic Dominatrix with a nasty streak a mile wide that raped me in front of an audience for several hours. It was as horrible as it sounds.
"Holy shit", gasped All Might whose muscular form knew the lass and her twisted perversions.
Unfortunately for All Might and me, Nightmare had sthenolagnia, muscle fetish, and people like All Might and me, who had muscles like steel cords, make her almost go into estrus whenever she saw us.
"The police raided the place and Officer Kenji, a man with a dog head, very nice guy, by the way, unchained me from the wall and took me to a hospital before arresting me".
"Chief Tsuramagae?", asked Naomasa with surprise.
"He is Chief now, good for him", I smiled with honesty.
The dog man was actually one of the few that actually gave a shit about me and I appreciated that. Pity that his kindness was wasted in the juvie where I ended up, but at the same time, it was a place where I could plan how to start over my life.
"There is not much else to tell, Giran sang like a bird, putting all the shit on me and with my brain scrambled, I can not swear that I did not do whatever I was accused off. In a black humor moment, I was a minor, so I ended up in juvie".
"Said juvie organized underground Quirk cage matches and I am one of the inmates that were spotted by the guards and forced by the corrupt warden to participate". It was a quick resume of my seriously bad luck, but it was the truth. "I wanted to start over once I have done my time, in two weeks, by the way, I even had a recommendation to study under the Battle Hero Gunhead and everything, then this cage match took place and here I am".
Before the two could say a word, I got back to the main topic of the conversation, they are not here to listen to the sad tale of my sad life.
"If I could, I would have offered the police all info that I could muster on the League and the bastard that screw up my life, but because of the experiments and Giran´s constant use of his Quirk, I am positive that I have some kind of brain damage".
It was the truth, I am sure that I have a depersonalization disorder along with amnesia and low esteem issues.
In resume?.
I was nuts.
"The best that I can offer is bits and pieces of the Nomu project and whatever vague memories that I have of the diverse deals that Giran made all over the city and beyond thanks to the Villain Network".
"That would be helpful", said Naomasa, trying to be as neutral as possible.
"I am sorry, young Kirishima", started Yagi.
Okay, I know that I am telling the truth, but come on man, my sad tale must be one of a thousand on hero work, still, I really appreciate the gesture.
"Eijiro or Red, please", I shrugged. "Red has become practically my name after being called that for a year straight, in fact, I even used it for my hero name", I chuckled.
"Hero name?", asked All Might a bit surprised by what I have said.
"I am a great fan of Crimson Riot", nostalgia-filled my voice, "when I hit a low point, the words of Crimson Riot in one of his interviews helped me out. I wanted to be like him so I thought about calling myself Red Riot as an homage to his name".
I laughed softly for the dark irony of my hair.
"In fact, I was seriously pondering the idea of dying my hair red but as a consequence of the experiments, my hair is now natural red, talk about dark irony".
A silent conversation passed between Naomasa and All Might and I started to felt a bit uncomfortable with it. I was there and yet I had the nagging sensation that they are discussing my fate without saying a word. Not that it has not happened before, I believe it is the first time that I had free will in two years.
"Young Eijiro, will you work for me?", asked All Might in his muscular form and my jaw felt to the floor.
Wait, what?.