'Ah, here we are again. Back to where we started. Been quite the journey, huh? Well, not really that much of a journey considering that it was kinda short and brief- wait, it was short and brief?! Then why did it- oh author you obtuse piece of shit! You really took a whole two months to wrap up my totally awesome origin story?! Jesus, get a grip, you fucking dick. You see, this is why you shouldn't have idiots calling the shots. Anyway, sorry about that, where were we? Oh right! Ahem, so, you want to see what happens next, right? What strings might be pulled, what mysteries will be unraveled, and most importantly, whose johnny will be ravaged by yours truly. Ignore that last part. Hah. I'm rambling, aren't I? Alright, enjoy seeing me beat the shit out of one Touya Todoroki.'

..

Dabi felt himself being dragged across the ground. With the Grenadier Braciers, Izuku was able to overpower him in a way beyond what his regular strength could ever achieve. After reaching the wall, Izuku vehemently slammed the scarred villain against the wall. "What's the matter, dipshit? C'mon, light the matches."

Dabi grabbed Izuku by his wrist, pushing it slowly. "You're irritatingly persistent, mercenary."

"One of my greatest assets," Izuku remarked.

Dabi snorted, as his palm was ignited in fire. Izuku recoiled back slightly. Before he could react, Dabi did a roundhouse kick that sent Izuku spiraling into the ground.

He quickly recovered, flipping backwards as he landed on the ground neatly. Izuku proceeded to charge at Dabi, sliding across the ground to gain momentum, before twisting his hip and swiping the right grenadier bracers in Dabi's direction.

Dabi quickly ducked under the attack, but quickly realised that another one of the grenade gauntlets was hurling towards him.

Dabi was sent into the air, but Izuku quickly gripped him by the tip of his foot, pulling him back onto the ground. He jumped on top of the villain, his fist cocked back. "I'm gonna leave another scar on you if you don't spill the beans in the next two minutes."

"What makes you think that I'm going to tell you?" Dabi sneered, spitting at Izuku.

Izuku wiped the saliva away from his mask. "Well, I'm about to inflict the same pain that you gave me. Is that enough reason?"

"That I gave- who are you, exactly?" Dabi raised his brow.

Izuku smirked as he replied, "Told ya I'd be back for our business."

"You're...of course," Dabi laughed bitterly, his disdain bubbling up as shown in his expression. "Midoriya fucking Izuku."

"Surprised it took you so long to notice," Izuku replied.

Dabi's laughter began to increase as he spoke, "You clueless, daft dog. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Do us both a favour and stop stalling, Touya. Any clue on who the main culprit behind all this bullshit is?" Izuku asked once again, ignoring the way Dabi winced at the mention of that name. "I won't do much. Just a little talk. Maybe I'll blow his fucking brains out but who knows? I'm pretty keen on showing mercy, after all."

"You already met him," Dabi simply replied.

"Yeah, yeah, I know that's not really the big bad boss. He mentioned having a master of some sorts, now you're gonna tell me everything about him," Izuku said threateningly.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Dabi let out his quirk once more, engulfing Izuku in the flame.

Izuku took a step back as he tried to clap the fire away, trying to prevent it from burning his outfit off completely. "Agh! Son of a bitch!"

Seeing that Izuku was distracted, Dabi sprinted forward with embers of flame in each of his palm. He leapt forward, searing him with more flames. Izuku took another step back as he felt the burning sensation overwhelming his senses.

"Hah! You might actually die this time," Dabi remarked. "Just need a bit more power."

However, Izuku reached for a fire extinguisher just in time. He broke the display case and sprayed all of its contents on himself, causing the fire to dissipate. Izuku's body was now filled with steam and burned skin, although he healed in record time as always.

"You little-" Izuku was interrupted when Dabi appeared from his back, putting him in a headlock.

Dabi dragged Izuku onto the ground, before wrapping his leg around his waist to prevent him from breaking free. "You fuckin' roach, you just won't die, will ya?!"

Izuku struggled under Dabi's hold, thrashing around in hopes that he'd break free. But he couldn't. Dabi was just too sturdy to just loosen his grip on him like that. Shit. He was losing his grip on his consciousness.

Then, an idea popped in his mind.

Izuku grabbed something from near his foot. A small sharp object. With a quick thrust to the back, Izuku impaled Dabi's ribs and said, "Baby knife!"

The reeling pain caused Dabi to release his hold on Izuku. "FUCK!"

Izuku quickly stood up and kicked Dabi precisely in the wound that he had just inflicted on him. "Fighting dirty now, aren't ya?!"

Izuku clashed the grenade gauntlets against each other. "Likewise, I have my fair share of cheap tactics as well."

Dabi struggled to stand up, the wound on his ribs straining him down. His back was buckled to the front, and his hands were clutching onto his newly fresh wound.

"Tell me who your boss is and pain stops. Real quick," Izuku said with venom laced onto his voice.

Dabi's voice strained as he tried to get the words out, "Go to hell!"

Izuku quickly drew one of his handguns, shooting Dabi in two of his knees. He shrieked in pain as his fell on his knees, blood puddling below him. "Aw come on, save me the futile resistance. Look at you, you're like a wounded puppy, minus the cute part."

"Like you're anything different, scarface," Dabi said with a raspy laugh.

Izuku then laughed. "And whose fault is that, huh, Touya?"

"Like I was the one who strapped you into that fucking gurn-" Dabi couldn't finish his sentence as a searing pain jolted across his body. "FUCK! Just finish the job already. Better being dead than having to see your ugly mug every second of the day."

"Your wish is granted."

But just as Izuku was about to pull the trigger, a black mist swirled around the scarred villain. Then, a voice came out, "Pardon me for the interruption, but we cannot let you discard one of our most valuable assets,"

Izuku's eyes widened as he saw Dabi gradually disappear right in front of his eyes. He tried to reach for him, but all he did was claw at thin air. He let out a groan of frustration as he said to himself, "Fuck! There goes my lead."

Izuku then looked at the scribbled piece of note he took from his pocket. "Welp, at least I have the address to that confidential facility."

Before Izuku could walk away, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, answering the call. "El Muerte on the line, speak up."

The voice on the other end responded, "We need to talk."

Izuku's demeanour turned up a notch as he replied, "Who's talkin'?"

...

An invitation to meet the big man himself? Izuku couldn't say that he was going to pass up on the opportunity. There were a lot of things that he could exploit, one of them being an intel on this 'Quirk Exterminator'. He already had an address, but he needed to know how it worked before applying the drug on himself, and if there was anyone who knew precisely how the drug worked, ir had to be these guys.

As he stopped in front of the Yakuza's residence, he could see that they like it old-fashioned.

There were already two men at the front gate waiting, likely ordered by their boss to escort him. "Hiya," Izuku waved at them. "Nice place ya got here."

The men quickly grabbed him by his arms, dragging him inside of the compound. "Woah woah woah, what's with the rising sexual tension? Need I remind you that touching me in such an inappropriate way is a big no-no if we are to be business partners-"

"Keep your mouth shut," one of the men said. "The boss doesn't like loudmouths."

"Yeah, like I haven't met one of those already," Izuku rolled his eyes behind the mask.

Then, they led him to an office. As they opened the door, a pale young man of a narrow build wearing an opulent attire and a bird mask greeted him, "Greetings, Mr. Deadpool."

As the men loosened their grips on him, Izuku clapped his suit as he said, "Man, your men couldn't keep their dirty hands to themselves, could they? Now I have to put an extra effort to clean my suit."

The man simply chuckled. "I respect that."

"Anyway, just Deadpool is fine. You're making me sound old or somethin'," Izuku remarked as he took the liberty to sit in front of the man, earning a deadly glare from the men behind him.

"You little..what are you doing?!" One of them spoke. "You think this is your house?! You can't just sit without being told to first-"

The boss simply lifted his hand to halt them. "Leave him be. It's fine."

"But boss-!"

"I said it's fine," the boss leaned forward with his hands clasped. "I respect a man with a knack for bravery like him."

"Hey, you did invite me. I'm a guest. I'm free to sit wherever I like," Izuku said with a snarky tone. "Now you called me here for what exactly?"

"Well, seeing how I haven't formally introduced myself yet, I took the chance to do it today," the man spoke. "My handlers didn't so much as tell me about you. They just went on and accepted your application blindly. That was very unwise. As you can see, this is their blood." He raised his hand, showing Izuku the blood stain on his gloves.

"Gee, I wonder why they did that," Izuku curtly said, crossing his legs as he did so.

The men behind him felt uneasy with this gesture, though they kept their mouths shut. "So introduce yourself then. Get it over with." Izuku urged him.

The boss man leaned against the back of his seat as he said, "I'm Chisaki Kai, leader of the Shie Hassaikai."

"Well, nice to meet you then," Izuku shrugged. "Was that all?"

"My my, you're quite the impatient individual," Chisaki let out a chuckle as he stood up. "Mind if you walk with me for a second?"

"That's the second time someone told me to walk with them, but I guess," Izuku stood up as well, following after Chisaki.

As they walked through the hallway, Chisaki began to spoke, "I believe you've been a mercenary for...a month now? And you've already acquired quite the reputation for yourself."

"Wasn't a breeze, I'll tell you that," Izuku drawled.

"Fascinating," Chisaki bemused, as he continued, "A man of your caliber would be a fine addition to our cause if I do say so myself, but I wouldn't want you to decide on this yet."

"So this is your way of trying to recruit me?" Izuku inquired, his brow raised. "If it is, then you're doing spectacularly awful at it."

"No, no, of course not. I'm not trying to recruit you...yet," Chisaki replied. "After you finish the job, though, then we'll have that talk."

"Nope. We're never going to have that talk," Izuku affirmed.

"Hm. A shame. May I ask why?"

"Because I'm giving up the mantle after I'm finished with this," Izuku said. "No more Deadpool."

"I see," Chisaki's muscles relaxed as he walked at a much more slower pace than before. "You have a goal in mind, don't you?"

Izuku didn't answer.

"It's telling that you're giving up your mercenary occupation right after this one specific job. Almost as if you're trying to kill two birds with one stone," Chisaki said as he leaned closer. "You're not trying to get your hands on the drug as well, are you?"

Izuku's head whipped to the side as his tone was raised slightly, "What's it to you? Even if I am, I'll still hold up my end of the deal."

"I'm aware of that," Chisaki nodded as he continued, "But from one friend into another-"

Izuku interrupted, "You're not my friend."

Chisaki continued regardless, "-I'll have to warn you that applying this drug on oneself is not as simple as it seems."

Izuku's eyes perked up at that. "Oh-ho, now you've piqued my interest, bird man. You know something that I don't?"

"Let me begin with a simple example," Chisaki pulled something from his pockets. It was a gun. "Here it is."

"A...gun? Dude, if you're trying to make an analogy-"

Chisaki interrupted the masked man as he said, "You didn't let me finish. This is not just any regular gun. Contained inside of it is a bullet that is capable of rendering one's quirk useless for a predetermined amount of time."

Izuku's eyes widened as he stared at the gun. "Limited amount of time?"

"Before you ask, we've tried to concoct something that can have a permanent effect on a quirked person, but our labors were, sad to say, fruitless. We've come to a dead end ever since," Chisaki sighed. "Well that is, before the rumours of a supposed 'Quirk Exterminator' surfaced themselves."

"Let me guess, this one has a permanent effect?" Izuku asked.

"Yes. But it comes with a lethal repercussion," Chisaki then emphasizes once more, "If used abritarily, the drug would potentially be deadly."

Izuku nodded. "So an expert has to be involved in this drug's application."

"Precisely, and in this instance, the available experts that could be of use to you...are with us," Chisaki said.

Izuku remained silent for a moment, before the realisation dawned on him. "I see what you're trying to get at."

Chisaki nodded.

"You want me to join your band of misfits in exchange for a proper way to get this drug to work on me," Izuku deduced. "You do know that I'll be useless once my quirk is gone, right?"

"Oh come off it, you're anything but useless," Chisaki laughed bitterly. "Looks like the discriminatory view of the quirkless has been ingrained into your mind by this fallible society. I can't put you at fault for that, though."

Chisaki cleared his throat as he continued, "In any case, you will be an invaluable addition to our organisation. Believe it or not, it's not the quirk that I see in you, but the finesse. You have talents. Talents that not many in our organisation possess."

"And what that might be?" Izuku asked.

"You have a tremendous skill in combat, especially swordsmanship," Chisaki said in slight awe. "Many of us rely on our quirks and our quirks alone. But you? You have something that most of us don't: the ability to fight. And I'm particularly impressed by your tactfulness and resourcefulness."

Izuku's brow furrowed. "You've been stalking me, I take it?"

"Indeed, and that includes your recent altercation with Dabi and his men," Chisaki confirmed.

Izuku looked at Chisaki, discerning him for a moment. He knew that Chisaki was just going to use him in the long run. But if he refused, that would complicate things.

Chisaki then broke the silence, "But of course, I did say that I'm not trying to recruit you as of now. Not until you get the Quirk Exterminator for us, that is. But I hope I at least have talked you out of retiring."

Izuku shrugged. "I dunno, I guess we'll have to see. The whole 'lethal repercussion' thing needs to be taken into consideration though. "

Izuku then turned around to walk away. "I've heard enough. I got a job to do. One of those wimpy assholes gave me an intel, and I intend to use it."

"Wait," Chisaki said, halting Izuku. "Are you sure you want to rush in blindly to their doorsteps?"

"I got no time to be thorough with my plans," Izuku said. "Cuz I can't be bothered. I'm bringing the fight to them."

"That would be incredibly foolish," Chisaki remarked.

"Yeah? And you said I was tactful," Izuku laughed.

"You can be, and that part of you has the potential to be improved, but this is foolish on your part," Chisaki approached him.

"Do you have other suggestions then, smart guy?" Izuku snidely asked.

Chisaki took a deep breath, before saying, "The smart play would be to intercept one of their convoys, which contains more than enough Quirk Exterminators for us."

Izuku shrugged. "Sure, but I don't know where these supposed convoys are."

Chisaki then replied, "I can provide you the coordinates if you wish."

Izuku's interest perked up as he said, "By all means."

...

Bakugo drunkenly waddled forward, trying to keep himself up on his feet. The people in the bar collectively stared at him. Their eyes followed as Bakugo sat in front of the bartender desk. "Whiskey. Make it double."

The bartender, however, was hostile towards him. "I told you, you're not welcome here. You've already caused a big commotion a week ago."

"Just give me one drink and then I'll leave," Bakugo said in a demanding tone.

"You think I'm gonna bend my knees just because you sport the looks of the late pro-hero Dynamight?" The bartender asked in a challenging voice. "And before you say anything, even if you were him, you're still not welcome here."

"I don't even fuckin' know who that is," Bakugo said, telling him truthfully.

"Be that as it may, you're still not welcome here," the bartender gestured towards the exit door. "Now get the fuck out of my bar."

'Snikt!'

Three sets of claws emerged from his knuckles. Bakugo leaned forward as he said, "You don't want these to be stuck up your petite ass now, do you?"

"Resorting to threats, are we?" The bartender mockingly laughs. "You know, you're starting to sound like him more and more."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bakugo denied, retracting his claws back.

"Try to deny it, but I can see his eyes on you," the bartender stated.

Bakugo denied again, "You're mixing me up with someone else."

"Denying it makes you look like the deceitful one here," the bartender sneered, gripping the bottle in his hand tightly. "I wonder though..."

The bartender's lips pursed, his nose scrunched up as he leaned forward. "Why do you get to live while the rest of your team were left to die?"

Bakugo's eyes perked up.

"No, really, what's so special about you?" The air around the bartender was even more tense than before as he continued, "I've never liked you. Not one bit. Your attitude with the public, the way you carry yourself, you're one conceited piece of shit who thinks he's top shit when he's rock bottom. You're the lowest of the low."

"My daughter never got to grow up," the bartender interrupted, looking like he was holding tears. "She..she was fucking devastated when she heard the news. Red Riot, Uravity, along with the others, they were her favourites. They've always brightened her up where I couldn't. And when they were gone, she.."

The bartender then composed himself, wiping his tears as he said, "You were supposed to be their leader, ya know?"

Bakugo stayed silent.

"Had you fucking done your job properly, my daughter wouldda never.."

"I don't remember any of it," the word left Bakugo's mouth on autopilot. It was half the truth, and he intended to find out about the rest.

"Oh don't you even start- you're too young to be contracting fucking dementia of all things!" The bartender yelled at him. "You killed them! YOU DID! YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER! YOU RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE!"

"Hey-"

"GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!" the bartender yelled to the top of his lungs.

A man came forward and grabbed Bakugo by his shoulder. "You heard the man."

Bakugo tilted his head towards the stranger. "Get your fucking hands off me."

"I was going to do it myself," Bakugo turned around to walk away. Drinking himself to death wouldn't do him any favours. No. Not when there were still a few gaps in his memories. He could sit down and try to drown out his sorrows, but his growing curiousity prevented him from doing so.

Bakugo then tilted his head slightly. He could see the man from before following after him. At least, until he reached the exit door.

Stupid people.

Always following him like a fuckin' pest.

'Always following me.'

'Stupid fuckin' Deku. Always standing in every step of my way. Always fucking smiling.'

'Lookin' down on me, are ya?!'

'TAKE A SWAN DIVE AND HOPE FOR A QUIRK IN YOUR NEXT LIFE!'

Bakugo gasped at the sudden headache. He held his head with his hands, trying to ease off the pain but to no avail.

A few moments after, however, the pain subsided.

'What the hell was that?!'

Bakugo decided to brush it off for the time being.

He then sniffed the air, catching a whiff of a familiar scent.

The scent of the person that he was pursuing a month ago.

Bakugo swiftly moved off the sidewalk, looking around to pinpoint the source of the scent.

A red dot was all he saw in the distance, sitting on a bridge afar.

...

Izuku's feet dangled off the ledge, relaxing his tense muscles as he basked in the warmth of the sun. The convoy couldn't come any sooner. It was growing to be more tedious if he was being honest. Bringing the fight to them was starting to sound more like the viable option at this point.

He looked at the highway below. No sign of them whatsoever. Izuku was tempted to just call it a day and go home. Maybe he could see his mom along the way.

Just as he was about to call it quits, he could see five cars and a truck following after each other on the highway below.

'Speak of the fuckin' devil.'

Izuku's grip on the ledge loosened as he let himself go down in a freefall. He was hurling downwards at a rapid pace, the wind breezing vehemently against the texture of his suit. Conveniently, Izuku landed where he intended to: the roof of one of the cars. He crashed through it, startling the men that were there.

"Hola, me llamo Piscina De La Muerta!" Izuku introduced himself. "I heard the weather's a bit unpredictable today so why don't you kids just turn around and run off to daddy dearest before he grounds you-"

Izuku quickly ducked under the attack that he saw was coming. The man's fist landed on the other thug that was sitting on the other side.

"Friendly fire! Woopsies! My bad, folks. Anyway, as I was saying-"

A gunshot rang in his ears. The bullet pierced his chest though it did no discernable damage on him. "Fuck, could you gentlemen at least let me finish for once!"

The men wasted no time as they jumped in on the chance to attack Izuku. In response, Izuku narrowly dodged all of their attacks, occasionally throwing a fist to their jaws to disorient them. Izuku then backhanded one of the men's crotch. "Cock shot!" he exclaimed, before grabbing him by his collar and slamming him towards the front seat. Izuku then proceeded to throw him out by the back, the rear door opened as the man tried to hold on to the car.

Izuku then wrapped his legs around the neck of the other man, twisting them around to snap it. He then moved on to the front seat and struck the driver in the head, knocking him out unconscious. "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the nearest quirk-suppressing drug, please?"

The man quickly grabbed Izuku by his head before slamming it against the radio.

"Ow!"

Again.

"Ow!"

Then again.

"Ow!"

And again.

"Ow! You little.." Izuku grabbed the gun that was resting on the man's waist, before shooting it at his left hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna have to take the wheel instead of Jesus this time."

Izuku kicked the unconscious driver off the car, causing him to roll on the ground as the oncoming vehicles behind ran him over.

The man on the passenger seat tried to reach for Izuku's neck, but unfortunately, he was nimble enough to shoot him on his other hand. "I told you to remain still, kiddo. Daddy's on the driver seat now."

He looked back only to see multiple cars closing in on him. Now that could be a problem.

Izuku opened the compartment in front of the left seat, trying to look for something that could be useful to him.

Luckily enough, he found a syringe with the label 'Quirk Activator'.

'There's a quirk exterminator and a quirk activator now?' Izuku thought, bewildered. He turned his attention back to the injured man sitting besides him.

Without hesitation, he jammed the syringe straight through the man's wrist. In a matter of seconds, an esoteric tendril shot out of his body. It slithers around in an erratic manner, before wrapping itself around the man who just managed to get back into the car from the rear side of the car.

Pressing itself tightly around the man's neck, his head exploded afterwards, staining the car with his brain matter.

"Christ on a stable manger, that's graphic!" Izuku exclaimed to himself.

An idea popped in his mind.

When the cars from behind caught up to him, he took another dose, before injecting it to the man besides him once again. But this time, the dose was greater than before.

Multiple tendrils shot out of his body, as they slither out of the car, ensnaring the tires of the other cars in its deadly hold.

"Hah!" Izuku yelled triumphantly. Now all that was left was getting to that truck.

"See ya never fuckers!" Izuku said, trying to get to the rooftop of the car. But before he could do so, the volatile tendrils flipped over, causing all of the cars to fly upwards like a flock of birds. When they landed on the ground, they began to flip over violently, scraps and debris flying everywhere.

Izuku was flung back and forth as the car he was in tipped over repeatedly across the asphalt.

'Jesus fuck, this definitely didn't go according to plan!'

When all of it subsided, Izuku was trapped underneath the car.

'Well, I might as well try to wriggle myself outta this mess-'

He spoke too soon.

And an explosion followed.

The ringing in his ears didn't falter as quick as he expected. This whole thing felt like a hangover and a rough one night stand at the same time. One, his ass hurt. Like fucking hell. Two, he felt light-headed, he might as well fly to the edges of the fucking universe.

As he slowly came to, his blurry vision could make out the image of a man slowly walking towards him.

Hah. Maybe he was hallucinating and his quirk is slowly fixing his brain. But then, as his vision gradually returned, the man was still there, walking towards him.

Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. He could just ask this stranger for help.

In a raspy voice, he said, "Don't just stand there, you ape...give me a hand up."

As his vision fully returned, he could make out the details of the man's appearance. He had a blond, spiky hair, and a permanent scowl etched onto his face.

Wait.

'Kacchan?'

Before he could fully process what he just saw, a sharp 'snikt' could be heard as a two sets of claws erupted from both of his hands.

...

"Alright I take it back, I'm actually okay, thank you veRY MUCH AGHHH-!"