One for All: Hero for All -Hunt Or Be Hunted

by LazyWriter2003

Description is in the begining, Vigilante Izuku Midoryia, One for All, HPSC is corrupt and unjust, Major Cannon divergence, Izuku is number one hero and HPSC is having temper tantrum about it, All Might is good advisor, Eraserhead&Problem Children, Cannon typical violence, Planned ships, {only heterosexual realtionships}, Nezu is "secretly" insane, Izuku solos everything.

9. Sea of Blood part 1

Author notes: Here we go with the juicy part of the story.
-Speech-
"quoted or custom name of something"
(-Hunt Or Be Hunted-) Time skip or change of prespective
If font is in bold letters it is OFA talking or AFO talking or sound effects, or sometimes some character scream loud enough (Present Mic)

Chapter 9: Sea of Blood part 1

In the middle of the dark Mustafu area was a peaceful-looking mansion. Although it appeared rather unkempt, it still retained some of its past dignity. Surrounding the mansion was a spiked ornamental fence. Despite the mansion's peaceful appearance, resembling a sanctuary of contemplation, it was anything but. Standing in front of the stairs leading to the main entrance were two gangsters with noticeable mutant quirks. One was a dog, and the other was more of a wolf. Both of them were dressed in formal attire and wore small top hats between their animalistic ears. Although their attire seemed rather bizarre, their stance and the scene indicated that they were prepared for anything. Living in hard times for individuals like them, in dark places like dark Mustafu, was not an easy feat. One day you could be alive, and the next you could be dead, with various causes for such outcomes.

Though those two were equipped for such an occasion, both had lead clubs on their belts ready for use, and one of them even held a holster for an elegant gun right below his armpit. They scanned their surroundings with caution and the wisdom of years of experience. The other gangsters were far less noticeable, even though they were dressed the same. But in an instant, they snapped to attention.

They heard a loud sound of an engine coming right at them. Though as they looked around at the street, it was empty. For a while, they wondered where those sounds were coming from. But just as they were about to raise a suspicion, something very unexpected happened.

In front of mansion was a normal city block, not high, not small either, just average painted in obnoxious orange paint. Then a ground trembled. An before anybody can register it in their mind, where was orange painted building are now pile of rubbles, and in the middle of rubbles is...

-Tank?! They've got a fucking tank?!- Wolfman yells and watches as the first gang member, who was at the forefront, gets crushed by the centipede-like legs of this tank, turning them into a mangled mess. It appears to be a regular tank, but instead of normal wheels or something similar, it has at least four pairs of centipede-like legs. Behind it, there is an elongated exhaust from the engine, producing plumes of smoke. The entire tank shakes from the power of the engine's beast.
-GET THE FUCK DOWN!- Dog man yells and they both duck in different directions as tank shoots a exploding shell at the door of the mansion.

They both scurried away and hid behind a fountain that had been destroyed by flying rubble. They were both panting and shooting blindly with their guns behind them. There were so many of them. As a tank arrived, it was surrounded by an escort of guys with fire quirks. One guy had a flamethrower arm, but it was more like napalm as it reached much farther than it should. The second guy was equipped in a full body suit and held an actual flamethrower that was connected to his arms via some strange pipes. He was also humming, and from what he could understand, it was 'Do You Believe in Magic' by The Lovin' Spoonful.
-The fuck is happening the fuck!- Dog man clenched his head in his paws.

- Look at the side of this tank it has some sybol on it!-
-Is.. it, no way.. but why would they do that?-
-Not why, what is important that they did it obviously, and I guess those rumors about their main base being located in abandoned military facility wasn't a children story either. Old man would never do something like this, but the young one from the other side.-
-He wouldn't.-
-Oh he certainly would. Listen, we need to infrom higer ups what the fuck is happening out there, so we maybe get some back up just in time.-
-What about HPSC?-
-What about them? They don't give shit about us poor motherfuckers. They would probably watch this with glee as their problem cleans itself. Then they will send 'heros' to tidy up the place and pose in front of cameras shedding crocodile tears. If we won't help ourselves nobody would! Fate of this entire district is in your hands Doggy.-

-The fuck are you calling me that again... wait, you don't!- But it was already to late Wolf guy started running towards the centipide tank with wide jumps on four.
-REMEMBER MEEEEEE!...-
-You bastard- He said shedding a tear and runned up the broken fence and not even batting an eye back on dying screams of his friends he got up on the motorcycle and drove forward.
He didn't looked back so he thankfully didn't saw how his friend was turned into a mince meat when tank shell exploded on him, not even a stain of blood remained off him.

-Hunt or be Hunted-

-I never ever wanted this...-
Through ruined district of Dark Mustafu walked a tall figure in what seemed to be wearing exo skeleton, one of his arms was ended in vicious steel claw. He walked through rubbles and dust that still was swriling in the air, yet he walked forward, unyielding through all hardships, around there was smell of burnt corpses and overall smoke.

-I never wanted to unleash my legions...-
He spotted one man that had beetle mutation; he looked like a beetle that was standing on two legs. He clutched one of his arms that was severed and lacking a hand. He moved in front of him, and even before he could react, he impaled him with his claw, sending green blood everywhere. The beetle man didn't even have time to scream, and he was already dead.
-Together we banish the ignorance of old pacts.-

He looked at the horizon watching news helicopter recording it all.
-But you betrayed me, you betrayed us all.-
Like always commission was also there with their law reinforcement drones from Detrenat Support company, and like always they did nothing. Well, they are going to pay for their insolence as he finish dealing with those traitors. He almost felt his father's presence behind him shaking his head. Ironic? How is that ironic?
-You stole the power and never did something with it.-
He looked at his bloodied claw disinterestingly.

-But now, its my time, path to change always lead through war, and I am going to achieve it.-
He closed his claw in a fist. And behind him his soldiers marched on with quirks at the ready. When this all be over, we all will be united, and nothing will stop us. As I was about to go ahead towards the fighting one of my messangers arrived carrying a message. I considered crushing his skull like an egg, but I stopped myself, maybe it is really something important.
-Boss! Overlords from vigilante rings and Gangs of Mustafu are calling a rally, and you are invited as well!- He bowed respectfuly as he finished his message.
Man in exo skeleton smiled.
-Good, Its all coming together.-

-Hunt or be Hunted-

Months ago...

-Uhm... Sensei, why do we need to be dressed like this? - asked Izuku, clearly puzzled about why they both need to wear formal clothing. Izuku was wearing a brown suit and Knuckleduster was wearing pink... yes, pink, although Sensei protested that it was salmon color, whatever that is. Now they are both staring at a rundown mansion, guarded by elegantly dressed men in small top hats.
-What? You think we are going to come to a rally in some rags? Grow up, kid, and always remember to wear appropriate clothes for the occasion.- Knuckleduster said, confusing Izuku even more. What occasion? What rally? Wait... he doesn't mean...

- Are you talking about this yearly meeting of all Overlords across the underground of Japan? But you didn't tell me it would be so soon! - Izuku yelped. He through his lessons with Pop step, learned many things about the underground of dark districts, and one of them was this yearly meeting. The purpose of this meeting was crucial to the survival of the entire underground. It was a show of power, unity, and an olive branch towards the old enemies, proving that no matter how severe the conflict, opposing sides can meet at a meeting like this yearly to hopefully better understand each other.
Why and how does something like that even exist in the world of dark districts where people die on the street just by looking at someone they shouldn't? Well, it is rather simple: supply chains. The entire underground is connected through strings of resources that they all need, whether it be weapons, armor, vehicles, support items, quirk technology, or even something as simple as food.

So even in this den of wolves and savagery, there are still glimpses of a completely separate civilization and culture that most of Japan doesn't know about. He and Knuckleduster just arrived at the gates, waiting in the queue. There were various people dressed in elegant and pompous clothing. One man was dressed all in purple, and even his skin was purple. Izuku looked at him dumbly until Sensei flicked him on the head so Izuku would behave.
- Ahh! And who do we have here? Iwao! How good it is to see you! - He heard from behind them and was met with Knuckleduster greeting a strange man smoking a cigarette through a hole in his teeth. He also had round glasses and white hair as a recognizable feature. For a while, the gaze of the newcomer flickered towards Izuku, and Izuku felt like his worth in dollars was just being counted by this man. Izuku involuntarily shivered.
-Ninth met Giran, the Head of the Charon organization, which supplies half of the underworld. Giran met Ninth, my promising student.- They both exchanged handshakes, although Izuku felt as if he had shaken hands with a corpse attempting to imitate a human being. Throughout the encounter, Giran observed him as if he were a valuable piece of jewelry that he would likely sell at a higher price later on.

-G-good to meet you sir.- Izuku choked out and Giran laughed with good practiced laugh, Izuku knew it wasn't genuine.
-Good to meet you too. It is always good to find potential future business partners, and I guess I know what our mutual friend saw in you.- Giran leaned even closer, making Izuku uncomfortable.- This fire that burns behind your eyes, you are a man who will never stop on the goals he wants to achieve.-
-Now, now, now we go to the meeting, you can always get to know each other better later on- Knuckleduster says, taking Izuku by the arm and moving them towards the gangsters checking for invitations. Izuku looked once behind himself to see Giran winking at him and releasing a plume of smoke from his mouth without breaking eye contact. -Don't talk to him, don't look at him. Snakes like him only bring misery to everyone they deal with.-
- B-but why, sensei? - Izuku asks, unsure. Knuckleduster never told him why he hates this man so much, though Izuku must admit that this man carries an aura of danger around him, like a snake waiting for his prey to make a mistake and capitalize on it. Izuku shuddered again, thinking about this man will cause him headaches, that is for sure.

-Don't ask questions you don't want answers for.- He just stated, and he gave the gatekeeper a round coin with something engraved on it. It piqued Izuku's curiosity, and he stared at the exchange as the guard, after examining the coin with some strange support item, nodded. They both came forward through a gate, and Izuku saw lasers in the corner of his eyes. They were probably used to search for contraband, so that doppelgangers wouldn't occur. The topic itself was crazy as it is, but he didn't have time to think about it now. He straightened, and they both entered the ornamental door that was held open for them by a servant.
After entering, they quickly found themselves in a wide hall with round tables all around, each with chairs situated around them. Izuku was confused about what to do, so he decided to stay close to Knuckleduster's side. At the opposite end of the hall, there was a stage with a table wide enough to accommodate six people. Izuku looked around and noticed that there were six tables, each with six chairs.
Kind of bad luck huh?

-Come on, kid, our table is at the far end next to the stage. Look, Hatsume is already there.- He looked around with his eyes and, after a while, found a round table in a corner with Mei, who looked like she was about to explode. She wore a pink dress, and her dreadlocks, just for this occasion, were straightened, leaving her with normal straight hair that reached her shoulders. He almost didn't believe she managed to wear something like that and have a hairstyle like that. As they got closer, she was muttering something about 'her babies' and 'mine are better anyway' or 'Mr. Crabs told me he will be there.'
Seems like she lost it completly.
Perfect.

They both sat down as far away from muttering Mei as possible to not blow up by some miracle, she always, ALWAYS finds a way to blow something up, and now it seems she is very close to. Before he could register who is person next to him this man spoke.
-How are you doing runt? You didn't expected me here didn't you?- A too familiar voice greeted him and Izuku jolted like he was tazed.
Before him sat the same man he was training with, Hero killer Stain in person without his mask and in a suit. Yes a fucking suit. He thought he passed out and was imagining things, but as the man smiled wider he realized this was not a dream. After a while of staring at him, he realized Stain don't have a nose.
- Ah, yes, I see you are already familiar with each other. So there is no need for further introductions, and we can already get down to business. - Knuckleduster said, his suit looking too good for him. He really looks very dignified, unlike steaming-kettle-Mei or Izuku and Stain, who look like two hangers with suits hanging from their bodies.
-Ah, yes, I am interested in what you are going to offer me, even though I already have everything I could ask for. Normally, I would just laugh off the matter, but I am curious about what someone with the audacity to call me has to offer, especially when nobody else can even talk to me without stuttering.- Stain said, with a strange glint in his eyes that was tinged with the curiosity of a cat. After saying this, he muttered something about conviction that Izuku was too familiar with.
-Well for starters may we talk without kid around, I don't want for him to get funny ideas.- Wait? What would they talk about that would get him funny ideas? Izuku's eyes narrowed into slits.
-Right, but be quick.- And they both wandered to a corner and Izuku was left in the table with Mei and...
-Lurker?! How the heck you got here? Why are you soo...- Izuku said vividly gesturing to him and Lurker chuckled. Now he seen everything crab dressed in a suit with a tie.

-Small? Sometimes it is good to contact people with adequate quirks that could help me with such an occasion. Besides, it would be a pity if I couldn't participate in such a wondrous occasion,- he said, making Izuku even more confused. Does he try to sound... dignified or something? Honestly, it just looks hilarious with his strange eyes and multiple arms, but he would never say that to not upset his friend. - Anyway, let's not waste time here and get to know people!- he said and lifted Izuku up with his claw and moved him towards another table before Izuku could protest.
-You really did a number on that kid.- Said Stain with Knuckleduster returning with pleased smirk on his face.
-Well I think that wasn't nice either.-

-Well, you could chose somebody better suited for that job, what could I do anyway? There is no better representing our group than younger generation!- Said Lurker fully convinced himself that his logic is sound and its not like he did that to wiggle himself out of social interaction that he didn't wanted.
Meanwhile, as the three were bickering among themselves, Izuku was faced with another table of people. One of them was a man wearing a strange coat with fur. The most recognizable thing about him was that he was holding a beaked mask in his hands, wiping it with a tissue. He couldn't hold a gaze with that man for too long because he didn't pay attention to him anyway. The man was muttering something about getting rid of 'disease' and his precious 'Eri' as if he were some lunatic.
Next man had his head covered in a purplish smoke, and he had glinting yellow eyes. He was dressed like a waiter and was sitting on a chair motionless, as if waiting for a command. He seemed like a living doll. He felt even more uneasy with him. Without finding anything interesting about the man beyond his appearance, He moved on to the next person.

Next person was a bald man with a serene expression on his face, he was smiling a little while looking at his glass of wine. He wore expensive looking suit.
-Mmm.. H-Hello! I'am Ninth! It is nice to meet you all! - Izuku says awkwardly making the most idiotic smile of century making a certain blond with black streak in his hair sneeze somewhere thinking that somebody is stealing his image.
Both people look at him disenterestingly while mist man doesn't even move an inch, unblinking. Seriously something is off about this guy but Izuku can't really place what, he gives a feeling of not a person but an... object? Like a robot or a puppet? Izuku can't shake that feeling off and a sharp ping in his head doesn't lets him rest in presence of those people.

-Mhmm your quirk young man?- Asks the fourth person he didn't saw. And he jumped a little he saw it was an old man with greying hair and a obnoxious red suit, seriously? How he didn't saw him earlier?

Well that cat is out of the box now, why in this cursed society quirks are so important it is the first thing person asks for? Dang it. Wait, they are waiting for me to say something! Shit!

-Um, well sir I'am quirkless.- Izuku says and his shoulders slump.
To his suprise nobody laughs or is angry of even talking to them, he sees man clenching beak mask looking at him like he saw a miracle or Jesus Christ in person, the other bald man looks at him with kindess and a small smile, the mist man... well he didn't reacted at all. But the man that asked this question actually chuckled.
-Heh, I knew kid! You are one of ours, I know it by the way you carry yourself around, Well I am quirkless too you know?- Man smirked, and Izuku looked dumbfounded, there exist people like him still?! He thought he was a relic of the past, a error of the evolution, a freak, and yet here he is in front of a man that looks like he has life at palm of his hand and he is quirkless too.
-Oh..- Izuku says not knowing what more to say.

- Oh, indeed, ah, where are my manners! My name is Itsuki Kitamura and I am the current Overboss of Gators! It is a pleasure to meet a fellow powerless person like me! - He says and looks around the table. Izuku just sees everyone lowering their hands. Well, weapons are prohibited there, but nobody said anything about quirks. This guy with fur has one of his gloves off. From the spread of his hand, it looks like some sort of destruction quirk with activation of all five fingers. The next guy has a right hand that seems a little larger than his other one. He also backs it off now. From how he extends his hand, it seems like some sort of claws or spike quirk. He still has visible holes in his skin for them. He looks at the mistman and hears a sound above him akin to 'whoop'. He sees, with a corner of his eye, a purplish portal. Was it? No way.

-A warper?- Izuku slips out without him knowing and mist man narrows his eyes moving for the first time he saw him.
-Ah yes the distinguished man here is called Kurogiri, unfortunetly he is not very talkative right now.- He says with uncertanity in his voice but forementioned kurogiri doesn't reacts at all.- Well the next man here is my son! Iroh Kitamura! - Man just nods and leaves it like that playing the cards with the others.
-And the last one there...- Old man says but he gets rudely interrupted.

-There is no need; you can call me Overhaul. It's a true pleasure knowing there is someone else here untainted by the disease. - Says Overhaul, shaking Izuku's outreached hand and immediately disinfecting it with some sort of bottle of hospital-smelling liquid. Izuku is absolutely confused even more, then the old man shakes his head, giving him a subtle signal to not dwell on it. So, Izuku complies.

-It seems everybody is finally here.- A voice projected itself from the center of the stage, and Izuku looked at the stage where everybody was already present. In front of the microphone stood an old lady who seemed to have aged with dignity. She had red eyes with vertical pupils, and she had also painted her eyelids and fingers in an ashen color. Behind her, her white hair flowed freely. She was wearing some sort of old, elegant clothing that seemed rather uncomfortable. Izuku stood frozen for a while, but a bald man beckoned him to sit down, and Izuku complied, realizing he had been unintentionally disrespectful.
Now he saw how every table was filled with at least one person, in the corner was his senseis and Mei with her mind probably already in her workshop. It looks like Iwao sensei strapped her into a chair by ropes so she won't run away in the middle of presentation with her random strokes of genius and forgetting about everything around her. Once she runned out of her build in bathroom because she got an inspiration and started working at the workshop, lets say Izuku fainted on the spot after seeing that.

He looked at the next table and on it was a spiderlooking mutant that had four spiderlike legs hagning from his shoulder he also had 6 green glowing eyes and a monstrous mouth that was ragged like it was tattered, he was wearing old elegant clothing and had a cowboy hat with wide brim. He looked oddly satisifed while smirking sinisterly, next to him on either side of him were two girls that had ashen skin similar to a woman on stage, they both looked like a smaller version of that woman, he blinked and stopped right here with his train of thoughts to not wander into wrong conclusions.
In the middle were him with 4 strangers that he just meet, and right behind them was another round table with a large man in white suit that had red rose attached to it, his face looked rather bizzare, it reminded him of piramid or triangle, and his nose was pointy and almost as long as his entire head. He honestly looked like a person that would fight with platypuses on daily basis.

The next person to him on his right was a man with long black hair obscuring his face. He was holding a laptop and typing with impressive speed on it, which was interesting because it made no sound. This meant it was rather expensive. His whole person gave Izuku creeps, but compared to the other people in this meeting, he was fairly normal. On the other side of the triangle-headed man was a woman. He recognized her even! She was one of the people belonging to a media station that widely discussed the pros of demolishing entire quirkless and villainous districts. That was rather confusing. What is a person like that doing here? Aren't they enemies of this community or something? The more he thought about possible reasons, the more confused he became. So he left it be.
On the darkest corner of the hall was Giran and five people wearing hoodies, every each of them had the same hair color and their hair obscured their faces, when Izuku looked closely at the scene he recognized that Giran behind his glasses was staring straight at him this whole time. How long he was staring at him anyway? Creepy! And now he recognized Izuku saw him to so he gave him the most evil smile that even Stain would be proud of. It gave him chills.
-Welcome our distinguished guests on the 700 meeting of the Outasts council!- She announced so dryly that even Izuku wanted to drink something right now.
As he was about to listen to her speech further he discovered that she was mainly talking about some statistics that he honestly have no idea about, black market fluctuations and all that stuff, its not like he doesn't know it, Pop step drilled into his head many useful things and among them is always knowing a market price, just to not get fucked on the spot, as he looked around he saw that nobody was really listening to what was she saying, they were alrady engrossed in their own conversations.

-Hey, kiddo- He heard somebody whispering and it was this bald man that had kind look on his face. -For now there will be nothing interesting to talk about, so for now you can relax, on the begining there is always nothing important, and I guess old Oguro is only here for the ending.- Man said and Izuku deflated stilling himself at long hours of boredoom and seeing his expression bald man chuckled knowingly.
-Hey you see that man that looks like picasso painting?- Bald man said while discretly pointing at the man with another table that metal sign that had written on it MLA in bold black letters. Izuku nodded, he listened to the man considering he has nothing better to do and that the reason he is here is to gather useful information about the underworld and gather new friends.

-This guy is Re-Destro grand commander of Meta Liberation Army, our enemies, big idiots and even bigger dicks, they believe that everybody who has weak quirks or doesn't have them is evolutional failure and needs to be eradicated or their slave, what is more funnier they believe in "law of the mightiest" so, the stronger your quirk is the more superior to others you are, like a a herd of gorillas, it is kind of funny, that they talk so much about evolutionism and all of that meanwhile they literally are moving backwards to monkey's logic, primitives in short.- Bald man continued while snickering at contradictions in this group idelogy. Izuku was honestly curious what is this all about maybe, he could later at home check this information in internet.
-And this guy right here with spider mutation, his villain name is Webber, nobody knows how old he really is, which is terryfing because there are proof that this guy was rulling his part of underground for past 90 years, and even through All Might debut in Japan his business survived untouched, nobody knows anything about him, well at least not that would help them take him down, lets say that people that deal with him just... disappear. Not even bodies remain behind or any other thing, he just comes up on meetings like this and sits in his corner sipping his tea like a dignified person or something. He is only one of them that I find... unnerving, the others are obvious, in their own way but this guy, he just seems blank... like a black card, you know this motherfucker is super villain or something but you honestly cannot figure nothing about him. The more he talks with you the less you know about him really, and the more he gathers about you. Don't even look at him, he is... not dangerous when not provoked, but he always carries himself around with arrogance, not the usual way any of people here do, it is arrogance made from strength and experience.- Bald man said not pointing at Webber that was looking at Izuku back with one of his eyes as Izuku was looking at him, and when Izuku flniched he winked at him making Izuku feel like spiders crawled down his back.

-Well, anyway... this creepy guy that is staring at you like he wants to eat your ass is Giran, leader of Charon, shark of black market, holder of it and acomplice of demon lord, he has in his hands more than 50% underground illegal trade in basically anything from pasteries to quirk created S rank support equipment, he literally moves entire underground on his back. Like an Atlas, he holds entire world on his back, and he enjoys it beacuse nobody, I mean nobody not even MLA can jump on him. Never deal with the devil they say, well the legends say about him when he looks in the mirror Devil tips a hat to him...- Bald man ends and Giran grins at them with his eyes behind his glasses glint like tiny reflectors, and Izuku feels like he is stared by a curious child that is observing an very interesting ant that wants to keep in a jar and observe it even more with morbid fasination.

-Yeah, better not talk about it... this guy is giving everybody creeps, oh and the next one are old guard, those are remnants of gangs that were rulling the underworld before quirks even appeared!- The next table that Izuku honestly didn't paid attention to was seated down by six old people in the same suit, they all had cuban cigars and a ashtrey in the middle, they were playing cards, it couldn't be more stereotypical than this.
-Ahh, it seems we are getting to the interesting part, you should listen to this old granny she has some very important things to tell us.- The bald man grins and looks expectantly at the woman on the stage and Izuku also shifts his attention towards her.

-Now, when we have introductory speech behind us, let some to the more important matters, which are...- She slowly steps to the side of the stage and from the celling is unrolling the parchment and from back of the room a some device. It quickly gives a light to the parchment and lights around the room dim significantly.
-Hero Hunter Department and their recent 'Extermination' plans.- Everybody goes silent on that save loud sipping of tea that is coming from corner where Webber table is. This guy is truly a menace to society. Some people stare at him but he honestly doesn't care and continues like nothing happened, like a alpha predator asserting his domninance. -Ah, yes, this information was leaked to us thanks to Webber's efforts and Charon that is hosting blackmarket trade center this year.- She says tiredly and Webber nods and returns to his tea, meanwhile Giran takes his sight from Izuku and instead focuses his eyes on Webber giving him suspicous glance and he gets a wink in response, he shudders. There is always a bigger fish.

After a moment of silence and awkwardness that Webber obviously didn't cared about old lady sighed with resignation at his antics. - Returning to the topic, it appears that HPSC decided finally to take care of our forgotten districts and 'take care' of its citizens.- She comunicated dryly, everybody leaned closer with curiosity save Webber and Stain scoffed so loudly Izuku heard him from a far.

-but unfortunetly take care of citizens and black districts is not fighting crime itself but rather the people that expose it.- She said making some people confused meanwhile Knuckleduster was looking like gears were moving in his head with the expression he was wearing. - That Means HPSC officialy made new department named Hero Hunter Department specialy to hunt down and kill vigilante rings..-

As she said that everybody went to uproar, MLA table was shaking as biggest guy had his entire head covered in purplish substance that was leaking of him and the two others had mortified expressions on their faces, meanwhile Giran looked more pale than before with his cigaret sliding of his mouth and dropping on the table as he stared into distance probably thinking about implications, Stain was roaring in fury while Knuckleduster was holding him back, his killing intent was enormous, but currently everybody who had power here was angry and lets say it was enough to wake Mei up from her mumblings, she still looked around puzzled at what is happening like the cinamon roll with ADHD she is. God bless her soul she is so precious. Old guys in the old guard table dropped their cards and looked annoyed at the announcer like they expected to know this sooner, Kurogiri's form flickered to life and was listening closely to the conversation all around, it honestly looked like somebody switched on a robot to do something, it was honestly kind of creepy. Old man next to him was gripping table tightly as he with sharp eyes looked at Webber from a far that looked at him apologeticaly and shaked his head. Man with birdman mask was looking rather angry but collected, he didn't liked what he heard it was obvious from his excessive use of washing hands in some cleaning liquid.
-This is some high shelf top bullshit! This cannot be real! I do not believe this! They don't have funds and balls to even step a foot there, but have money and gal to hunt us, US down?!- Some of the old man shouted from his seated place, he was elderly man with balding head and a goate beard, his eyes were glassed over from his blindlness but held a sharp edge even though disablility, his whole skin was like a wrinkled paper. Others around his table gestured for him to calm down and he reluctantly agreed.

-Unfrontunetly, not, HPSC unofficaly month earlier began their first move of creating a new department, whole action would remain to us unseen, but fortunetly with inside help we managed to get an opening to peer inside, and what we seen... is not painting a positive picture. - Old lady says and clicks on the pilot that she retrived from her clothing, on the parchment appeared a precise infromation that Izuku instantly started to analize while mumbling incomprehensibly.
-Gramps are you getting anything?- Bald man asks confused, old man looks at the documents projected here slightly confused. Overhaul was staring patiently at the documents probably understanding them from his high inteligence but not wanting to tell his 'allies' to have leverage against them.
-No, I don't understand what HPSC ending contracts with Detrenat company have to do with this and prognosed tax incomes from hero agencies have to do with this.- As old man and his bald man stay confused Overhaul stares at them like an unimpressed cat that can't believe he has to walk around with such simpletons.
-I actually have an idea...- Izuku says as it slips his mind who he is actually talking too. The both seasoned gangsters lift their eyebrows but say nothing. - You see, the diagram here is a finished equasion of incomes per year on taxes related to hero work, you see, every time there is some crisis or villain attack they rise taxes in specific areas to gather money for the damages, and unfortunetly it almost always comes from minorities hero society seeks to destroy, for example here is showed email from vice president of HPSC to director responisble for this upcoming department, they here discuss matter of taxing Cakes , Uraraka construction company and, Rifts on spades apparently belonging to some fish mutation quirk user, and finally they discuss about disasembling monopoly of Detrenat company which to their opinion is going far too dangerous.- As Izuku bables what he understands from documents presented Old man pales with his bald son gritting his teeth in anger as they both stare at offending documents.

-Iroh.. this will ruin us.- Old man quietly whispers and bald son nods with grim determination.
-But it won't be that bad father, we have support of the alliance after all? Right?- The son asks and his father deflates with sigh that only most tired of old mans can have. They get startled a little when in MLA table picasso paiting looking guy shouts in fury like an angered alpha predator that was denied its meal. After a moment they all get up and man composes himself but his hands are still shaking, meanwhile man that had laptop seems to be grieving lost of his device with silent prayer as they silently bow down and leave. As they were leaving man with long hair leaves card on the table and moves it towards bald man that eyes him suspicously, there is some discusion between them that Izuku doesn't catch being completly focused on document analisis.
Suddenly screen get obruptly cut and Izuku is taked out of his trance, welp he cannot help it, people still are in uproar vividly talking and gesticulating. Suddenly speakers flicker to life and old lady speaks again, - Do not be afraid, we with the council already discussed the details, and it appears there might be many ways we can prepare for such eventuality. - Old lady said lowering her hands like she was calming down unruly children not hardened vigilanties and gangs that ruled before quirks even appeared. - But, now may I suggest for... less initiated individuals to leave this part of the meeting, this time we will be straight on discussing future of Underworld.

As she said that there was chorus of shuffled chairs and tables, and unsatisfied groans, bald man beckoned Izuku to go and he complied, he later on pointed to Izuku helpfuly at Lurker and Mei that already were at the entrance ready to leave and Izuku thanked visibly flustered at having been to get directions from a stranger. Bald man named Iroh smiled kindly at him and focused his eyes on man with long hair belonging to MLA waiting for him in the corner.
-Here you are young man! Quick! Quick my taiyaki won't do themselves! And I left them unrefrigerated! I cannot deal with food poisioning this time!-
Lurker waves to izuku and already talks about food, and he smiles fondly at him, if Lurker doesn't know what to talk about he is talking about food or suppot equipment most of the time, honestly he doesn't know how he would survive on those streets without this man support, not only with his items, his constant babling on intercoms about various things is sometimes really annoying, but it became homely lately, so after this uncomfortable rally or whatever that is Izuku can finally go and rest his strained muscles, seriously? what this suit is made of? Wait... this is another Mei or Lurker's support equipment, how could I forget that. Damn gremlins always will sneak gadgets everywhere.
Just as Izuku was halfway there suddenly a veil of ... webs? Blocks his way and from the ground shadows melt to a single being making Izuku yelp and go stiff as a statue.

-Will it truly change anything if young man waits here for a while?- A ghostly voice with strange echo welcomed him with face of Webber in front of him. He was looking at him the same way Giran was, but ... it didn't had the same slimy intent, like he wasn't staring at a piece of meat to sell but something fascinating. -How about you go with me to the second meeting of today, hoohho that would be delightful? Would you?- He asks and Izuku bluescreens and is currently rebooting.
-Wha-what? Mr Webber I cannot be on such important meeting such as this! Old lady said...- Izuku wanted to say something but Webber lifted him up like a doll with moving spider webs and dragged him with himself.

-Ahhaaahah, yes dear Charlotte says anything that I want her to say, but currently times has changed, and earlier I wasn't expecting to meet such a talents as yours.- Webber says while the door opens to the corridor leading to secret meeting. - You must understand me, not everyone in this place know manners or have right attitude to parcipicate in such meetings. I must ensure you that this would be delightful experience for aspiring leader such as you.- Webber says crypticaly making Izuku confused more and more by the sentance. But as he said the last sentence he almost choked on his spit. Leader?! What the hell is he talking about?
As Izuku was trying to piece himself together just enough to be comprehensible to normal people Webber already opened the ornamental door waiting at the end of the hall. Izuku was welcomed with a long table with 8 seats on the sides and one at the end. Just when he entered and started marveling at the sight of beautiful table made from expensive wood and marble and jade decorated hall he was meet with 9 pairs of eyes staring at him like he was from the other planet.
First was Giran that regained his smile after a moment of confusion looking at him like a shark that won some bet, his glasses were glinting in the artificial light of the room, but he quickly frown when he seen Webber next to him, like man sole presence was making Giran age 100 years. Next was Woman with blue skin and green eyes that had black eyes with green irises. She was wearing a rich fur that she held closely to herself as she looked at him with curiosity of a child, her smile was also childish. Next were twins from earlier, one of them was looking shocked mirroring her mother expression, they looked exactly the same, the other sister was sending flirtatious glare with licking her lips to her sister dismay as she frowned at what her sister was doing. Next was Charlotte that was speakswoman of the entire rally, she was looking at him with clear suprise and she send glances at Webber from time to time trying to decipher what the hell was he doing. The last of them was Knuckleduster that looked like was about to explode. Izuku quickly realized that he probably thinks that Izuku was snopping around where he shouldn't be and it caused our protagonist to panic but firm reasuring grip of Webber calmed him down enough to not faint on the spot.
I'am deeply remorseful for my member behavior, may I be the one to administer the punishment?- Knuckleduster asked while gritting his teeth and bowing to the Charlotte and Izuku soul lefts his body but Webber quickly puts it back when nobody is looking and others are looking at the scene with some morbid amusement. That is until Charlotte tries to speak and Webber beats her to it.
-I think there is no need for such things- Webber says with his strange ghastly voice making some people raise their eyebrows and Knuckleduster stares daggers at Izuku that feels like a corpse already.- Because of course I'am the person who brought young Izuku here.- Webber says and like a magic word has been said everybody calms down their postures but look confused why would he bring him there, but nothing beats confusion that is written on Knuckleduster face that looks like he was smacked by a fish in the face.
-And may I ask why do you think it would be good idea to let not initiated minor go to the Overlord's meeting on his first day here?- Charlotte was looking at him uimpressed, she honestly looked tired at the man antics. Giran is looking at Webber like he offends him by just existing, the old man on the far end of the table snorted and shaked his head with fondness, the twins looked at Webber with determined expressions while their mother was giving them side eye trying to understand what did Webber told them that she doesn't know. Knuckleduster still looks like train wreck and he plops down on his chair looking around confused and gestures something to him calming him down.
-Oh it is rather simple I believe this kid to be our future leader.-

-Hunt Or Be Hunted-

Meanwhile outside the Overlord's Embassy building just few streets ahead was a man standing under a street lamp waiting for something. He was bald man wearing a suit, it was nobody else but Iroh Kitamura he wears an unreadable scowl of his face and he is deep in thoughts when he sees somebody finaly aproaching his meeting spot. He quickly throws out a cigarette and stomps on it focusing his attention on newcomer, what is strange, the newcomer didn't make any sounds when moving, like a ghost floating through the air, he become visible only in the light of the street lamp and it honestly disturbed Iroh.
-What do you want? What is the meaning of this?- He asks angrily and his hand behind his back morphs into power claw just in case. As he stiffens ready for battle newcomer also does. After a while of stare down newcomer laughs disturbing belly laugh and steps fully into the light showing his features.
-Ahh, you know I heard some concerning rumors about your... little group of people with common interest.- Stranger says crypticaly. He is man wearing an arctic jacket that is long to his kness, below he wears some grey pants and on his feet he has long boots made for harsh environment. Iroh thinks it has to do with his quirk probably because there is no cold at this time of year even in coldest nights.
-The fuck are you talking about?- Iroh snarls, he will not take this disrespect towards Overlord's council, they made this discticts a place to live with their sweat and blood, and now some punk badmouths his efforts. - Chose your words carefully punk.- He adds as his expression grews even more furious.
-Well, I just want to warn you. That you have been betrayed.- Stranger steps around seemingly bored and Iroh lifts and eyebrow while looking at him with many thoughts passing through his mind, well at least he can hear him out. -What's your name and who do you working for?-
The masked man smirks behind his hood.- Shouldn't that be the first question you asked? Or you expected me to not answer you right away? Well I'am from MLA and my villain name is Geten, but that is not important, what's important is certain Knuckleduster is after you, and detective from Mustafu police force was investigating your gang for months with his help.-
-Bullshit.- Geten looked like he wasn't sure Iroh called him bullshit on his news or that he is from MLA, so instead he shook his head and like before he tried to keep things simple so this caveman brain can catch up with his words and meaning of them.
-Think what you want to think, I'am only a man to pass down the message, if you want to help from us again, you can call for number my dear friend left you. Good evening harbringer of chaos.- Geten saluts to him and suddenly there is a rift in space, like world broke into dozens of little crystals and Geten stepped towards them and his visage blended in them showing in multiple places and after a while it started fading leaving empty space where he was.
-They have a fucking warper?!-

=Hunt Or Be Hunted-

In the cafe nearby Overlord's mansion was a seated area where customers can outside enjoy their pasteries and coffie or whatever else this place offers, below one of large umbrellas covering the place from the sunlight was seated two man in suit, one of them was Itsuki Kitamura current Overboss of Gators and the second one was nobody else but detective Tsukauchi, though he looked strange and different in his current attire his face features were the same.
-Mr. Kitamura I'am delighted that you decided to invite me this evening to this fine place.- Detective says carefuly and Overboss of Gators looks like he was resigned to something. Detevtive looked from the other side strangely tense and also pierced Overboss of Gators with his gaze like a hawk.
-Why are you so difficult Mr Naomasa? Couldn't this be any different?- old gangster asks and detective smiles a little.
-No, unfortunetly I cannot, we both know why I'am here and why do you need me to take care of your organization.- Detective responds to him while cutting the steak on his plate to neatly two equal pieces. They exchange glances, and from just them there is an entire other discussion in them, they both know eachother since collage, detective Naomasa at that time was an aspiring police officer, not entirely yet convinced about his path in life, it was indirectly Kitamura who told him he should be detective and the perks that come from having his quirk. And now two old man are sitting next to eachother after a long journey. They came apart took different choices and now they sit here ready for judgement.
-I was suspecting this, that day like this will be inevetible, my family... since quirks came up we were having a monopoly on everything, there always were people that needed help or guidence, always there was someone opressed that we could give a hand on and in exchange we gathered debt, soon enough the biggest companies of the world were at our feet, everything was as it should be... until it... didn't.- Old gangster smiles while he recounts the previous years of his life considering them fond memories and important experiences, but as he goes to the end his smile falters and he comes to realization that everything is about to end.
A silence stretches between them for a while, detective looks at his plate like it holds answers to the secrets of the universe and Kitamura stares at his fork sadly like he was contemplating everything he has done to this point.
-There is many things that I have done, many thing that I regret, many that I don't but it doesn't change the end of things, that unfortunetly all of us meet at the end of the road that is this life, and it always ends up like this, we need to pay the price, and my hope only comes to the rest of my men, that their price... will be far less what I'am about to pay.- Old man sighs with regret looking like a dried up corpse and detective looks at him with sympathy. He didn't chose this life, he did what he had to do, and he has no regrets for doing what was right in his opinion and to keep his family safe. When you are entangled in spider webs like those... the only way to go out is to die at the hill you are standing on. And that is what is happening right now.
-The case is already made, I... convinced higherups about your case and they agreed on your proposition, your life for your sons life and the gang members save couple of those that are unsalvagable will get with nothing else but a slap on their wrist or... what I can promise you they won't end up in jail for half of their life or worse.- Detective says taking handcuffs on the table and old man sighs.
-Like the old times Neo? Just the two of us?- He asks with his hands shaking on the table.
The detective takes his hands and squizzes the ones of his old friend.- Just the two of us.-

-Hunt or be Hunted-