Unwanted || Tomura Shigaraki

Chapter Thirty Two

I always believed that my life growing up was dull, so void of life and joy but now I realised that it was nothing in comparison to the excruciating feeling of having your heartbroken. To how I'd been feeling every waking second since the love of my life was taken from me. The beacon of light guiding me within the darkness. My one chance of finally achieving happiness, to experience pure unadulterated love.

She was gone and she was never coming back. My beautiful beloved Mina was dead.

Mina is dead.

The mere mention of those three horrific words never failed to make my skin crawl. The thought of her being scared and alone in her final moments turned my stomach. I couldn't bear to think about it.

Two months had passed since that grievous day and so much had already changed.

Staring through the gaps of the preserved hand upon my face, I blankly looked down at the prosthetic fingers of my now mutilated left hand. Thinking back over the past events that we, The League, had to overcome to get us to where we were now. To where I was the supreme leader ruling over an army consisting of thousands of turned heroes and villains alike, all with the same visions of a society liberated from regulations.

Everything started shortly after Mina's death. The doctor and the great power Kurogiri had been so eager to find, the one left behind by Master in the form of Gigantomachia—his former bodyguard. A giant beast-like man, wielding multiple quirks that made him near enough indestructible. Both had finally left the shadows and made themselves known to us, saying that if we wanted their help then I would have to prove myself worthy as All for One's successor.

It was a long relentless ordeal, hours upon hours of constant fighting against the mountainous creature. A combined effort between all of us with barely any time for rest. To say we were exhausted was putting it nicely.

Then to make matters even more arduous we received contact from Re-Destro, the leader of the Meta Liberation Army. An organisation that followed the philosophy that the free usage of quirks was a basic human right.

In a declaration of war against the League, he had kidnapped our broker Giran and had been holding him captive in Deika City. Torturing him in an attempt to gain more intel on our whereabouts.

Initially, the news of Giran's capture hadn't troubled me one bit, to much of Twice's distaste. In my mind, gaining the trust of Masters two close accomplices was far more important. Nothing else mattered.

However, the lack of respect shown from the mysterious caller towards the Leagues intentions was enough to turn my head. So of course, I had to accept his challenge.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE LIBERATION ARMY! IT IS I, RE-DESTRO!"

Ugh, his voice is so damn infuriating.

I sank my fatigued body further into the leathered cushion of my throne, using my uninjured hand to scratch at the base of my neck, paying no attention to the balding man's speech. His booming voice filled every corner of the vast room, filled with the hundreds, possibly even thousands of loyal supporters.

It was a miracle that I was still alive to be completely honest. Managing to walk away from my fight with the former Grand Commander of the M.L.A with just a broken leg, a crippled hand—only my ring finger and pinky remained, and a few scrapes and bruises. Nothing that I couldn't recover from.

"I'D ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT THE LEAGUE WOULD BE A WALL THAT STOOD IN OUR WAY! I FIRMLY BELIEVED THAT! UNTIL THAT FATEFUL DAY!" Re-destro continued, I inwardly scoffed before going back to my reminiscing thoughts.

For some time I'd been having brief flashbacks to my murky recollections of my childhood. Memories of people that I couldn't recognise but knew deep down that they were of some importance to me. It wasn't until I had my hand crushed by Re-Destro and the dread of having my quirk impaired that everything finally resurfaced.