Shie Hassaikai Underground Compound
"Not big on decorating your office, huh?" Tomura entered an awfully blank office, Overhaul, Daichi and Irinaka sat inside. Chrono had lead the red eyed villain in, "I don't like cluttered spaces," the auburn haired man intertwined his fingers. "We've been wandering around these underground tunnels for half an hour, way to make your guests feel like ants! Is every yakuza hideout as bizarre as this one?" He scratched at his neck. "We can never be sure who's watching or what a guest might be thinking, so we've got multiple underground routes. This reception room is quite well hidden."
"We've survived as long as we have thanks to this intricate setup," the small bird like creature—which was Irinaka—counted money. "So, about your call the other day, did you mean it? You'll really join us depending on terms?!" He resurfaced and questioned. "That's a nice way of putting it, you guys wanna use our name, and we wanna expand our influence. We both have something to gain here," Tomura thrusted his foot up on the table in the middle of both couches after he had made himself comfortable by sitting down on his own accord, he placed his intertwined hands on his knee.
"Take your filthy foot off of my table," Chisaki propped his elbow on his thigh and leaned the side of his face on his palm. "Mr.Boss...you should really be more polite and say something like, "Please remove your foot," show some humility." Daichi hid his laugh with a fake cough, 'Chisaki's just salty cause' (Y/n) was going to kill him.' The latter sent him a stink eye, "Anyway, first off, we aren't working under you. We're gonna do what we want, when and how we want. We'll be equals, so let's be friends and help each other out." Daichi hummed, "Is that your condition?"
"One more thing, this plan you mentioned. Explain it, it's only natural to include us. After all, I hafta decide if it worth lending you our good name. Especially because..." The powder blue haired man reached into his jacket, he didn't have to stick his pinkies out thanks to (Y/n)s genius idea to put bandaids on his pinkies. "You're a bit full of yourself, aren't you?" Chrono put a gun to his head and Irinaka grabbed his shoulder with a buff arm that didn't even begin to comprare to his small form. "You think you can tell us what to do?!" Chrono growled.
"Who do you think you are, you little punk?!" Irinaka roared. "You're one to talk. Your two bit yakuza meat shield...was hardly an equal trade for our dearly departed Big Sis." Tomura raised his hand, ready to decay someone. "Plus, that arm you took. We're gonna need compensation for that, or this deal is a no-go." Chisaki shifted his eyes to his lackeys, "Chrono, Mimic, back off. Our guest took the time to come out here, after all, let's at least hear him out. He was in the middle of something," the two backed off and he gestured him to go on, he reached back into his jacket.
"It's all got something to do with these, right?" He pulled out a blue cylinder and a red cartridge with a needle sticking out of it.
Kansai Region, Enusha City
"There's no shortage of trouble from gangsters and street punks lately! Makes me hungry as heck!" Three figures of varying heights walked down a street market in Enusha City. One of them stood out the most, a big and round man in a yellow hero suit. The other two figures were Kirishima and Amajiki. "Which's why hero agencies 'round these parts are in need of good fighters. You were perfect for the job, Red Riot." Fatgum happily chewed on a large serving of takoyaki. "Happy to be here!! Fourth Kind couldn't take me on, so I'm glad you were able to!" He bumped his harder fists against each other.
"If only Mirio was around...you scared me with how aggressive you are," Amajiki had a light scowl on his face. "You'll make a fine team member too, Tamaki, once we do something about that fragile psyche of yours!" The latter clutched his chest as if he had endured a strike to the heart, "That sort of pressure sends me spiraling even deeper." He hid his face in his hands, "It's always like this! I swear he scouted me just to have someone to torment! It's abuse of power! I wanna go home!" He gabbed about, "Pretty sure he's just encouraging you! That's how it sounds to me," Kirishima reasoned.
"Hey Fat!! Eat at my place!" A vendor urged with a wave, "Maybe tomorrow," he waved back. "I'll never be as cheery and positive as you and Mirio," the indigo haired boy lowered his hands off of his face. "I know how it feels, man. There've been plenty of times when things are bad and I'mtotally useless. It feels like my classmates are getting stronger and gaining experience, leaving me in the dust. 'Swhy I wanna close that gap and stand as equals with them!" He clenched his determined fists, "Right. Like I said, you're a positive first year," the older sulked.
"Hey! Someone get them!" A vendor shouted and the three turned immediately. "Speak of the devil," Fatgum raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No lucky breaks for us huh?! Hurry up! She's gonna catch up to us at this rate!" It was a gang of petty thieves, "And we were just about to make a name for ourselves too!" Clouds followed them and a blue streak appeared in everyone's peripheral vision. "You fucking bastards! I'll teach you to run away from me again!!" Azul appeared in all her glory, and with a cute outfit too but holding a van in her clutches?!
How did she end up in that point? Let's rewind a bit.
'I don't get why I have to go all the way over here for shampoo...whatever. At least it's good, and my hair grew to my shoulders already. I wonder if Barry had to deal with this problem.' (Y/n) sat in her car and waited for the red light to turn green, she was heading towards the Kansai Region in search of her hair products. The special ones of course, the last time she tried the ones from the local store—her hair got flat and frizzy. It wasn't a good look, but she could remember her mother having to deal with the same situation so she wasn't that lonely about it.
There was a sharp jabbing sensation in her head, Danger Sense, she hasn't felt that one in a while. As if on cue—there was a loud honking to the side of her and back, along with loud yelling and howls. "We did it boys!" She glanced towards her rear view mirror, a gang of good for nothings. How abso-fucking-lutely wonderful, but she was bored, so why not? Her outfit consisted of a cropped black mesh top and a red bra under—it showed her heart tattoo and the scar in the middle of it. She wore black cargo joggers and dark red Dr Martens, platform ones of course, she bit down on her candy.
The van that the "gang" was in was just barely passing her, the light was still red and other cars were up and running. It was all too late when the people in the cars realized what was about to happen. Being in a massive car crash was never really pretty, or ideal. 'I bet you couldn't do this before, huh? Banjo.' (Y/n) stood in the middle of the four way intersection holding up multitudes of cars with Black-Whip. The people inside looked out of their windows in awe, "Y'know, I like playing games." The thugs looked back in shock, "How about, "Catch me if you can?" How does that sound?"
"But with my own little twist," the path was cleared for them so the accelerated. "It's Azul, we're dead meat!" The cars were placed down. "If you manage to escape from me, i'll let you off the hook. Hell, maybe i'll give you some money..." Their eyes shined at that. "But...if I catch you..." Her eyes became sinister, "...I might just have to rip some limbs off." She licked her lips at their terrified expressions, "Hurry up!! I don't want to die!" A ten second head start was fine, right? She used Black Whip again and placed her own car in an abandoned parking lot. 'Ah, it's always a long night.'
"You may resume heading towards you all's destinations," was the last thing everyone present heard and saw was a blue flash and bang, and she was no longer in the vicinity. She was chasing after them at a lazy speed, she could go faster, but the antsy look on their faces was priceless. About some seconds in—she could see other people in the way. 'I should move them, at that speed—they don't even know what's going to happen before it actually happens.' Her eyes widened when she saw familiar heads of hair, the Miyamuras. 'Damn, they're right in the way!!"
The blue haired girl amped the speed up and easily managed to get in front of the large van. She also noticed the thugs trying to stealthily jump out of the vehicle, but the car was still going. She was going to lose them at that rate, especially if they split up. "Why are you doubting yourself (Y/n)? You know you can run faster than the speed of sound, right?" She disregarded Barry's rude intrusion of her thoughts, everything turned slow around her, she reached the speed that it looked like time stopped when she was moving. She skidded in front of the family, their eyes widened at her appearance.
Neon chains wrapped around her arms as the car was still going at full speed towards the large crowd. "(Y/n)-chan?!" Emi gaped at the girl who crossed her arms in an X position only a few feet away. "Don't worry about me kiddo! (Y/n)-chan has a job to do!" Ketaneki also gaped at her, no way, what she gonna do what he thinks she's gonna do?! The van hit her front force and with full impact, the recoil and the impact made her bite down on her inner cheeks. Almost instantly after the collision, the car was shocked back at the sheer amount of her strength. "Gotta go! Bye!"
The girl who's roots started turning white—waved at the family who was standing in shock. Well, all except for the red haired little girl, "Bye (Y/n)-chan!!" The latter smiled one last time and she disappeared, as well as the van. The little girl noticed a small chain around her wrist, just like the one she was given in the dinner party after the sports festival. She grazed her fingers on the tough metal, it was weird how something so strong could crumble just like that. Maybe (Y/n)s chains represent who she is more that everyone thought, but that's how she got to that point.
Chasing thugs in a cute outfit and holding up—who knows how much that van weighed—but a van. "You bastards!! Get your wussies asses back here!!" They screamed in fright, was she really going to throw their own van at them?! "Split up for now!! We can't let her get to us, she'll kill us!!" They didn't see who they were running into, "Not so fast!" The blue eyed girls jaw slacked, "Fatgum." They were squished into his fat, "It's Fat!! Shoot, we're sinking in!" The latter hugged them into his marshmallow like body, "That's Mr.Fat The Sinker to you!! Hey, you have the same quirk as Edge."
One of them was getting away, but tentacles wrapped around the thugs body—preventing him from escaping. "Where'd this stupid octopus come from?!" Amajikis hair drooped, "So cruel..." he groaned out. "No senpai, he just means your tentacles! It's not an insult!" The red head tried to reassure. The older didn't respond, instead, pulled the thug closer and delivered a hard uppercut with his clam hand. "You're not an octopus...?" The thug muttered and (Y/n) sighed, 'All that chase for my victims to get taken down with no torture or suffering.'
'How boorrring.' She threw the car up from her grip and wrapped Blackwhip around the entirety of it. A telepathic squeeze and it was pulverized in an instant. "Clams sure are handy, good on offense and defense. That's why I try to eat them every day." The indigo haired boy pinned the thug down with a chicken foot, "Hey, hey! Hey! Fatgum! Fat!" (Y/n) launched herself into his stomach. "(L/n)-san! How're you kid?! I haven't seen you in years! I heard about your identity on the news, and what happened, i'm sorry I couldn't be there."
She stuck her head out, "I forgive you as long as you keep the press off my back," she smiled at him innocently. He pushed her back in with a large grin. "Didn't need the wings though," the seventeen year old glanced at the white wings on his back. Kirishima awed at him. "I...did good, didn't I?" His posture drooped and his body trembled. "Yeah!! Awesome, you're a beast at whipping out your quirk all quick-like!" The red head praised. "My little Suneater's as good as any pro when it comes to his skill! Even if his psyche still needs work!"
The surrounding crowed cheered for him, the third year trembled in nervousness. There was a man in the crowd staring straight at the heroes whom the civilians were cheering for. 'The gang! I've gotta save 'em!" He brought up a gun, Danger Sense went off and (Y/n) shot out of Fat Gums stomach and into the sky. Thankfully no one noticed except for the yellow suited man, there was a glint in the crowd. He also noticed, "Look out, (Y/n)!" She nodded, "Get down!!" 'It's a gun! I can dodge but...it's not aiming for me!!' She dropped down to the other teens in hopes of acting as a shield.
Back to the compound—"Right after you stuck this little thing in him," Tomura held up a red cartridge. "Mister Compress was unable to use his quirk." The bullet shot straight into her shoulder after dropping in front of Amajiki, her eyes widened, "(Y/n)! What's happening?!" The former users were panicking, they were fading from her mind. The blue haired girl could feel her warmth fade, without thinking, she ripped her skin out in panic. Kirishima and Tamaki stared at her in horror, but it was only the skin that contained the red cartridge. "(Y/n)!"
Her mind reeled and the whispering voices were coming back just as before. 'If I put it back, I can heal myself.' She steadily removed the cartridge that still held part of its liquid inside and heated her hand up. It wasn't a large piece of skin or anything, but it was still a nick that hurt. Her hand turned a faint blue—not enough but it was still hotter than red fire—and burned it back into her arm. She had ripped the bullet out of her skin before the substance inside could fully inject all of it. But still, 'I can't feel them, I can't feel Barry and I can't feel Nana, where's En?! Where are you?!'
"So what are these? What are you planning to do with them? Tell me," the red eyed villain urged. "I'm going to destroy the way things are," Overhaul boldly declared before adding, "They say All For One stole quirks to gain power, i'm taking that method and changing it up a bit. Daichi hopes to sell that one," he pointed at the blue cylinder. "To help lowlifes with no confidence—gain power. And we're planting the seeds of change throughout this country. Little by little, we're laying the ground work for the plan." The previous man aimed the gun again and fired two more shots.
"Run for it, big bro!!"
A bullet hit Tamakis shoulder and Kirishima hardened himself as the bullet hit his forehead and bounced off. 'Banjo...Yoichi...Hikage?! Where are you guys?! Can't you hear me!? Come on...dammit!!' (Y/n) couldn't feel them anywhere, it was cold, awfully cold. "Azul!! Suneater, Red riot!!" Fatgum called out while the thug gaped at the bullet bouncing off, "You're mine!" Kirishima activated his quirk, "Hey!! Azul and that hero's been shot!" The latter grit her teeth, 'That red bullet, he took my damn quirk!! But not all of it.'
A tiny spark flew off her finger, 'Pathetic!! This better wear off in a bit, my metabolism is still skyrocketing.' "It didn't hurt like it should've," Amajiki clutched his shoulder, he jumped when the blue eyed girl turned to him. "You guys really okay?! Too cool! That was really scary though (Y/n), you almost gave us a heart attack." She rubbed her neck, "Sorry," the thug started hitting the gun, "What's wrong with this gun?!" Amajiki lunged his arm at him, "Octopus is just the thing to nab you!" Only a tiny bit of tentacle formed at the tip of his fingers. 'It won't activate?!'
Kirishima ran at the criminal, "Get back here you jerk! I'm gonna punch you for hitting (Y/n)-chan and our senpai!!" Fatgum ran after the red head, "Wait!! Not so fast, move to hastily and it could back fire. If you guys are okay, Suneater, Azul, then take care of things here! Other heroes should show up soon!" The girl stood up, "I'm fine, but my quirk won't activate!!" The boy yelled, the yellow suited man glanced back in alarm. "Is Eraser around here?!" She wiped the blood away from her arm, "Be careful! Amplify and Trigger sales are big in this area!"
"I have no doubt that that guy probably has one of those if he has these bullets!" The hero nodded, "Damn..." Maybe she felt a little lonely without having some sort of disturbance in her subconscious. Kirishima ended up chasing the grey haired thug into a back alley, he delivered a solid punch to the face, the thug fell to the ground and started to sob. He had helped him up but the criminal injected himself with a red cylinder just as (Y/n) suspected. An abundance of sharp blades shot out of his body, his quirk was stronger than before. "You really helped us out here!"
The cops had shown up, (Y/n) and Amajiki stood in front of them. "This gang's been selling illegal drugs and goods, we've been looking for a chance to catch them." She nodded, "You should really only be thanking Suneater." The latter turned to the restrained gang, "So whatever's keeping my quirk from activating must be one of your illegal products then?" She also turned, "Go to hell," the thug condemned. Amajiki appeared with his face against the wall, the blue haired girl had an irk mark pop onto her forehead. "Speak to my senpai like that again..."
She leaned down with an intense glare, "...and i'll shove my fist down your throat so hard and fast you won't even- mmph!" The indigo haired boy covered her mouth to keep her from lashing out any further. "Anyway...leave the rest to us." They nodded in sync and she fell on her butt, she looked up to the older and noticed the far off look in his eyes. "Don't be so worried about them, Kirishima...he's amazing. He might be self conscious and insecure because he compares himself to the rest of the class but, just by being able to stand through something—makes you crazy strong."
Amajiki stared at her, "You first years are so inspirational..." He pressed his forehead against the wall as she sweat dropped. "I'm serious though!!" She stood up and pat the dust off of her joggers, "Right. Does your quirk activate? You were hit by the bullet too." She shrugged, "I don't need my quirk." He rose an eyebrow at the nonchalance, "Let me see your arm though, i'll help you." They walked to a nearby bench and sat down. "You're really intense, if only Mirio was here..." The focus she had on cleaning the small hole the needle made was scary, he gulped.
"You just get intimidated by me, don't you?" She watched him shudder at the eye contact and look away, the blue eyed girl frowned and finished wrapping up his arm. "What about me intimidates you the most?" She tried to play it off with a taunting smile, "Your eyes..." Okay, that sort of stung. "Aw, and I thought my eyes were pretty. I guess not." She guessed it was because of his genes, whatever. Amajiki noticed her off state and thickly swallowed, he didn't mean that they weren't pretty. It just felt like he was getting sucked in by those electric blue pools full of malice and resentment, but determination and ambition.
She was odd, so were her eyes, but he liked them, that's why they intimidated him.
"A quirk booster...drugs like that're illegal in Japan. Must be some cheap Asian made knockoff, judging by how long it lasted. The American variety keeps working for an hour or two." (Y/n), Amajiki and Kirishima stood indolently in front of Fatgum, the red head had successfully caught the blade quirked criminal. "You know your stuff!" He commented with the word cool in mind. "I used to work with the cops and we seized plenty of stuff back in the day." Speaking of cops, "Fat!! About the perps gun, his quirk shredded it to scraps. And there're no bullets."
"We can tell it's no ordinary piece though, we'll get back to you with a report." A police officer held up a bag of destroyed metal, "Interesting, thanks for looking into it." (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at the broken metal, "Hey, excuse me, can I inspect it for a second?" The officer smiled warmly and gladly nodded, "Of course Ms.Azul." Her face flushed, Amajiki stared at her in surprise. "Please, just call me (Y/n)," she waved a hand and he gave her a disposable rubber glove. He opened the bag and she reached her hand inside and took a piece of the metal out.
'Just as I thought...' Her eyed clouded over with malice, "This gun...I knew there was something familiar about it. You guys, come closer," they did and could smell her distinct strawberry gummy bear scent. "Check out the color," it had a tint of light blue in the sliver lining. "What are we looking at?" Kirishima squinted, "I see what you're getting at (L/n)-san! This gun in particular was made by the Angel of Death himself." She put the piece of scrap back inside of the plastic bag, "His weapons always leave a trace of blue behind, it's his trademark, and mine too."
She conjured the small chain she could muster with her quirk gone temporarily, they noticed the dull blue color right away. "That's actually really helpful, thank you (Y/n)! We'll get started on this right away." She nodded and took off the glove. "You okay (Y/n)?" Kirishima placed a hand on her shoulder, "Perfectly fine," that was a lie. The gun and what happened just meant that he was expanding his influence already, she felt itchy and naked. The quirks she's obtained were something reassuring to her, not having them there along with the oldies in her head—was scary.
She knew they would be back, but it wasn't going to be any time soon. Maybe she was dragging it out a bit but it wasn't a comfortable feeling, just having the thought of her father getting the jump on her without a quirk made her feel sick to her stomach. Not because she would feel powerless, but because she's honed her very quirks to almost perfection for the sole reason in defeating Daichi. She finally tuned in to the people next to her gabbing about, "We should probably get you two checked out in the hospital. And i've got something to look into as well, we'll stop by the agency first."
"I'm fine, actually. I've got some things to do too, I already wrapped Amajiki-san up, you should still get that checked out though." Fatgum rose an eyebrow at her and placed his hands on his wide hips, "You just always have to insist at going solo huh? You haven't changed one bit (L/n)." She smiled, "Call me (Y/n), and you know better then to worry about me Fat-Gum." She started walking, "Wait! (Y/n)!" Kirishima called out for her, she paused with a confused hum. "How're you going to get back to U.A? You don't have your quirk! Why don't you come with us instead?"
"Hmm, I don't think so Kirishima." It was his turn to be confused, "Just because I don't have my quirk..." She turned around and picked up the pace, "...doesn't mean..." she started to run and then jumped high up, "...I'm powerless!" Their eyes shined, "She's still so cool!" The yellow suited man gushed like a cool girl. "She's the manliest girl I know!" The red head joined in on the fan-girling, 'Yeah...she's pretty cool.' Amajiki looked down, 'But she looked really down when I told her I was intimidated by her eyes...I should apologize...' He looked back up, 'They remind me of butterflies.'
A Few Days Later
"Oh?! Morning Midoriya, you heading out to your job today, what a coincidence!" Kirishima tugged on his backpack strap and waved at the green haired boy. "It's my first day back after a while, and they said I don't need my costume. Have you seen (Y/n)? I was going to ask if she wanted to go with me but I haven't seen her." The red head shrugged, "Maybe she's already there? She's pretty quick on her feet," they sweat dropped. "Huh? G'morning!! You guys too?!" Uraraka and Asui appeared coming out of the doors of Heights Alliance. "The station? I'll take you guys there!"
"Wow! Thanks a lot," the four had run into some heroes also heading towards the station. "Thank you," they glanced at each other, "So many heroes." Midoriya swiped his pre-paid card to board the train, "Huh?! All on the same train?! I thought you were based in Kansai, Kirishima." He looked back and the other looked up, "I am! Meeting up somewhere different than usual today," he revealed. "We're getting off at the same station?! This really is a coincidence!" The four sat in the same train with their bags in their clutches, "We're meeting our group on-site."
"Walking in the same direction?!" They walked together on the sidewalk towards their destination. "Turning the same corner..." They noticed three familiar people, "And the Big Three are all here." Mirio whacked a salute to his forehead, "Hiya," he greeted. "Hey," Nejire smiled and Amajiki didn't say anything. "What the heck is this?!" They entered a room full of all kinds of heroes, "Gran Torino?! And Aizawa sensei?!" Midoriya gaped before adding, "So many of us, wow! What's this all about?" The periwinkle haired girl noticed her mentor, "Ryukyu!"
"Hey, hey. What're we doing here?! I know you did something about a meeting by what is it?!" The girl leaned her forearms on the olders shoulders, "You'll find out soon, shall we begin, Nighteye, Azul?" Uraraka and Asui turned to each other, 'That big case?!' They thought simultaneously. "Thanks to the intel provided by all of you, we're making great strides with this investigation. The small organization known as the Shie Hassakai is plotting something," Nighteye stood confidently as well as the younger blue haired girl next to him, she was in a slightly formal suit.
"We've called you all to this discussion to share exactly what we know, and it's not just the Shie Hassakai now. This is about the latter and a man whom everyone knows as the Angel of Death, or rather, my biological father."
-kiyo (4746 words)