Hi there! ThalioTP's conscience here!

Welcome to CHAPTER 18! *retarded flute and confetti sprays*

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Now, this is going to be a LONG author's note so I suggest you skip to the story. (Nobody wants to read this shit!)

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First of all, thank you for reading this far! Now, I am sure that some of you might've been unsatisfied with the recent update, which is actually not that surprising because I've been re-reading the previous chapters and I was like "DAAAMN! This shit's cringe!" And it's not like a good cringe, it's the one that makes you wonder why people even like this stuff.

Which is why I am going to rewrite the story.

I'm not going to go from scratch, per se. But I will edit and add a few things in several previous chapters, probably even straight up deleting a chapter! The reason for this is because someone pointed the flaws of my story-AND I'M GRATEFUL BTW!-and when I re-read all of it, I realize that some of it doesn't make any sense.

The second reason is because I'm a hypocrite *laughs nervously*

Look, I know I promised to cut down the power on the OC machine and reduce the production of OCs, but it feels somewhat off to me to use the original characters. Don't get me wrong, Kohei Horikoshi's BNHA characters are fantastic and very unique! But I do not own them. Now, remember, I will reduce the OCs with a method: less screen time. That way, the readers can focus on the important characters of the story. And since I'm not good at making characters, it's a plus side for me too because I have to write about them less! HEYA!

Speaking of OC's, I want to talk about Yuuki... you know... Yuuki? The cat lady?... no?...

She was originally created to be an important part of the story, but I've never had the perfect moment for her spotlight. And not only that, her character traits are just AWFUL!(not physical traits, I meant her personality) So, a bit of a heads up, Yuuki was supposed to be hunt down Izuku and bring him to Mister J, but Yuuki turned against the guy and decided to help Izuku. But her introduction is too cliche, her personality is too cliche, and everything about her screams anime!... wait... what was that?... this is an anime fanfiction?... oh...

Well then!

What I also noticed in my writings is that I have FORGOTTEN a plot! (I know, I'm an idiot. A handsome idiot, though) Now, I won't be telling you what it is because it will be added into a chapter in the future, and I will inform you of a rewritten chapter in next update.

On the side notes, I am going to be quite busy in the future so the author wouldn't be able to write something for weeks!

On the side side notes, I will began updating my old fics! Now, if you haven't read the The Runaway Job I suggest you read the prologue now! And since a lot of people (two people) liked my Mister Wick, I decided to keep writing it!... Which is bad because then I'll get super busy... hmm... expect me to update at an unexpected time! SPANISH INQUISITION!

I have nothing to say now except: read on, and review!

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... did I forget to disclaim? No? It's already in there? Thank god!...

Bakugou Katsuki could be calme

But he didn't want to.

Right now, he's way beyond emotionally troubled. Not only did he managed to keep going to school, considering what he (and everyone else who's still alive) survived from, he also managed to gather enough information he picked up himself to conclude that maybe… just maybe… that son of a bitch Deku, has something to do with everything that's happening.

He felt a craving for vengeance from within, and it thirsts for solace. But, deep inside, he knows that it'll cost something he could not afford.

After the death of his father, he became more and more secluded. But he could say the same to his classmates, though. None of them seemed like they're going to talk to each other for a while.

He couldn't blame them, and that's entirely new for him.

Bakugou heard from the chitter-chatters at school that every day, the government kept finding new bodies of victims of the hurricane. There were a few conversations like these, and all of those are at the middle school cafeteria he goes to at lunch.

But what's really obvious is that they, including Bakugou himself, didn't want to talk about the day when one of their classmates turned on them.

Deku had lied to him? That didn't sound like the useless nobody Bakugou knew from back when they were just children. His power was terrifying, and he demonstrated his potential nicely too. What else is Deku hiding? Why couldn't Bakugou let go of it? Why… why did he feel responsible for his father's death?

"Just fucking let go of it." Nakama Shunji had said. The rat-faced bastard had tried to worm his way into Bakugou's social life ever since he had gone back and continued school. The critter boy was persistent when he said that he wanted revenge over what Deku and his so-called 'lady friend' did to him, without mentioning the other two that died that day.

But Bakugou would be lying if he didn't say that he had tried.

Bakugou hadn't thought much of Nakama Shunji until tonight. After he successfully avoided making fuss with his already troubled mother, considering that he went to bed way past midnight, he went up to his room and instantly went for his bed.

He kept thinking about what had happened today.

What he had seen.

It's not worth telling anybody about the disturbing shit he saw earlier. Up to this moment he still could not quite put his finger on the amount of fucked up shit that's been going on under his nose. And he doubts that he can ever will.

Frustration filled him, mostly because of his annoyance to the lack of things he knew.

But then again… what can he do, otherwise?

His father dead, and he hated the funeral that came after. People are dropping like flies in a microwave, and yet he still believes that he can do something about it. And last but not least: his childhood friend. The boy, who Bakugou believed to be a coward, a weakling, and a good-for-nothing piece of shit who should know his place, turned out to be the one of the country's most wanted murderers.

That incident happening was like being ran over by a speeding truck, nobody knew what had hit them until it did. Bakugou never felt so betrayed, or in his case, deceived. How could a useless Deku like him hide his own true nature when he looks like such a pathetic wimp? Much less, kill eleven people?

Wait… if he was such a cold blooded killer… why did he reached out to Bakugou that day?

Bakugou bit his thumb. He thought deeply.

Deku was no doubt a villain, yes? He killed those two lowlife bullies and injured one, no?

Did he really killed them? No… was he even willing to kill them?

The clench on Bakugou's knuckles tightened, his hand turned white from anger. The blond felt curiosity filled his head, and it felt like he's going to die if he didn't get what he wanted to know. Honestly, he's not even sure he knew what he wanted to know.

For one, he wanted to know where the fuck Deku is right now.

That's why, after running errands with Nakama Shunji, they decided to meet up late at night to figure things out themselves. Well, it's practically Bakugou who had the most will to investigate, he doubts that Nakama Shunji wanted anything else other than revenge.

Bakugou glanced at the digital watch on the edge of the lamp table, which was showing the time 12:15.

It's late. He doubts that rat-faced bastard's going to come any sooner.

And that's when he heard something hitting his window.

Bakugou launched from his bed, his brows furrowing. When he stared at the window, he saw that there were stones that were thrown probably from his garden.

The boy is unsure whether or not he should be mad, or glad. Which is, again, rare for him to do so.

A hissing from outside can be heard, and the only things illegible from what it said was, "…hole! Wake… the fuck… up… you… asshole!"

Bakugou, not feeling like being messed around, stomped from his bed and opened the window.

"Shut the fuck up!" He spat. Yet, he's unsure where Shunji really is considering the lack of lighting on the streets below.

Shunji came out from the shadow. "Come down, will ya!? There's somethin' I need'cha to see!" The rat faced called to him softly.

Bakugou grit his teeth, he's ready to spout some harsh curses at Shunji to legitimately cover his whole insult schedule for the week. But then he turned back towards his bedroom door and remembered that his mother is home tonight.

Doubt ached his heart. Unsureness clouded his head. But he's determined in two things, vengeance and reassurance.

If he's going to do something about his life breaking down, this is it.

No turning back.

Bakugou immediately went away from his bedroom window after locking it shut. He changed his clothes to less conspicuous outfits to match the darkness of the night; a black hoodie jacket and a pair of jeans would suffice.

After checking the hallway for signs of his mother, he finds himself in the clear. But as he walked past his parent's bedroom, he saw the door cracking open a bit. He felt sickness rising from his stomach, and it made him practically running away from the sight he never hoped to see.

Once down, he puts on some shoes and carefully opening the door to get outside. He never thought of it before, but he never seemed to have informed his mother about his departure even when he's going to school. Tonight, he hoped that he can do that. Hoped.

He met Shunji after locking the front door with his spare key. "Took you long enough!" The rat boy said.

Bakugou only shot him a glare. "Next time, don't you fucking dare jump on to my fucking front yard!" He jabbed his finger sharply at Shunji's ribcage.

Shunji responded by rubbing the pained part of his chest with a disgusted look on his face.

"Don't fucking say anything else! Let's… just get it the fuck done!" Bakugou snapped, his voice fell when he realized he's not that far from his home. "Follow me." He commanded.

After a moment of walking under the streetlights, Shunji reached for his pocket and pulled out a phone.

Bakugou raised his eyebrow when Shunji began searching for something in what seemed to be a gallery of videos.

But the blond took the hint. "You got it on tape?!"

"Hell yeah I got in on tape!" Shunji said. His phone began playing a video.

The two of them can be seen under a streetlight, near the railroad that's separated from them by a short fence.

The video started after a while, and when it did it showed a view with factory standing in the middle of a grass field. The audio was at half, but the both of them can clearly hear pained screams and loud bangs.

Bakugou remembered every second he was there. He remembered when Shunji ran closer towards the abandoned factory despite the blonde himself was too hesitant to go closer.

The video showed that the camera bounced up and down, indicating that Shunji had ran with it in his hand. The next scene showed that Shunji had sneaked a peek from the front gate, and what came after was the proof that what had happened wasn't just a terrifying nightmare.

There was so much blood back then. Something else came to light and it caught both Shunji's and Bakugou's attention. There was a girl, blonde and short, but in the video she moved so fast that even the smartphone camera could not catch her as anything other than blurs.

There were times when the girl on the video slowed down, but that's only to pull out a knife from a big man's throat. The girl took on several men, more than twenty perhaps, with ease. Her moves were flawless, she knew where to kick and punch and stab without even looking the opponents behind her.

The video ended right in the middle of the fight. Probably because Shunji had thought that he had seen enough.

"I just checked the vid and I know fo sure that this… is the bitch we're lookin' for!" Shunji said. After that he didn't put his phone back to his pocket, instead he searched for another thing but this time he used a search engine. "And also this… this just came out this afternoon!"

Before Bakugou could say anything, he was showed an article that Shunji searched online. A picture popped up right under the big heading: "A WANTED MURDERER FOUND WASHED UP ON SHORE, DEAD"

A picture of Deku is under it. A picture of Deku.

Bakugou snatched Shunji's phone without his consent. Ignoring his angered rants, he began reading from top to bottom.

Unique words came out several times; dead, murderer, juvenile, investigation. It all seemed to be too fake, but nothing that came as close as a reason why can be found on the tip of his tongue. The article wasn't exactly the one he knew well, but when he looked in the results in the same search engine, there were a handful of different articles saying the same thing.

"Midoriya's dead." Shunji remarked, there was a seethe in his voice. "Body found dead cold, appearance match, but hey, at least they haven't done the DNA tests and all that bullshit."

Bakugou said nothing. The grip on Shunji's phone tightened and tightened until small sparks are emitting from his fingers.

"Hey, man. I know. It's not real. But can you not fuckin' break my phone before we can prove it?" Shunji told him, his rat-like face inching closer to his. "Yeah, I believe ya, Midoriya's far from being dead cold. But what'chu gonna do 'bout it?"

"I know what I fucking will do about it!" Bakugou barked.

"May I remind you that Little Miss Blonde here is, if not in our way, one step ahead of us?" Shunji waved his phone tauntingly. "That's a possibility, probs. But then again—"

Bakugou cuts him off with a furious punch on a nearby wall, which was a random garden wall on bordering someone's house. A small explosion erupted, and cracks were seen on where his fist landed.

"Fuuuuuck!" Bakugou cursed. "What the fuck is going on?! I don't know what to fucking do!"

Shunji said nothing, he only watched from a good distance as Bakugou continued his outbursts.

"What the fuck have you been keeping from me?!" Bakugou gritted his teeth like there is no tomorrow. There was a pause, realization filled him. "The girl… you said that she was with Deku?"

Shunji blinked. "Well… yeah… told you a couple of times but—"

"Was Deku in on it?"

"Eh?!" Shunji was clearly taken aback when Bakugou whirled around and took him by the collar.

"I know for one that Deku is the same fucking annoying piece of crap who will never… EVER pick a fight with someone!" Bakugou yelled. "Cut your bullshit and tell me the truth! I know you and your friends fucking went and beat his shit up but I want to hear the full story!"

Shunji, with horror in his eyes, raised both his hands in defense. "A'ight! A'ight! Just put me down you fucking dynamite!"

"Yeah, you better hope I put you down…" Bakugou snarled threateningly.

Shunji gulped, his lips stammered. "L-look! You know how it went down—"

"I want to hear it from your lips!" Bakugou barked demandingly.

"Agh! Stop! The bitch did it! It was that blondie!" Shunji confessed.

Bakugou blinked twice. With a quick throw, he launched the rat boy across the street. With a painful thud, Shunji rolled to his stomach and stopped. He lets out a painful groan and Bakugou stepped forward towards him.

"Woah!" Shunji said instantly, stopping Bakugou before coming even closer. "For the love of the all-loving god, fucking STOP!"

But Bakugou did not listened. "Deku didn't fought back… did he? Why? Why would a 'cold blooded killer' refuse to fight back? To hide his true self? Hah! He should've fucking finished you then!" Bakugou kept on talking to himself for several seconds. His eyeballs were shaking madly, and sweat began to profoundly trickle down his cheek. "Deku wasn't Quirkless… was he?"

"Yeah, ask that to the guy who got his eyeballs popped out…" Shunji muttered under his breath, but enough for Bakugou to catch.

Bakugou began walking around in circles. "Who the fuck was that girl, anyways? Did he strike a deal with this fucking woman, or something?"

"Dude, he's a fuckin' villain! And that's all there fuckin' is!" Shunji picked himself up. His feet were wobbly, but his attitude did not seem to change.

Bakugou shot a glare at him, and slapped him on the back of his head. "Meet me here tomorrow morning."

Shunji, while holding his head in pain, cocked his eyebrow. "What? And why in the fuck would I do that—?"

"We're going to find that bitch and you're going to help me!" Bakugou told him with a snarl.

Shunji's mouth was on a hinge, but there was a glint of interest in his beady eyes. He made no effort to decline him whatsoever. What he did do, however, was open and close his mouth like a fish out of water.

Bakugou left without another word, and that was the end of their brief conversation.

From now on, Bakugou will be straight with his decisions. He's not going to let emotions get in the way of what he wants. If he's going to do it, he'll do it, one way or another.

And he's going to find Deku.

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"This is a bad idea." Kurogiri chastised, but he doubted that his effort would get somewhere.

Tomura Shigaraki said nothing. He only tapped his fingers impatiently at the sight of a pink haired girl eating out of a food bowl. The smell of cooked, seasoned meat filled the entire bar as steam oozed from the bowl.

Unfortunately for tonight, there wasn't much leftover food for a special newcomer of the bar. But it seemed like Hatsume Mei did not mind even a little bit, if anything, she's seemed heavily in debt.

Kurogiri did not mind his food being chowed down like a fresh meat buffet in front of a pack of wolves. What he did mind, though, was the absolute hesitancy he has to trust a little girl he just met.

Sure, he sacrificed several hours to get her to safety. And sure, maybe the fact that she's a fugitive on a run is too suspicious to not be a mere coincidence. But that doesn't mean that the girl had what she promised. For all he knew, Hatsume Mei could just be bluffing and took advantage of their trusts.

Then again, not everyone knew the existence of Division C in the world. And by the looks of it, she's not planning to run away very soon.

If she was just a homeless girl who turned out to be a petty thief, Kurogiri's pretty sure that Tomura would not take that lightly.

"Oh, for fuck's…" Tomura began. "Just finish your food, already!"

Mei flinched, which made her drop her bowl. "Shawry-!" She said with her cheeks full.

Tomura made a low growl, patience was not his specialty. "There isn't an easier way to do this, is there?"

"I don't know." Kurogiri mumbled while filling his time cleaning mugs. "I'm not the one who's persistent on doing this by ourselves…"

Tomura lowered the contempt in voice. "Sensei knew better than to betray us like this—"

"You mean, betray you?"

"Don't patronize me!" Tomura snapped. "We can't risk this important information—which I'm sure that she has it—fall into that Bumble -bitch!"

Kurogiri knew what he meant, and frankly, he understood him. His Sensei had been a very caring man towards Tomura, and he knew that Sensei had been there ever since Tomura was a helpless child (not that he's any different, now).

"May I propose that we do not create conflict and distrust between us and Hachisuka Quinn? Considering Hachisuka's role as Sensei's new ringleader, I am much convinced that he and, many of our underlings, have rooted for her." Kurogiri reminded him, careful to not let Hatsume listen. He plans on giving the best thing Tomura needs right now: a right path to his success.

Kurogiri might not seemed the type to support someone who seemed to be much, much less professional than him, but giving up the life of being a villain is not an option for him. He needed to at least suggest the best ideas for Tomura to use whenever Sensei is not present to order the kid around. To be short, he's an advisor; consigliere if you must.

"I know what you're planning to do. You're trying to earn Sensei's trust back, aren't you?" Kurogiri asked.

Tomura said nothing, he only made a sour look under his grey bangs. "There's not much to earn, idiot… Sensei had replaced us, and to a girl no less!" Tomura paused for a while. "No, I am not trying to earn his cheap trust. I am going to make him see that it was a mistake trusting another person. His trust doesn't mean shit when you can just slap a handful of reality on his face! We don't need him, nor do we need Hachisuka's half assed army! I am going to show him… I am going to show him that I, not her, will succeed in taking down Division C!"

Honestly, Kurogiri wanted to laugh at how Tomura sounded like a jealous ex. He then leaned closer to Tomura's ear and whispered, "Not that I'm questioning your determination. But, don't you think that a classified information belonging to Japan's number one infamous secret service is now at the hands of a teenage girl is somewhat one inch away from being a total fraud?"

Tomura shifted his gaze. Then, he turned towards the girl whose sitting several table away from the counter.

"You! Girl!" Tomura called harshly. "Come here." He ordered.

Hatsume seemed hesitant for a second, but she did approached the bar counter not long after.

Now, face to face, Tomura scanned her up and down. "So?"

Hatsume gulped. She kept trying to get her eye contact somewhere else. "Well… I-I am very thankful… for… y-you know… the food. It tasted really good, even though I know that it's leftover… but I won't judge if your current expenses are—"

"Speak when you're spoken to." Tomura cuts her off. He then lend out a hand. "The information you promised?"

Hatsume blinked. Suddenly, she stammered madly as she searched every pockets in the clothing she wore. Her eyes widened when she seemed to have found something in her skirt pocket. She took out a small object with her thumb and index finger, and placed it in Tomura's palm.

Tomura seemed to be at loss at words. "What the hell is this?"

"It's a Universal Serial Bus flash drive. But people mostly call it USB for short. It's mainly used for transporting files and external documents to… computers..." Hatsume's voice drifted away once she made eye contact with Tomura's hateful glare. She began mumbling, "Right… speak when spoken too…"

Tomura cleared his throat. "How do I know that this isn't a piece of crap flash drive without anything worth more than twat in it?" Tomura asked. He quickly added, "You have ten seconds before I take a limb."

"Uhh…" Hatsume began to stutter. "I stole it from Division C's data banks. I didn't really have much time so I only hacked what I can get my hands on!"

After ten seconds of no limb taking, Hatsume took in deep breaths. "But… I think they're corrupted and we can't open it unless we find some way to clean the files…"

"Excuse me?" Tomura said nonchalantly. But there was a glint of murderous intent in his eyes. "Are you saying that this thing is as useful as crap?"

Hatsume subconsciously took a step back. "Yes… B-but if I have some more time I can think of a way to—"

"We've been scammed, Kurogiri." Tomura said to his accomplish, who said nothing the entire time. "I wonder if I should send the police the entire package or just her head."

"B-b-but I can prove it to you that there's something in there!" Hatsume quickly piped up, panic filled her voice. "If you'd just give me a computing system… any kind! And it will only warn your computer of an invading virus!"

Tomura stood up from his barstool, USB still in his hand. "I'm tired of games… if you're no use to me at this moment, then there's no hurt in disposing your corpse. I suggest you think of something before you get disintegrated, scum!"

Hatsume gasped and accidentally tripped herself backwards as Tomura took several strides towards her. His ominous presence is enough to make someone horribly terrified.

"Stop! Please! I-I-I-I just need a computing system! Anything!" Hatsume begged helplessly.

Tomura scowled at the pathetic pose the girl in front of him was showing. Kurogiri knew that there's nothing he can do to at least calm the villain down, probably because he wouldn't bother doing so since he himself felt a rather strong distrust towards the teenage girl.

Kurogiri also noticed how the girl chose to stand to her statement even in the face of death. Yes, when facing an angered Tomura Shigaraki is enough to be called an 'imminent perish'.

"I knew I shouldn't've trusted everything you said. No wonder you tried to trick me with a stupid USB that doesn't even do crap!" Tomura shouted in contempt. "You disgust me…"

"Tomura, be sensible. We should probably check her USB first and see if she's telling the truth, her position is cornered and she could not fight back even if she wanted to. Keeping her prisoner would be the most logical thing to do." Kurogiri suggested. Even when knowing how short-tempered Tomura can be, Kurogiri needed to do something to at least lead him to a more logical solution.

Which is a hard thing to do already considering how he had been the past couple days.

Hatsume has forced herself a smile. "B-b-but… we're on the same page here—!"

"You're an idiot for believing that…" Tomura glowered at her, disgust spattered across his face. Then he lifted the USB and was going to do what everyone else knew he was going to do.

Hatsume's face fell deeper than the Mariana Trench. "No… w-what are you doing with my USB?"

"I'm sick of games. And I'm sick of being played. If you believe that I'm going to give you just a shred of hope, you're dead fucking wrong!"

"N-no! Stop! DON'T DESTROY IT—!" Hatsume jumped forward, but it was too late.

Tomura gripped the USB in his knuckles, causing all five fingers to touch the USB at once. Dust fell from his hand, glittering sand that was once a small flash drive.

Something unexpected happened. As the dust is completely shaken off from Tomura's palm, Hatsume suddenly dropped to her knees. The girl slowly crawled towards Tomura's feet, and made a choking sound with her mouth.

"N-no…" She sobbed, real tears seemed to be running down her cheek. "M-my… m-m-my evidence… it's gone…"

If Kurogiri had a visible mouth, it would be agape with incredulity. He turned to Tomura and said, "You should've at least prove if there wasn't anything on that drive—"

"You stay out of this! I am done taking orders from you!" Tomura barked suddenly.

Kurogiri returned his scowl. "I am not ordering you. You are uttering nonsense, Tomura."

"I'm uttering nonsense?!" Tomura repeated in incredulity. "You never fucking listen to whatever the fuck I say! Look where it fucking got us, in case you haven't noticed!"

"That is only because my job is to make sure that you lead this group to a victory!" Kurogiri fought back, his body leaning on the bar counter. "In case you haven't noticed, we're on the losing side, here."

"MY SUPERIORITY IS NOT TO BE QUESTIONED!" Tomura shouted, jabbing a thumb at his chest. Realization seemed to have hit him, "You're just like him… YOU'RE JUST LIKE EVERYONE! You think that I'm not capable?! You think I'm just a discount villain?!"

Kurogiri never felt so right it his life. "No, you're the worst example of a villain there is…"

"You're going to take that back!" Tomura spat. "You! Hachisuka! And Sensei! You're all going to wish you have never doubted me in the first place!"

Kurogiri felt his blood boil. Hatsume kept hopelessly trying to scoop out the remaining dust off the ground. And Tomura scoffed at the sight of the two occupants of the pub.

Kurogiri knew his position amongst the Villain Alliance. When he first got to work under Sensei, he knew the risk and the responsibilities he has to face as a common underling. But he was young that day, and he was like all the villain there is: stupid confident.

There's something he realized, however, after many countless raids and massacre he did while working under Tomura Shigaraki. Nothing will change. It's all going to end up the same. He grew tired of Tomura's constant whining, and although Sensei is probably more sensible, he's not helping as well. If it wasn't for an alliance with both Aquila and Mister J, both Tomura and Kurogiri would keep ending up in dead ends when it comes to destroying All Might.

Up to this moment, Kurogiri still wonders; how can anyone be so blinded with hate and anger?

Tomura is an example. He never seemed to change, and honestly, Kurogiri was somewhat glad that Sensei decided to shift his trust to someone like Hachisuka Quinn, who had several years of experience working under Aquila if he remembered correctly.

But Tomura is like a child Sensei was trying so hard to grow. However, it ended up with Tomura not learning from his past mistakes. Sure, Kurogiri could say that Tomura grew to a deadlier, and more effective villain. But the temper this man has, is the reason Kurogiri defended Toga and Izuku's stay.

He wanted Tomura to at least learn. He blamed himself for getting too attached to the alliance, but the rest his life also depends on it.

Kurogiri felt something was off, terrible off.

KER-KA—BOOOOOOOM! Goes the interior of the pub. The entrance door reduced to shrapnel as a sudden explosion occurred.

All three of them felt the sudden shockwave the explosion caused. Luckily for the three of the occupants, the shrapnel only seemed to have scarred tiny portions of their skin.

Smoke filled the air, and from it came green light beams that was similar to an assault rifle's laser pointers. Not long after, one of these beams found Kurogiri's chest.

Kurogiri, acting on instinct, practically jumped towards to where both Tomura and Hatsume is. He activated his Quirk quickly, and made the trace of the three of them disappear.

By the time bullets began firing, the three of them had already warped out of sight.

A lone figure stood on of the destruction that was once a brick wall, his black Kevlar absorbed all the dim lights the pub has. He held an assault rifle, but his is bigger than the rest of his squad. He was also not wearing a gas mask, where the rest of his team had sickly green as their eyes.

The Captain strides towards the place in the middle of the pub, his foot stepping on the USB dust accidentally.

"Track them." The Captain commanded, his face now shown to be filled with scars and gnashes. "Kill the two if you must, but the girl goes back to HQ alive."

The rest said nothing as they all quickly followed his order, without saying anything else too.

The Captain noticed a dirty bowl on the ground. "What have you gotten yourself into, Hatsume Mei?"

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How long has it been? Four days were too short, so it can't be it.

Izuku lay spread eagled on his back on the cold marble floor, whether or not he's still alive is really certainly hard to make sure when seen from the outside. One reason is because Izuku cannot feel his heart any longer, not one pulse nor beat can be felt when he checked his neck and wrist and chest. It must have something to do with his Quirk, which was keeping him conscious.

Izuku tried thinking, but only blank thoughts can come out. He tried to speak several times, but he's not sure of what to say.

He had forgotten a lot of things, and the worst thing is that it made Izuku practically mad to try and remember back.

Izuku began rolling on the floor, covering most of the floor with sweat from his drenched clothes. With his head bowed down, began grabbing locks of his hair madly. He tightened the clenches on his grip, his teeth also grinded against one another.

This always happens, Izuku is not sure how but this headache seemed to be happening more constantly than he imagined. And when remembering his amnesia, he's beginning to be sure that his pain happens more often than he realized.

"AAAAARGH!" He hissed in pain, his nails began digging to the skin of his head.

The voice came, it was static. "Wake up…!"

"N-noo!"

The voice rang painfully in his head. "Can you hear me?"

"Stop it!" Izuku begged.

"Hey, can you hear me?!"

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Izuku's body shot upwards, both his ears covered by his hands. His face contorted as if he's undergoing torture, but to him, it's certainly was.

The ringing in his head went louder and louder, static can be heard faintly until it gradually got louder. The voice can't be heard anymore, only the painful scratches of fork on plate.

Izuku gasped as his body went limp. His head was hung down and he's back on his kneeling position. The sound stopped, but the voice returned.

"Someone woke… s-s-someone woke… woke up... on the wrong side of the bedbedbedbbbbed!"

The voice has always been like this. Static, loud, and sounded like a broken record. Izuku was bothered by the fact that at one point he could hear a voice of a little girl, until it gradually got terrifyingly deeper and louder or high pitched shrieks that could blow Izuku's head off.

"You… you… you… name?" The voice asked, it's in the form of a little girl.

Izuku said nothing, he only sweats madly with his mouth open.

"Ah! I… I see… I see!" The little girl's voice said, it sounded giddy. "Izuku…. Iiiiiiiiizuuuuuukuuuuuuu…."

Izuku was still speechless, this is the first time the voice engaged him in a conversation. If he could remember correctly, all he could hear from this voice was only static and illegible words.

Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Everything around him went dark, the walls and the floors alike. His hands felt like it's going to melt off as an unknown heat began enveloping his body. Not only did the room disappeared out of sight, his visions are only that of grey, black, and flashes of light.

"Izuku!" The voice repeated. "IzukuIzukuIzukuIzukuuuuu!" It's terrifying to listen.

He kept his ears tightly shut, he kept trying to make himself ignore it. He cannot fall to the voice so easily, he knew the risks and what would happen if he gave in. No matter what happens, he kept telling himself to not listen.

The voice paused. Izuku felt a brief moment of confusing silence. Then, a loud noise exploded out of nowhere. It wasn't the sound of an explosion, it's more like a shrill shriek that should never be listened by anyone. The volume was too loud, Izuku cannot handle the pain his ears are receiving.

"LISTEN TO ME IZUKUUUU!" Boomed the voice, so loud that it echoed inside Izuku's head. "IZUKU! DON'T IGNORE ME IZUKU! IZUKU! IZUKU! IZUKU! IZUKUUUUUUUU!"

Izuku still said nothing, he only groaned and hissed and sobbed in pain as the high pitched sound kept its volume. In his head, he begged for it to stop. He begged and begged but nobody answered, except for…

"STOP?" The voice said aloud with echoes following with. Right before Izuku knew it, laughter began surrounding him. These laughter are high pitched, horrible deep, and very loud. It's maddening. "HAHAHAHAHAAAAA! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! AAAAHAHAHAHAA—!"

"PLEASE—!" Izuku screamed beg. With all his might he tried to fight back, but only sobs came out. "S-stop it… please!"

Izuku heard ringing again, an unbearable sting filled his head afterwards. Instantly, Izuku screamed in agony, trying to match the ringing. But sadly, his screams are enveloped by the ringing. Everything is pitch black.

And right when he thought he was going to die, his eyes shot open, and bright light came to view.

He was breathing so heavily, in fear that air is going to be stolen from his lungs. His sweating is more profound, and all parts of his body seemed to be tremoring nonstop.

He realized something: he was tied on both his ankles and hands with a metal piece. Izuku instantly remembered where he was when a new voice came in.

"Testing complete… clearance of experiment room immediately…" Said the radio, which Izuku grew quite used to by now. He could only guess that whoever it was behind that large one way black mirror is the owner of the radio voice.

His eyes caught something else. Four people in full body white hazmat suits began walking into the room from a rectangular whole in the wall, two went over towards where Izuku was tied to, while the other two approached a different person.

A girl, not older than seven, was also locked to the metal chair. Her hair is strikingly black, her skin and face pale, her frail and thin body covered with a white dress, but what's most curious about her is presence. Why was she here? She looks so young, she couldn't have been here with the same reason Izuku was.

But then again, what does he know?

The two men that stood beside him took out a small box from wherever it is they were keeping it. A syringe was pulled out from the box, along with a small bottle.

Izuku had no power to move his muscles, he was all worn out.

When the metal entered his neck, he's already at the verge of falling unconscious.

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The chill air of the night filled Japan and its lands. But tonight, the air is going to be the chilliest.

Snow would be falling any minute now since it's been days since the start of winter. One could wish for a faster winter, because getting things done is easier when it's warm.

But for Hachisuka Quinn, she wished for the winter to go faster only for the sole reason to keep her bees alive. Without them, she's just isn't Quinn.

Fortunately for her, she can be a different queen. A queen that leads the savages, the bloodthirsty, and the dangerous, to her victory.

From on top of a hill, she looks down upon a boulevard. Her skirt and winter clothes blown by the cold air, but it did nothing to freeze the malicious smirk she has on her face.

Hachisuka lends out a hand to her side, causing footsteps to approach her from behind. A middle aged man in a black trench coat and black fedora hat handed her a binocular.

"Mmm… yes… there it is…" Hachisuka said to herself. From her view, the binocular was aimed at a certain house in the middle of the boulevard. "That's Yaoyorozu residence, alright."

Another footsteps approached her. "You think this is a good idea?" Toga asked her. "Mr. Yaoyorozu is one ties with Aquila in the black market. The Bird-beak wouldn't take it lightly if we raid his biggest supplier, All-For-One would be seen as a betrayer."

"Keep your knickers on, toots." Hachisuka told her, the smirk still not leaving her lips. "When we're done with all this, All-For-One wouldn't need Aquila anymore!"

"How many more of the battalion will come?" Said a new voice, a deep and raspy one. Hachisuka turned her gaze to the Hero Killer Stain, who added, "You dragged about ten random people here, not counting me and blondie, of course."

"It's just us." Hachisuka told him. "The rest is just people who does odd jobs. Since we're raiding one of the richest family in Japan, convincing the best of the best is not that hard! Isn't that right, Crowe?"

The black trench coat man, now named Crowe, only made a gruff reply. "I was assured to be paid dearly."

"American?" Stain said in a puzzled way. "Great, more mediocre people…"

Crowe made no reply, his expressions hidden by his hat.

Hachisuka whirled around and faced the rest of the crew she collected. She strides towards them with her chin in the air, again, a smirk is the only thing filling on her face.

She walked past the black fire man Dabi, the gas Quirked Mustard, the mad Moonfish, the lizard man Spinner, the cloner Twice, and magician clothed Mr. Compress. And along with them is four extra villains; a short haired punk girl in full leather, a sabretooth headed man with white fur, a large and bulky man with a muzzle on his face, and Crowe.

"We came this far." Hachisuka began as she reached the middle of the villainous group. "You're all here for a good cause, I tell you that. But I won't blame you if you want to turn back like a coward… well, what I meant to say was, I won't blame you if you find yourself six feet under a pile of my bees. Because retreating from making history is just unforgivable." Hachisuka paused before continuing. "All-For-One expects a victory, and we will give it to him. I suggest you ready all your asses, because there will be turning back."

"Are you finished?" Dabi piped in. "Good, let's just get this over with."

"Hold on there, Leroy Jenkins." The short haired girl said, there was a cigarette hanging in her mouth. "Before we rush in to battle, I suggest we come up with a plan. You have that, don't you Quinn?"

Hachisuka shot a look at her. "Phobia, was it? Yes, I do have a plan. And Toga here would be happy to lead the way."

Toga perked up. She glanced from Hachisuka, and then to Phobia. "Yeah, I'll lead the way, no problem."

Deep laughter was heard from the sabretooth man. "This little girl? You're joking! She looks like she couldn't even take the cookie jar without mommy's permission." His voice was gruff and very deep, even from the tone when he spoke there was ego showing.

"I have heard of Toga Himiko." Said the man in a muzzle and combed back hair. He crossed his beefy arms over his clean white suit. "Do not mistake the little girl as fragile, Fangtooth. Her reputation is beyond her, if I remember correctly." His voice was muffled from his muzzle, which was more like a mask rather than a muzzle.

"I don't believe even the slightest of that bullshit, Misteye." Fangtooth responded with a sneer. "Just look at that little bitch, eyeing eyes with her cat eyes."

Before Toga could do any damage, Crowe walked in. "It's almost time, ready yourselves."

Phobia's smile widened, she spits her cigarette and stretched. "Aww, yeah! I've been waiting for this all night long!"

Hachisuka smiled maliciously at her underlings. "Crowe, scout the area."

Crowe nodded. And from the shadow under his hat came the body of a bird, from there, Crowe's body was engulfed in black flying mass of squawking black crows. The black trench coat and black fedora disappeared when the crows flew off into the sky. From down below, Crowe looked like a speeding black cloud, ready to swoop down at any unsuspecting victims.

Once the crows were out of sight, the villains all stood by the edge of the cliff.

"Wait for my signal…" Hachisuka said, her eyes gleaming with impatience.

The Yaoyorozu's will never know what hit them.

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On the next chapter of "The Quirk Underworld"...

Stakes are high as Tomura and Kurogiri settle their positions and try to get away far enough from Divison C as possible. With the USB gone, how will Hatsume Mei finds a solution?

Raid on Yaoyorozu mansion. Hachisuka Quinn and Toga Himiko have prepared their all, but never did they realize the guardian the family had hired!

Secret bonus up next!

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