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“Ah, Tokoyami. I beg your pardon for the means of transportation, but you are an invaluable pawn that Tomura desires to retain...thus, I shall go to any lengths to ensure he maintains his hold on you.” All For One elucidated.
“w-what..” Tokoyami wheezed, observing Fukuo materialise in All For One's embrace.
“My apologies, Fukuo. You understand I just wanted to keep you safe, yes?” He mused. Fukuo beamed, eagerly clutching at his mask. All For One emitted a faint chuckle, delicately restraining the boy's arms. Gradually, the rest of the league appeared around them, coughing and grumbling.
“master…” Shigaraki uttered, kneeling on the ground.
“It appears that you have once again faltered, Tomura. However, fret not, for you may persist in your endeavors for as long as you desire. I am undertaking all of this solely for your sake, after all.” All For One grinned, placing Fukuo in Magne's arms. “I have brought your brother, comrades, and the aforementioned piece along with you,” he added, making his way towards Shigaraki.
“Ah- you are here, aren’t you?” All For One suddenly asked, his countenance assuming an air of confidence before being forcefully propelled backwards by the sheer might of All Might's fists colliding against his palms. With an astonishing display of strength, All For One retaliated, propelling his adversary with an immense force that sent him hurtling into the very edifices that adorned the surroundings. The multitude of onlookers, caught in the wake of this clash, were involuntarily propelled backwards, their bewildered cries filling the air.
“Ah, you’ve gotten weaker All Might.” All For One declared, his wrist twisting with a calculated nonchalance.
“And what about you? What’s with the industrial mask you have on?” All Might chuckled, summoning the strength to rise from his kneeling position. “ Aren’t you overexerting yourself?” With a graceful hop upon a solitary foot, he continued, “ I won’t make the same mistakes as I did years ago, All For One!” Extending his hand forward, he clenched it into a resolute fist. All For One scoffed, boldly stepping closer.
“ I’m going to get Young Tokoyami back, and put you in prison!” All Might charged forward, his determination unwavering.
“ That’s a lot of things to do, All Might..” All For One remarked, rolling his shoulder back, causing his sleeve to expand as a surge of power coursed through him. All Might forcefully propelled himself forward, only to have his attack effortlessly repelled by All For One. As he witnessed All Might being propelled backwards, crashing through numerous buildings, he began enumerating the quirks that would form a formidable combination.
“ It would be best if you get away from here, Tomura, and take the child with you.” All For One advised, casting his glance down at Shigaraki.
“But—“ Shigiraki stammered, his question abruptly silenced by a dismissive wave of All For One's hand. Once Shigaraki fell into silence, he attempted to compel Kurogiri to create a portal behind the group. “Kurogiri, get everyone away from here.”
“Hey wait! He’s unconscious! I’m not sure what’s going on but if you can use warp, why can’t you get us away?” Magne interjected, clearly agitated.
“I’ve just got mine, Magne. On top of only being able to transport short distances, unlike his coordinate transport I can only bring people to me or away from me, and i can only send them away to someone I am very familiar with. So, I’m having Kurogiri do it..” All For One explained. With that due, Kurogiri conjured a colossal portal behind them.
“Force Quirk Activation!” All For One proudly declared, “Now, go.” he commanded.
“What about you?…” Shigaraki glanced back at All For One, hesitant to leave. However, before his question could be answered, All Might emerged from the smoke, lunging forward and striking All For One's half-destroyed structure with a powerful punch. “Keep your mind focused, Tomura, and retrieve the fragment,” All For one nodded.
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Midoriya cautiously peered through the meticulously crafted aperture in the wall, behind which the quintet sought refuge.
‘All For One is in the way.. so All Might can’t save Tokoyami..and Kacchan. The league is trying to escape in that opening with them both, and Tokoyami is surrounded, so he can’t run himself… both Tokoyami and All Might are in much trouble.. but.!’
“Iida, everyone! There’s a way, a way that won’t involve fighting but will let us leave this place, and still saving Tokoyami and Kacchan!” Midoriya explained, awaiting a queue to continue his plan.
”Kacchan?” Yaoyorozu inquired hesitantly, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Midoriya momentarily faltered, realizing that he had neglected to inform her about his childhood friend. While he had confided in some of his companions, she had not been privy to this knowledge.
Midoriya stammered, “They- the..the one in that villains arms. He..I know him- he’s..we just need to get him too, ok?!”
“Very well,” Todoroki concurred, casting a meaningful glance at Yaoyorozu that conveyed his intention to provide a more comprehensive explanation later on.
”So..the plan?” Iida asked, his voice tinged with worry and determination. Midoriya nodded, “Alright.. well, first we will propel ourselves with both my quirk and Iida’s recipro. Then, with Kirishima’s hardening, we will break through the wall! The second it opens up, I will need Todoroki to make a path of ice for us to slide on— one that will go as high as possible. Hopefully, the villains would not have noticed us yet… The villains have outmanoeuvred us until now, but now.. we will outmanoeuvre them by crossing the battlefield at a speed that they will be unable to reach! And with the Villains’ boss holding All Might back, that means All Might will do the same! Kirishima, you grab Tokoyami..and i’ll take Kacchan.”
With unwavering focus and a meticulous attention to detail, they flawlessly executed their intricately designed plan. Every move was executed with utmost precision, as if they were conducting a symphony of calculated movements. As they navigated through the nefarious horde, their movements were so fluid and effortless that it seemed as if they were gliding through the chaos. With a swift and graceful motion, they snatched Tokoyami and Fukuo from the clutches of the league.
Shigaraki's resounding cry of “FUKUO!” echoed through the air, resonating with urgency as he hastily traversed the treacherous ice path. Fukuo, in a state of distress, desperately called out for his elder sibling, his feeble attempts to strike Midoriya coupled with his struggle to break free from his captor's clutches. Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice quivering with emotion as he pleaded for salvation.
Shigaraki's fingers restlessly grazed his neck, his respiration laborious as he assumed a kneeling position on the earth's surface. The remaining members of the league futilely attempted to soar in pursuit, their endeavors proving fruitless. Shigaraki vehemently shook his head, a soft murmur escaping his lips, “no, no..Fukuo…no..” he whispered in solitude, tenderly embracing his arms.
Midoriya cast a hesitant glance over his shoulder, a pang of remorse coursing through his very being as he firmly held Fukuo in his embrace, unwilling to let go. “I’m sorry..” he murmured softly, his voice laced with sorrow, “but I need you back.”
Fukuo's tears flowed incessantly, his eyes burning with anguish as he beseeched and convulsed. He even choked on several occasions, his cries resonating with a raw intensity and agony. The rest of the adolescents were deeply affected by this display, their hearts melting with empathy, yet they remained silent, unable to utter a single word.
“I wan- ..I wan go home…” Fukuo stuttered , his voice faltering under the weight of his exhaustion, rendering him immobile amidst his anguished sobs.
“I’m taking you home..Kacchan.” Midoriya whispered, his voice laced with tears that cascaded down his visage like a sorrowful river.
”No..monster…” Fukuo murmured, his eyes surrendering to the embrace of slumber. Midoriya's body froze, quivering with an overwhelming surge of emotions. He vehemently shook his head, his form curling inward as he succumbed to inconsolable weeping. Iida gently took Fukuo into his embrace, cradling the fragile boy, while bearing witness to the shattering of their comrade's spirit.
With a sense of urgency, the group swiftly left behind the bustling city streets, embarking on a journey that would lead them to the heart of the law enforcement precinct. Their mission was clear - to ensure the safety of Fukuo and Tokoyami, and to deliver them to the authorities without delay. As they made their way through the outskirts of the urban landscape, the collective moved with purpose, their steps quick and determined. Each member of the group understood the gravity of the situation, aware that time was of the essence. The fate of Fukuo and Tokoyami hung in the balance, and it was their responsibility to ensure their protection.
As they neared the precinct, the atmosphere became charged with anticipation. The collective knew that their arrival would mark a turning point in the unfolding events. The law enforcement officers awaited their arrival, ready to take over the responsibility of ensuring Fukuo and Tokoyami's safety. The collective's duty was almost complete, and a sense of relief washed over them.
Finally, they reached the precinct, their swift journey almost coming to an end.
Midoriya's voice trembled as he uttered, “Hair dye..” The officer's inquiry about the boy in Iida's arms being Katsuki Bakugou was met with this unexpected revelation. Swiftly, the officer acknowledged Midoriya's words and delicately took the boy from Iida's embrace.
“He..he got use to the villains so he may be…he’s different.” Midoriya sighed, anxiously clutching his elbow. The officer nodded in understanding and escorted Fukuo inside.
“Would you kindly follow me? We have a few questions,” another officer requested, guiding Midoriya into the premises.
Inside the police station, Midoriya's heart raced as he followed the officer down a dimly lit corridor. The walls seemed to close in on him, amplifying his anxiety. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of inquiries awaited him. As they entered a small interrogation room, Midoriya's eyes darted around, taking in the sterile environment. The officer gestured for him to take a seat, and Midoriya complied, his hands trembling slightly. He couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped, surrounded by the weight of the situation.
“Hello Midoriya, please, sit. Interrogation began, 12:30.”
The man was none other than detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, who smiled lightly to Midoriya. “Tell me, Midoriya, how did you come to know about Bakugou's transformation?”
Midoriya took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “At the U.S.J. That’s when I first saw him..his hair wasn’t dyed so I easily noticed him. But he was in a wheelchair, happily sat next to Shigaraki,” he began, his words coming out in a rush. “They obviously did something to him..but I wasn’t completely sure of it so I didn’t- I didn’t know what to do..”
Tsukauchi lent forward, his gaze intensified. “What do you think they did?”
Midoriya hesitated, his mind flashing back for a moment. “I-I don’t know..amnesia? I…” he coughed, his throat swelling with saliva as he tried to speak. The officer scribbled notes on a pad, his expression growing more serious. “And how did you manage to rescue him?”
Midoriya's grip on his elbow tightened as he recounted the events. “Well..we didn’t fight the league. Todoroki made an ice path that me and Iida flew on with Kirishima. I grabbed Kacch— Bakugou whilst Kirishima took Tokoyami’s hand.”
The detective nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and curiosity. “Was there any injuries on Bakugou?”
Midoriya's gaze dropped to the floor, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not visibly..he, his legs…their limp.”
Tsukauchi’s expression softened, and he leaned back in his chair. “Thank you for complying..I get that what you did was difficult for you, and I appreciate your bravery— I think your mother is actually waiting outside for you.”
Midoriya looked up again, “Really?”
“mhm, you may leave now. Interrogation ended, 12:41 pm.”
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“Hey, hey it’s ok.. you—
In the depths of despair, Fukuo's anguished cries echoed through the air, desperately yearning to return to the solace of his home. “I wan go home! Lemme- le..” With each sob, he vehemently pushed away any officer who dared to approach him, determined to keep them at bay. Yet, despite his fervent efforts, none dared to draw near, until a solitary figure emerged from the shadows.
“Bakugou Katsuki?” the man inquired, his voice gentle and soothing. Fukuo shook his head vehemently, his voice trembling as he screamed, “Fukuo!” His feeble fists clenched tightly, a physical manifestation of his confusion and turmoil. The chaos within his heart rendered him incapable of comprehending the situation unfolding before him.
“Alright, alright..Fukuo. My name is Tsukauchi. Do you know who your parents are?” his voice still soft, attempting to calm the storm raging within Fukuo's soul. However, tranquility eluded him, for he could not find solace amidst the tempest.
“I wan Shiggy! I wan- m..brother!” Fukuo gasped, his body trembling as tears cascaded down his cheeks, leaving behind trails of sorrow. The weight of his emotions threatened to consume him entirely.
“Shigaraki is your brother?” was also asked, the man’s form kneeling before Fukuo. With a hesitant nod, Fukuo avoided making eye contact, tightly shutting his eyelids as fear gripped his very being.
Tsukauchi's eyebrow arched inquisitively as he finally locked eyes with Fukuo. The latter paused, deep in thought, before cautiously uttering, “All..One?” Fukuo had never been enlightened about the existence of his parents by Shigaraki, nor had he ever mustered the courage to inquire about them.
The man skilfully translated Fukuo's words, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. “Do you mean All For One?” Fukuo nodded in response, his uncertainty palpable. “Alright... what if I told you that your parents are here?” Tsukauchi proposed. Fukuo's brow furrowed as he scanned the multitude of officers surrounding him. “hm?” he mused aloud, his fingers anxiously entwined. With a hesitant hum, he pondered the possibility, his gaze darting around the room.
Tsukauchi's smile widened as he extended an offer, “Would you like to see them?” Fukuo's gaze shifted, his hand rubbing his tired eye as he slowly nodded. It was a small nod, filled with uncertainty.
Gradually, the door creaked open, revealing a scene of profound significance. The law enforcement officials, burdened by the weight of their duty, exited the room in a disorganized manner, leaving behind the detective and the young boy in a state of solitude. However, this solitude was short-lived, as two adults made their entrance. A woman with lustrous blonde locks and a man with a mane of chestnut brown hair stepped into the room.
In a voice filled with both anguish and tenderness, the woman uttered the name “Katsuki,” her eyes a deep shade of crimson, veins visibly tracing their way across the whites of her eyes. It was evident that tears had been streaming down her face for quite some time, a sentiment shared by the man who held a tissue to his mouth. As if lost in his own thoughts, the man whispered to himself, his words barely audible, while drawing closer to the woman who clung to his arm.
Fukuo gazed intently at the pair before him, his mind filled with a mixture of curiosity and hope. He pondered whether Shigaraki was aware of the safety and care provided by these individuals...they obviously cared for him, so they had to be his parents! The presence of the two began igniting a spark of excitement within Fukuo, causing a small smile to break through the tears that adorned his cheeks. As the two grown-ups succumbed to a cascade of tearful mirth, their laughter resonated with a profound sense of relief, harmonizing with their gradual approach towards Fukuo. In a tender gesture, Fukuo extended his arms, beckoning the adults to surrender themselves into his embrace. With tears streaming down their faces, they cradled his head, intermingling their smiles with whispers of solace and reassurance.