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He might call himself Teacher, Master, Boss, bearer of All-For-One what ever he wants now, but time had moved more then 100 years has passed as his childhood.
He had loathed children even when he had been one. Children were stupid waists of time.
He could not ignored the blinding pain. Unbearable even tying to recall way back to get form it.
Be helpless was alien.
He find it hard too thinking, but he recalled some wonderful things, like how it tasted of being FEARED. His Mother, and his Father feared him, as long he could recall. They were too afraid to say anything.
They would claim what he was a perfect heir. They turning their eyes away, as he pushing a small kitten under the water in the sink. Lotting it be more then half drown again, and again tell their weak pitiful soul would give.
He had alway liked when they just given up, and die.
The rush, and power to control over little pitiful lives. He was staving for more that feeling. As it did get boring so times.
Things were fuzzy in his head, with a headache hoping it would turning into numbness.
Not black blindness, or sleep. Just blind, pain, and being kneed low. Perhaps revenges? or just making sure he not able to walk that pain off soon.
Something had noting to with the real smoke. What was the heat? What had happened?
That crushing fist to his face had make his body stop working. The fight was over, or normally it should be.
The wave of more pain, and he could not hear to explain what was being be said now, if there there words any more.
Who was making wet bubbling coughing? Gaging? A death rattle as lungs were fulling more blood then air, it was not him. He wasn't breath at all.
So the hero coughing out his life. That should be a smoothing thought, but he him-self was dying.
Some one was panic yelling at the hero?" .....ALLLMTTT..stopyouarehurt....". it was hard to be sure what was being being said, for blood his ears.
His pain was playing games making time seem forever, when the realty it was a flash. Supper-Fast may sound dumb name, but it was a useful quirk to have, but some how it had not helped at the last.
His plan should had worded. What had gone so wrong?
All Might. Of curious the hero, but should not have even been lot alone exceeded.
He-him-self had known what he was doing. He had set a perfect trap.
He had know the risks of fighting a All Might, even if hero was starting to looking more a injured puppy. All-One wanted to more then kicking that 'puppie'!
Was it the easy mistake forgetting that not all yellow dog are Golden Retriever? Blame with those golden locks? All happy, love, friendly sunshine, but that was to simple lie to the Blondes nature at the core.
A white Doberman, with those prefect teeth, and clear blue eyes. All Might had always been a very foreign flavor. So exotic. Something hard to understand, or have.
For all the mile wide smile, kisses, and hugs. That yellow hair was a clever hide for brilliance, and trusting only a few.
It was hard recall that went so wrong with the fight? It had seemed the Master of All-For-One had won. He had been sure.
There had safe guards, but that had failed him.
That Hellbent gorgeous blonde had his own ideas! He had know that hero couldn't crush any life? and willing to dulling memories forever.
To him-self it be that easy. Had he the master of teachers teaching All Might to learn to kill. All-One won, but truly lost a fight? That was not the plan.
Going in shock, quirks or not.
No.
He could not lot that happen!
The Master of the All-For-One could not lot keep that hero take more ground. He would always know better then that wild child grown man would ever understand!
Victory over high moral 'I will not kill' was loosing a life, but Peace, All Might, was turning willing be The Grim Reaper it didn't matter whom he was called now?
Once that hero had been so young. How could anyone forget those bright blue eyes? He had seen those bright eyes so many times in life, his nightmares, and as well wild dreams.
That blonde could have a different name it didn't matter.
He had forgotten things. Would the nothingness better then pain? Were was he?
How long ago? It didn't seem that long.
The first years he learned to take away other's quirks was a high, knowing something arousing that young thrilled him.
Taking away a dogs tail was fun, but it didn't feel that some need. Making things form people, and watch them have to beg him back their own quirk. That was pleaser!
There once there some foolish young girl, his Father wanted to All-One, marry her some day. She was dull, time had forget her name along, but it didn't matter nothing was special about her.
Willing, so willing but so boring.
Taking her Quirk away should had hurt her more then it should, perhaps she had expected it would happen. She had not cried, but she had a stranger reaction, how she had weeped for a hamster?
It really shouldn't even count as killing the stupid golden thing, it had squished with a small wet crushed sound. More noting.
He would have felt disappointed at how easy it died, but She had fallen as if being shot, and covering her tear stained face.
There had not much blood, or guts as the small size of its body, and how fast the heat slippered way as if it had had ever lived in the first place.
"Oh poor dear, I will buy you a new one." his mother had offered, her to replace the weak pet, but no the girl was so wounded, by that simple act. It had only been a useless hamster.
That had been his best time with that girl.
A year, or so be for her death, she didn't beg or cry like that pet's death. Her death had not done him enjoyment, as he had wanted. Her life had not pleased him, so he didn't care.
Even before then the adults feared him, and wanted to help him. As if they know he was right, and his quirks power made him a GOD!
Hes parents did ask him to promise not take away his unless brothers life.
Of corse he would spar his brother's life. It was a joke! he had no plan to kill the weak fool.
It wasn't below him to kill the slow wit, but he wouldn't mind his brother's suffering. Forcing him a new quirk so the boy might take his life, wanting too ending the pain. Wanting to see his brother take his own life so bad!
Of course the boy didn't.
His brother was not that weak, or strong so it was easy shoving him around. Making him wear unwanted quirks the boy didn't want.....useless mostly quirks no one could use, if only a fool born with it would want.
Like wear a foller-grew quirk when the twit was allegoric spring-fever.
It was fun pulling them out again as the boy suffered, it wasn't like the boy could not getaway. Were could the boy go?
The weak brother grew to be a broken sad broken man unable to get free. Some how he had given away that one of his useless traits.
The brother seemed doomed more a shadow, he had not hardly talked. He had missed the change when the brother stopped talking .
The weak brother grew to be a broken sad broken man unable to get free. Some how he had given away that one of his useless traits.
Leaning then it was funny even laughing, of the thought of his sad brother forcing that unwanted quirk into some trusted fool to bear that nothing!
Some fool friend of his weak brother's thought to bear that quirk? It had seemed pointless risk.
For years he had not understand the danger. Truth it should not had been a danger, as he could just take it away. BUT he didn't know.
GOD GIVES, AND GOD TAKES AWAY! and he was a god in his right to do as he wished, but thinking back 'Oh yes..' he had fight 'that ONE' that once useless quirk, before he know what it truly was.
It didn't even had a name then, and it shouldn't matter, as it was so weak on it's own.
When he had know of the hero before when the beauties blondie's was not a yet treat.
Once only a pretty young boy with bright blue that would grew in hope, and a symbol of peace for thousands of twits not knowing the real gift.
How could he not know that little cutie thing turn so dangerous? He couldn't deny he needed that blondie only more when becoming a horrible weapon.
With had That face could hide murder no doubt. People wouldn't not mind to know.
Back then of the holder off the all the power at the time, he had want nothing more then to steal away a light in those bright eyes.
Offering a child power in-turn he could dirty a pure soul. All touchable golden silky hair, and more then not a blue bruise below one prefect blue eye or the other.
One quirk-less children are never a treat, more toys, something to play with, when he was bored.
He had misread that's child's righteous, and good manners, as more virginal. Brushing though a handful of soft hair as passing, and the boy's innocent politesse nod apologetic as if the one being in the way.
That thought had been wrong. He's believing the boy as a child, but that had been false. Not the way children are children. He had been MISLEAD! and there would be time.
Had the boy even been as shy as he had seemed?
Not yet a man, is not alway a child. Being a Master should had know the difference.
The boy's knowledge of what grown men's wants form pretty young blondies already. Knowing how the world works. Darning, but no fool, what was safe, and what was not wise to play with.
Knowing when it was safe too helping an elderly woman with a kitten in a tree, and that young fox in knowing when grew-mans eyes want more, it was time too slipping way.
No true quirk children living more like a cat at night, knowing how dangerous it is to be without a quirk. Some how the boy didn't seem to need quirk?
That young body could be a wonderful tool, and used. The posable were endless. A shame he had not put more time then.
Obesely having lived so long he know the boy was only living on his wits. Was he a Sewer flowers?, or a Wolf Child? it didn't matter. No real shielder in those days for kids streets.
Form what he could tell that one had be tacking care to himself for some time, so he had no real mother, most likely a basted as well.
A every good hard working youth, and good as walking dead. Quirk-less. Being quirkless could be worse the dying.
No way could that young basted fix a damn thing in this wicked world. So there were other ways to trap a fox, there was no rush.
His only fear was that boys die, or his fire might fade away before crewing back. He really wanted that golden boy pay dearly for power, just to help others.
All-for-one, after all a teacher in the way of the world. The way to brake the brights souls!
Sensei master way of the world.
No quirk-less child could change any thing, not Japan, and no way the whole world. It don't happen. Yet not one had told that one?
He had expect that fox come to him on it's own, but it didn't.
All-Foe-One had people on the street, it was hard to find that sunspot. As if it had known he was looking,
It was after a bombast on the upper the lower cost were he was told there might be a boy might match want he wanted
It was a poor area, some beach, and burned out hotels, shops, storage and were the governs didn't even have the money to repair the road though, best to avoid
but standing were he had seen the boy again
The summer day was high over a rioted. Playing with a pack other kids more the dozen in the ruins of a mall.
The boys game seeded fringe on a dance, keep-away were a tall thin teen with a bendy quirk trying to out dance the golden haired boy, or punch him.
Both things were failing.
The others brats had versed in ages form 6 or some to about 18 more males, then a few females to see others a big pig girl .They making a more or less a semis-circle mostly yelling like fan-girls for the yellow hair as if he a rock star.
There were yelling, and some boo-ings too, and The tall boy didn't want to pay up. Some thing about the other is a
".....Pansy' panties eating, dog would not know about a real man!!" Plainly the swore loser that get a rise on the other to fight. that also failed
the crowed were yelling back some of them about who was a man ,and who would do what, do who. They were yelling things that were so childish, offensive baiting no really things that made sound like fighting just teasing.
The winner seemed to having a hard keep a straight face at the silly yelling it was just a game.
"Okey, but redo has a twice bet." said a very wide dark kid with a fist of ratty looking yen. Hardly even count as money. A comic and a soda maybe?
"I will knock that cur crap eating grim off you ugly face." the bendie boy had hit the blondie in the face. It didn't even take him off his feet, but blood run form his nose only made him lough out loud.
Wipping it on his short sleeve. Showing how normal life had taught the boy people will hit him if they could.
The other boys cheered for sun-touched skin and gold hair to block the block off the thin bend quirker. He boy as shorter, and much younger, but the muscles on his forearms told a live of work.
Still the blonde was a good mood hummer about it. Here was no reason to fight the the other boy, and the waving off the with a joke.
The bendie boy at the end matching off fuming about a about the blondie being a slut and the like. more then 6 or 7 the boys went their way, picking up a few bags and things too go home.
and most of the fest a hour or so only the pig flowed the gold haired boy, like the puppy and nerves.
She was any ugly big thing mostly pink with ham like hands that had never fight for her life yet swearing that she would;
"Keep you safe form all the jerks like that..." there was a lot of noises of her sad life before she almost cry "I would pay for...... even just a little kiss?"
It had caught All-For-one off guard how simple innocentest the boy way to kiss the fat face girl, and leaving her blushing her every were. Plainly the pig loved having that kiss, as if had never been kissed in her life.
"The kiss is free, but your Mother would gets upset if you quirk-less friends lot alone boyfriend."
"She would punished me if she know ...." she looked around and want on "...But no one likes me, I am UGLY no one wants a fat oinked. ....and you are alway nice. I know what you are. Your the best kisser." she said rubbing her bitty black eyes.
" I like kissing people. I know better it's a bad habit." He said it with a soft pleasant smile.
" Please don't ever stop....... if it for you, No one would ever kiss me. They just would not understand." the sow was hardly a whiny sound
"It's time for you too go home." the boy had tugged a little on the pigs fat arm. The boy was too cute, and even a bit flirty get her moving along the grounds.
The setting summer sun made the blonde looking other worldly, angelic, youth, and something near fragile.
Walking, with hand, and hand with one off ugliest large pig, as if they was kinder-garden, and what she was don't matter at all.
The sow didn't have the nerve to grab the lovely boy, whom at lest 4 years younger. Her beady black eyes were wet. looking away, clumpy, and trying too look smaller. She wanted more then just few silly kisses, but she was a coward.
The pig was more 3 times the blonde, and strength, but feared that the boy might reject more then that. So she followed, and hide her tears.
All-For-One should had know then, the truth the boy would slip away if any one wanted too much. That already husky a big with a weak minded, seemed a pre-made trap.
He couldn't help, but smile. Children are so stupid.
Things had happened. More the half that pack of brats had die before winter .
Gang war, and villains, and for weak children were in the wrong place, or stolen.
Oddly very few of the brats hadn't seem to know were the boy had lived, or who he had lived with, some old woman? elderly man? a park?
That one eyed hag with wild cats in her plat? That stupid hag didn't even known a name for the boy who clean her place, she would forget ages or if they were blood or a child of a friend.
He had bored to send a thug to bring the yellow haired boy to him-self. That had been a waist of time, and that had ended with the burning the wrong house.
It was all ways too hard to find competent people.
His people had not been careful were to fighting, so the pack of brats had stared avoid that stretch or beach for some time.
The pig was one of few that was easy to find, and just as weak minded as he had thought. Sadly she would never work as blond bait.
For a few months. The assuming that the blonde had been one of he many dead unless little brats.
The sow would become of a strong tool to fighting the polices and thug work. She wasn't a complete waist.
Also easy to make cry, even thou her being a coward would turn on him, just as easy he could made to her suffer.
Perhaps she had held a foolish dream the golden boy would be a shining knight to save her life of pain, but really that absurd thought any hero would know to save a huge boar?
Lord and nearly a ton of muscles on top of her growing form make her looking male, funny how much she hated how she looked.
At the end the summer ended, and the pig was no use to find that boy.
Fall come, and tracking back to the fuji mont to were the was as good a start. He had better things to do the chancing after a quirk-less boys.
He know he had all the time to find one just like that golden haired one. Only to learn that one was still living.
Some were witter come, and some annoying good-doer, and his daughter friend what every they were, they had find that cute blonde basted boy.
That would be cat, and mouse game.
At that time it would seem fine lotting them give the child a false hope, that should be more delicious to hold him down, and prove whom the real master was,
The heroines had not been a real problem before, but that changed. For just middle aged black hair 2nd rate she-hero would do her best to keep that young-man safe off form All-For-ones hands.
Thought husband are her sons life would change her foolish idea, or perhaps she know the boy was worth price.
Nana was a mothers, and as incongruous as could come. Killing her should have broke that boy thousand times over.
Nana's slaughtered had hurt that that boy, but that boy had never been a child All-For-One had known. That pertly face could cry, but it was a weapon.
Nana's bitter old man was never that well known, and more trouble worth, with the blonde growing in to a hero a-lot harder to stop.
Some how they both slimed different ways. He had been trying to track the old bat, when the word form overseas. The golden boy had gone too The States.
All-For-One had been shocked, that would be that hero's don't come back form there. Not on their own. Sending a spy or killer two? new plots?
The world had plot agent him, to kill a god! with peace? Yes it didn't take the world to fall in love with that not so small basted.
,but how do you kill pease? He know he could not just slay a saint ..... it was to late for that. People were ready to believe in that blonde, or the thought.
The idea is hard thing to kill. Once believed, it is al most removed, or showed wrong.
The hero had come back to Japan stronger then ever.
How many times had he-him-self a god had to run from that hero? and every time that happened, that hero become more look as a god, and when you become a god people will follow.
He know to murder, take away true hope he would have to take every thing way, too truly rape peace would never rest, acutely ripping away at that prefect body was should be enough.
Even rape didn't seen enough why did All Might would not given in and lay in the pain?
He had teach the true meaning of rape as forcing his hand into in to that hard chest crushing ribs, and All-For-One had shoveled his whole hand into the chest. Grabbing a lung, and every thing near it dragging going outside along that way.
The ruined hero suit alone should show who had win! Who owed whom! He had reminded Nana's silly death, and he could not help be gout the dying hero, All Might had never look sexier then he could recall. Spiting out blood.
All-For-One wanted back that orgasm rush, he had plan of holding that heroes cold body for hours!
The hero could laugh ? Of course the hero was one of those odd ball that find pain tickles, even when they aren't ticklish at all. Something All-foe one had wished he had known before.
"All Might I had known you had a lot of guts, but........"
That had felt more cute pillow talk, before the hero had come down with a fist crashing his mind in to the blindness. That knee tween his legs was far then a good feeling.
All Might was killing him, and it hurt way too much to enjoy it.
The fear washed over him that sweet boy had become able too kill...........and he didn't want to be the one to die!
'No please, it hurt too much' there were not words coming out.
It was to late for that no one would here him or save him. He had plans, but this felt like death.
He would do it better next time? if he would recall.