MHA: The Contractor

/here's the usual warning, expect problems with grammar, character personality, runaway sentences, overly detailed sentences, hard to understand sentences, plot holes, pacing and more, Anyways, I hope you like this chapter, and I hope to see you in the next, without further ado, enjoy, Toodles\

Rumi/Miriko

 Sighing, I let my legs hang out the window, my head set firmly on Mr. kidnapper's lap, his well-built thighs doing well as my pillow in this uncomfortable tight space.

 We had been driving for nearly three hours, and I was starting to grow extremely bored.

 Trying to fall asleep didn't help either, as the sun's obnoxious glare kept peering through, assaulting my eyes like it was its life mission to make me miserable; so that left me here, legs dangling and hands playing.

 Playing with?

 Anything; I messed with buttons on the dash, used the scroll wheel on the radio to cycle through what felt like hundreds of channels, hell, at some point I even found myself pawing at the peddles being used to control the vehicle's speed and breaks.

Mr. kidnapper subsequently held me in place with what I assumed to be his quirk.

 The green glow around me all but confirmed that.

 Now I was here, rabbit ears dangling off the man's lap and my legs kicked out the window enjoying the nice breeze the car made while it drove at ludicrous speeds; hell, I'd even say it could rival the speeds bird boy flew at, and that was saying something.

 Sighing again, I sat up, easily bypassing the green aura weighing down on my body, its form already diminishing from the lack of care on Mr. Kiddnapper's part.

 My thoughts stopped as I thought about something, and said thoughts eventually led to me speaking.

 "Rumi. Rumi Usagiyama," I said while pulling my legs from the window.

 There was a brief silence on the Kiddnapper's part, but he eventually responded in kind.

 "Izuku," there was another short pause before he continued, "Izuku Midoriya."

 And just like that, the obnoxious silence was back. I had been hoping introductions would be a more normal approach to starting some conversation, but it seemed my assumption on the topic was lacking, as the next hour was still filled with silence.

 An hour, thirty-two minutes, and twelve seconds later, 'yes, I was that bored' and the Now named Izuku sparked the first conversations since our names.

 "Question." He spoke with steadfast confidence, yet an inkling of hesitation could be heard, making me curious as to what he wanted.

 With a short pause on my side, I eventually shot back with my own one-word response, "Answer."

 He sighed like he was already regretting whatever he was about to say but continued nonetheless, "Were you really trying when I fought you the other night?"

 His question wasn't really what I was expecting, but I answered all the same, "Not really."

 The response was blunt and blank; sugarcoating things wasn't something I liked to do. Telling things as they were was how I preferred to do things; now was no exception.

 It didn't take long for him to throw another question at me, this one more interesting than the last.

 "On a scale of one to ten, how do you think I ranked on your list of opponents?"

 Watching the road in the distance dancing with heat, I thought about his query, as in all honesty, her life as a hero so far had been the most boring shit she's ever done; it was like she left one boring life for another life that was ever so slightly less boring, at least in her eyes; Ko would say otherwise.

 Moving back to the question, I thought back to the fight, or more specifically, the parts when he actually went on the offense, which now that I looked back on it, there has been only one instance of him doing so.

 After sorting through the fight and cherry-picking a few moments to compare to the multitude of other fights I had been in, I had come up with an answer.

 Continuing to look down the road, I answered, "Seven out of ten; you were good, but that's comparing you to a plethora of drug dealers and human traffickers. So I suppose that doesn't really say much."

 At my response, Izuku seemed to start debating something in his head, but the debate looked to only last a few seconds before he snapped back, this time with a question that would send excited tingles down my spine.

 "Would you be willing to train me?"

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Nezu/Nezu

 The principle of UA was nothing more than a title; it wasn't the title that made Nezu, and it wasn't the title that made the hidden masses terrified of him, no, that was left up to him and his ability to turn one's life into a hell they'd wish was actually hell, as it was rumored that even the devil himself looked up to the rodent/bear/dog thing.

 And that couldn't be more accurate than now, as the principal was once again playing with lives far outside of his view, or more specifically, in the outskirts of Yamanashi, an entire prefecture away.

 Clicking on a link, I grinned when a multitude of folders revealed themselves, each neatly labeled with names; specifically, the names of my staff.

 With the same blank face as before, I quickly wiped the files, names of each included; I may have disdain for most of the human race for what they've done in the past, but that doesn't mean I didn't care about my pups and my staff.

 My grin turned sinister as I watched a live video feed of a plain-looking house, its form slowly being engulfed with flame; the people inside burning up with it.

 Shutting the laptop, I sighed, satisfied with my work; it didn't matter how far or how deep you hid, nothing was out of reach from my fuzzy paws, 'Lives included.'

 Getting up from my chair, I jumped down and made my way over to the office door, and almost like magic, the door opened on its own, letting the small principal out so that he could attend the latest staff meeting; called by none other than his most lazy pup.

 It was most interesting, to say the least, as him calling a meeting was like staring at the sun for too long and then being surprised that your eyesight had burned up.

 Walking down the winding halls, I occasionally waved and greeted the many pups littering my school, each bearing an amazed smile when they saw me, something I'd always enjoyed seeing.

 Eventually, I made it to the conference room, and just like last time, the door opened on its own, with no quirked strings attached.

 "Evening Kayama," I said while passing her.

 She grinned, "Evening Director," she returned.

 The rest were preoccupied with talking to each other; Vald was talking to Snipe, Mic was chatting with Cementoss, and Aizawa was discussing something with Ectoplasm.

 I was sure that some of them had noticed me right away given how they toned down what they were talking about, but I paid that no mind and continued to my respective seat, somewhat eager to see what Aizawa had called a meeting for.

 After a few moments of Idle chatter, the person in question clapped his hand, gathering the attention of everyone present, including mine.

 After everyone settled down, Aizawa spoke, his usual lazy and uninterested voice instead replaced with well-concealed anger; something I was the only one to pick up on.

 "Alright, I'm sure you all have your questions, but I need you to be quiet while I explain the situation I've gotten us into."

 If him calling this meeting didn't send it home enough, the 'Situation' part, certainly drove it out of the park on whatever this meeting was for.

 After an almost unionized nod from the room, he continued, "Recently, on my way to one of my patrol areas, I happened to come across a disturbing case, something I felt the need to tell you about before you meet."

 'Meet hm.. so this situation isn't about an actual crime, but a person.' My mind was in overdrive cracking down on this situation until it was nothing but a pile of dust, 'It's about a pup.'

 And my theory was dead on as Aizawa continued.

"I found a kid, roughly around eighteen years old or about to be," he then gestured to the empty seats at the end of the table before continuing, an uneasy picture slowly forming in the heads of the rest while he continued, "And as you can see by the absence of Chiyo and Inui, she was far from okay."

 Many of the teachers began to digest the words and subsequent absence of their coworkers, slowly but surely painting their own picture of what might have happened to this pup, myself included; however, I only built a few pieces instead of an entire picture, as I wanted to cling to my good mood like it was a lifeline. That was cut short when Aizawa continued.

 "I found her with multiple wounds to the head, most likely done with a bat, same goes with the rest of her body, though her head suffered the most blows," I can hear the raw rage welling up in Aizawa's voice, and I could feel the anger rising within the rest; I was no exception to this, but mine was far more controlled.

 Tuning down everything else, I pulled out a laptop that sat under the table and opened it; from there I began to dig and rip apart every little aspect of Aizawa's recent activity until I quickly found where this happened.

 Last night his patrol was cut short due to unexpected circumstances, likely the pup he was talking about now; looking at the country's map, I took a look at the secret tracker I had placed on the teacher ages ago.

 Following it, I found where he found the pup, and instantly started hacking every camera and database around, soon getting access to all the security footage within a three-mile radius; it wasn't long before I potted a young pup being dragged by the arm, a man pulling her through ally's with a bat in hand, and a women trailing behind her stare blank like she wasn't even there.

 What came next was obvious, and angering, but moving past that part, he started watching the couple after the event transpire while simultaneously hacking the cameras the couple were moving toward or past, until eventually finding them presently, both checked into a hotel not far from the crime.

 Doing a bit more digging, I found their names and what I'd assume was now their abandoned home, subsequently finding the name of the young pup. 

 "Himiko Toga."

 "Himiko Toga."

 Everyone turned to me when I spoke alongside Aizawa.

 They all looked at me, waiting for more info, but I glanced at Aizawa before doing so, making sure the man was ok with me taking over; the man in question couldn't care less, and if anything, he was the one itching the most for more info.

 Seeing as he didn't care, I continued, "Himiko Toga, Seventeen about to be Eighteen, lives on Alt road apartment building E, apartment number six-six-seven; she lives with her mother and father, with the father having multiple charges for battery and the mother having random bouts of severe amnesia. Her quirk has yet to be filled but by the looks of the cameras, past photos, and statements made by her parents, she most likely has an emitter quirk that has something to do with blood; past conversations with the parents find this evidence valid."

 Giving a short pause to let the teachers mule it over, I soon picked up the conversation again. 

 "The culprits," I could see the angry gleam in their eyes, Aizawa's especially, "Her father Neto Toga."

 "Where!?" Aizawa nearly roared.

 I wasn't going to deny him so I spoke, "Lokis Garden, about a block away from where you found her, their room number is 91, both should be there currently so call for some police when you get there."

 I didn't get to say much as both him and surprisingly Midnight stood and immediately left the room, leaving me with the almost as equally angered teachers.

 Looking back down at the laptop, I kept the tabs open but sent the video footage to my main computer via E-mail, after which, I shut the thing and put it back under the table, leaving me to deal with the rest of the staff.

 It may look like they were all calm, but I wasn't a fool, I could see the rage behind their eyes; because of this I spoke, "Today's classes will be canceled, send the students home and go do something to blow off some steam."

 It didn't need to be said twice as Present Mic, Vald King, Cementoss, and Ectoplasm got up from their seats and almost calmly walked to the door, with Vlad growling in anger on the way out, probably thinking back to his days in the orphanage.

 I wasn't an exception to the leaving part, but my destination was set, and I walked the halls for a minute before coming up on the nurse's office, the green light above it telling me it was okay to go in.

 Entering, I found the room empty, with only the sound of a heart rate monitor rhythmically beeping to show there was some semblance of life.

 Walking further in, I found the young pup bandaged and unconscious, her small form covered by blankets.

 The father was already screwed enough, but now this just sealed his fate; it was safe to say he wouldn't be leaving his holding cell alive.

 Growling I got up and sat by the window looking down on the ackers of property that UA owned.

 After sitting there for a while, I was eventually joined by Chiyo, her gloved hands gripping her cane with controlled rage, a running theme today.

 "She seam's ok for the most part, but she'll probably have some trouble remembering things when she wakes up and she'll probably need heavy counseling as well," She said her rage controlled enough to not let it slip in with her words.

 In a rare instance, I let my control slip and asked Chiyo a question, "Why don't we kill them? The vile people I mean."

 She did nothing but sigh, leaving me with the question that I eventually filed away in my memory of similarly asked questions, each asked to different people.

 So far, Null's answer was the closest he could get to an answer.

 Speaking of him, a familiar voice made itself known in the hall, another familiar voice soon following up; they were bickering about something, an injury perhaps? 

 That Idea was dashed when he heard the voices pass the room, likely headed to my office.

Chiyo had ignored the new voices in favor of doing another checkup on the pup.

 Jumping down from where I sat, I made my way back over to the door before leaving quietly, my new destination set.

"Maybe he could take care of my newer problem," I wondered.

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All for One 

I couldn't help but grin while looking at a tube, a grotesque and foul looking beast lurking inside, its brain exposed and its eyes bulging with nothing but two dots to signify that they were indeed eyes.

 "You've outdone yourself Doctor, truly splendid."

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 Overhaul/Chisaki 

 Looking down, I sighed; the aptly named Null had pulled his services back for the time being, probably to heal from that devastating kick he got from the rabbit hero.

 This didn't really fuck with his plans, but it did put a damp on his mood, as now he would have to do even more work than what he was already stuck with.

 I was going to continue trying to get into contact with the guy, but for the time being it was probably going to be just him, Eri, and the remaining members he pulled from across the city; losing ground to rival gangs wasn't a problem at the moment and he needed all the help he could get, besides, that ground can always be recovered.

 My thoughts were interrupted by a light glow coming from the girl sleeping on my lap, her pale hair floating while her horn glared.

 Sighing, I took off a glove and gently placed it on the weeping girl, a bad dream having stirred her awake.

 "Shuu.... its ok I'm here Eri, there's nothing to be afraid of."

 With each second, I could feel my cells undoing themselves, but I kept soothing her anyway; I could use my quirk to rebuild her, but I knew from experience that it felt like lava boiling you from the inside, so I preferred to keep it as a last resort, something I only had to use when there were absolutely no other options.

 Eventually, she quieted, falling back into the slumber she was in once before.

 Sighing again, I pulled my hand away and put the glove back on.

 "Crises averted I suppose."

 Rubbing circles on the girl's back to hopefully ward off some bad dreams, I continued with the ludicrous amount of paperwork, cursing the old man for leaving me to deal with it.

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Shigaraki/Tenko

  This was so fucking annoying, first he had to do his daylily mission for sensei, and now that he was free, he receive the news that his party invite had been auto-declined.

 He knew why of course; that last blow probably left him with some serious wounds that needed time to heal, but it was just so frustrating.

 The gaming console in his hands crumbled to dust in his anger.

 "Kurogiri!" 

 There wasn't even a second in between before a voice responded

 "Already on it young master."

 I scoffed, "I don't want another console, that can wait till later; Call for Giran."

 The misty man looked a bit surprised, but obliged anyway, "Very well young master."

 He was going to get his new party member one way or another, even if that required him to do some extra side quest for it.