We were circling the halls for what seemed like an eternity. Round and round, through shortcuts and rooms, until we finally made it to our destination. The room was a washed-out-purple tint, and the floor consisted of mixed green tiles. There were also windows, but they served virtually no purpose, considering we were underground.

The room was full of villains. I'd say there were around eleven villains, minimum.

"My name's Toga, and I was told to come here. Hiya."

"Long time no see, bird-man. Be warned, I'll never forgive you. So happy to be on the team!"

I looked to my right and saw Twice waving his fist around as he spoke. To my left was Toga. She seemed unbothered, but I could tell she didn't want to be here. All eyes turned to me after they both finished saying their names. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and began to speak.

"The name's Agony"

They should already know who I am, I've been the top story on every channel for weeks.

"Wonderful."

"The League Of Villains! Cool, let's brawl!" A large, muscular man spoke with excitement.

The man wore a white T-shirt and black, baggy pants—kept up with a brown belt. Dropping down to his black combat-boots, a light blue tunic was attached to his belt. Regarding support-gear, he was wearing a plague mask—similar to the one the 'bird-man' we had met about a week ago. As well as the mask, he had gloves on. The gloves were leather covered in metal over his knuckles and some parts of his wrists. His hair wasn't too interesting either. Long, brown hair that reached just below his shoulders.

"I'll kill you." Twice spoke.

"Yeah, no thanks." Toga replied shortly after.

"What about you, Agony? You killed All Might, right? You wanna take a crack at me? You could serve to be a worthy adversary." He spoke again, taking my silence as a 'maybe'.

"I see no benefit."

"Sorry about the whole Magna thing. It's unfortunate, I didn't want to kill him..." Overhaul explained.

"Her. I believe you mean her." I stole Twice's words before he could even open his mouth.

"Don't make that mistake again." Toga added, angerly.

"Anyway, this is no time to be holding grudges against each other. We're on the same team now. I want your help with my plan."

"Bastard, you tried to play it cool the first time we met, too, like you don't care about anything." Twice spoke angerly. "So, what are my orders?"

His bipolarity was mildly difficult to follow.

"Just follow my instructions like everyone else in the organization, but first thing's first. I want details of your quirks. It'll be easier to work together if I fully understand what you can do."

"I think I'll tell you about my powers when you need to know about them. Oh and just so we're clear, I still don't like you people."

Fuck, Toga. I need to get close to these sickos so I can find out more about the screams I heard. You're sabotaging me...

I had made a mental map in my mind—trying to understand where everything was—and I took note of where the screams seemed to be the loudest. The child's voice echoed throughout the whole of the Shie Hassaikai base, but in certain parts, it was clearer and more vibrant. The screams seemed to get louder the further away from the entrance we got. So in other words, the deeper we went in, the worse it got.

"So much for making a good impression. Don't underestimate the Yakuza!" A bird-like creature spoke angerly towards Toga, while her face demonstrated extreme-boredom.

The creature kinda reminded me of Shigga...

As Toga and Twice participated in a staring contest with the bird-creature, I felt the atmosphere growing more and more dangerous.

Without their trust, I'll never get more information about the child.

"I agree with Toga, we'll tell you when we feel like it. Won't get nothin' outta me, no way! My lips are sealed-"

"Twice, Toga." My voice cut through the atmosphere as I glared at them both. "Let's be nice, we are working for them at the moment, it's only fair that they know of our abilities."

My voice was childish, yet you could see the double-natured grin if you looked closely.

"Nuh-uh."

I sighed and looked back towards the other people in the room. They all wore board expressions.

"Sorry, my hands are tied."

"What is your quirk?"

"I can make doubles of anything. For this to work I need a precise image in my head. Yep, that means height, chest measurement, and shoe size if it's a person. You name it, I need it. Gotta have as much info as possible. Only then can I make one thing into two. The main difference between the doubles and the real thing is durability. They just kinda melt if they're knocked around too much. I can make doubles of up to two things at once. The damage the second object can take is even lower. Also, for personal reasons, I refuse to make copies of myself, got it?!"

Toga and I stared with awe-stricken expression at Twice as he explained every single detail about his quirk.

"Huh? What just happened?"

What the hell?

Toga and Twice went on bickering as I looked to the man whom had asked the question. He wore a black cape—covering his torso completely—along side some baggy pants that went just below the knees. His socks and white sneakers covered any remaining skin that would have shown otherwise. He, too, wore a plague mask, as well as pretty much everyone else in the room, accompanied by a bowler-cap.

Maybe that was his quirk. The user asks a question and the person being questioned has to give an accurate response, explaining all that they know regarding the topic at hand.

Interesting.

All those years I spent drowning without dying. The years I spent trying to go on when I was completely alone. All those years I spent suffering, right up until the day I lost it. The day I snapped.

I remember All Might's face, clear as day, as he told me to go 'figure it out on my own'. I was a nine year old boy. I was a child—in need—and he left me to go to his daughter's birthday.

He chose to leave a child—clearly in a bad situation—to go to some brat's birthday. He left a child, to die.

I watched him fly away, as I was dragged back into the alleyway I ran out of. Feeling my father's hand, gripping my shoulder, definitely leaving a bruise, made me realize how much trouble I'd be in for trying to escape. Escape his clutches. Escape him.

I don't know why he's always hated me. He seems to blame me for my mother leaving us. I know why she abandoned us. I knew he had been abusive like this since before I was even born, but once I was born, he seemed to hate my mother and I even more. I'll never understand the way his mind worked. What made him tick.

Why would you have a child, only to hurt and abuse them?

It's not rational.

Mom left when I was four, a few months after I had gotten my quirk. My father, at the time, was only verbally abusive to me, but when my mom left, he had no one else to lash out at, or blow off steam, or whatever. I suffered under his control, serving as his personal punching bag, for five years. Five, hell-filled years, and I was powerless to do anything.

That day, when All Might abandoned a defenseless child in need, I snapped.

I couldn't take it. I couldn't do this anymore. As my father threw my small form to the floor and began to kick me, I felt my sanity slip away. I activated my quirk and struck him with one-billion joules of electricity.

The equivalent of a lightning bolt.

My father fell to the floor unconscious, but for good measure, I struck him a second time. Then a third time. Then a fourth time. Again, and again, and again. I surpassed my past record of one-point-three-million joules out of anger. I didn't even turn into my whey-mode. I was so angry and scared, that my quirk evolved on the spot. I hear it happens.

I stood to my feet, stumbling and trembling as I watched my father with a grin. He was losing a lot of blood and his clothes had burn marks all over. I knelt down and put my small, shaking hand over his ulnar artery.

He was dead.

I began to laugh as I finally knew what this meant. I was free. Free from him. I ran around the house, looking for things I might need. I grabbed my dad's wallet, the money from the safe, clothes, food, and then I ran. I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I needed to run.

I was running for what felt like hours. My nine-year old legs could barely support my body. I slowed my pace and collapsed in exhaustion in an alleyway. Then, it all went dark.

"Kaminari, Todoroki, did you find anything out about my sister's agency?"

I was pulled out of my mind when I heard Yagi speaking. Todoroki and I had been walking to the base after we were gathering intel. I was following Yagi's sister, Izumi, around after school and when she was at her work studies.

That's when I found out she was interning with Night Eye. I followed her as she patrolled, but I didn't go past that.

As she had been patrolling, a little girl ran out of an alleyway. I felt my heart stop as she ran into Izumi. My brain went numb as she looked up at Izumi with tear-filled eyes, shaking with fear. Then I saw another man. I had heard his villain name was Overhaul. Yagi had told me.

Yagi had told me that in the Yakuza base, he had heard a child screaming, but he didn't know where from. He was trying to find the child, but the base was so complicated and surveilled, that he'd been having lots of trouble getting close to the child. He didn't even know what she looked like.

This girl was that child.

I just know it.

I watched as Overhaul took the child and dragged her back into the alleyway after making small talk with Izumi and Mirio, the other person patrolling with her. I watched in horror as once again, the heroes left a suffering child, to fend for themselves.

Grinding my teeth, I stopped following Izumi around. I was so pissed. As I regrouped with Todoroki and walked to the base, all I could think about was my past. My origin story. My reason for being what I am today.

A villain.

"I saw the child." He looked at me as I burned holes through his face. "She had grey-ish, light-blue, hair. Red eyes. Bandages everywhere." I ground my teeth as I said my next sentence. "Izumi stood there, and let the trembling child, shaking with fear, and asking for help, get taken away by Overhaul."

Yagi's face contorted in anger.

Izumi had her provisional hero license, so she could technically do something. Hell, she was on patrol at a work study with a third year. She should have done something. They should have done something.

She's the most selfish person I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

"You're sister is working at a hero agency with another student at U.A. His name is Mirio Togata, and he's a part of U.A's big three. Together, they are working for Sir Night Eye's agency."

So, Izumi wants to be a hero, yet she's this selfish. Too selfish to help anyone but herself, including a suffering child.

Like father like daughter, I guess.

I looked to Todoroki and nodded, using actions to ask him what he found out.

"Izumi told me that their agency was planning to attack the Shie Hassaikai base next week at 8am. Apparently Night Eye has taken a liking to Izumi, being All Might's daughter and all. He doesn't know about what she did to you so..."

Hmm... So, the heroes are going to attack the Yakuza... This could be a good opportunity to put my next goal into action. The next phase of my ascension.

"I had heard of Stain's death. I send my condolences."

I looked at the T.V screen with weary. It was odd for Mr. All For One to speak directly to me. Usually he would speak to Tomura, and if he had a message for me, then he'd tell Tomura what it was and to deliver it to me. So, this was unusual.

"I trust you know of Tomura's position as my successor?"

"I did."

"Then you must know of my quirk, and the creation of One For All, your father's quirk."

"Yes, I was aware of those things."

Where is this going?

"I've taken a liking to you, Young-Yagi." His voice was sincere. "Not only because you're my successor's 'little brother'..." He paused, letting out a soft laugh as he said 'little brother'.

He knew about that term we were using?

"But also because of your personality and motives. You have the potential to become one of the most feared liberators this society has ever seen."

"Thank you, sir..."

"If you had come along even a month before Tomura had, I think you would have become my successor."

I felt my heart stop.

He would have given me his quirk if he had found me first?

I don't even think I was born when Mr. All For One had found Tomura.

"You tend to think things through, unlike Tomura. You look at the full picture and have patience. You make proper plans, and they work. You would have been an amazing successor to inherit my power; however, I still love Tomura as my son."

I would have inherited All For One, if Tomura weren't in the picture.

"You would be my second choice for a successor, I just felt like I should mention how highly I think of you, especially during a time such as this one. You should be proud of yourself, not many can win my praise."

So, he was telling me this to make me feel better.

He achieved his goal, I am definitely feeling better; however, not for the reason he anticipated.

Sorry 'big brother', but I need All For One much more than you do, and...

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it.