My face felt cold in the frosty embrace of the rain. I couldn't contain my tears as I stared at the casket that sat in a hole, six feet deep in the ground. Izuku's alive. My baby is alive, and he just killed my husband.

It's been five weeks since my husband's gruesome death, I could barely grasp the fact that he was dead. That he was dismembered and decapitated on live television for the world to see, and that it was my own son—thought to be dead—that had ended Toshinori's life.

I stood in front of his grave, alongside my husband's work associates, some students, friends, and family members still with us, with three roses in hand. I felt as if my world were slowly crumbling—wilting—as a rose without water or sunlight.

This was my fault.

Izuku is only like this because of what I had done to him. If I could go back in time, I would fix everything. I would have treated him as I did Izumi. I would have told him I loved him. I would have payed attention to him. I would have helped him, rather than let him suffer alone, silently, until the day he ran away.

It's too late now.

He killed his father, my husband, and now he has to be held accountable for that act of violence. No matter his past, and our faults, nothing will change the fact that he has hurt a lot of people, and he will have to be taken down. I will take him down, and afterwards, I will resign from my position as a hero.

I don't deserve to be a hero, but I have to avenge my late-husband now.

I'm sorry Izuku.

I stood, staring from a far in the rain. I had heard that today was the day of the funeral, and I felt that I owed it to my father to pay my respects. Despite our past. Well, that's what I've been telling myself. The real reason is because I wanted to see the looks of absolute despair on the faces of those that attended.

It was magnificent.

The tear stained cheeks, the red, puffy eyes, the anger and sadness, evident on their faces. They looked exactly how I did for years.

I struggled to contain my laughter, but I knew if I had laughed, the heroes would have noticed me. I honestly wouldn't have minded killing a bunch of my dad's friends and comrades; however, I wasn't really in the mood.

Somedays I feel more murderous than others. Somedays, I'm more laidback and bored than others. I don't mind killing heroes and all, but I'm feeling more bored today, and it would just be tedious. Besides, this is no place to have a battle anyway. I know the heroes probably wouldn't see anything wrong with battling in a cemetery, but I think it would be disrespectful.

I got bored as soon as Izumi began to speak, spitting out lies of our father being 'the most caring and loving person she'd ever met' and whatnot. Those aren't exactly the words I'd use to describe him, though.

I activated Ghost and turned myself invisible, before quickly flying away. I had to get back to the Shie Hassaikai base before anyone noticed my absence.

I still have stuff to do.

Walking through the base as quietly as I possibly could be, I snuck around, looking for the child. Kaminari had told me yesterday that Overhaul had called her Eri.

Eri.

What a beautiful name...

I began to hear her screams again, only making it easier to find the source of the noise, and the girl's location. I had been actively trying to locate her room for around two weeks now. It's not exactly easy though. The screams are brief, and when they do occur, I'm usually too late to trace the source.

I ran through the halls, as I felt the sound getting louder and louder every second.

I must be getting close.

I continued running, when I realized the sound began to get quieter. Looking behind me, I ran through the way I came. Then, I came to a door.

This is it.

This is the door the girl is in.

Making a mental map of the door and it's location, I went back to my room to plot.

First things first, I need to gain Overhaul's trust. I need him to trust me, then I need him to tell me what purpose the girl serves. If she's here, then she must have some sort of significance. With any luck, I can get close to the girl. Make her trust me, and then I can liberate her from Overhaul's purpose.

As well as the girl, with Overhaul's trust, I can plant seeds of doubt in his mind about Shigaraki. I could kill him—I think I'd win—but then All For One would probably find out and kill me, so I need a cover. An alibi, if you will. Overhaul's account could be that alibi. Of course, if he told All For One or the rest of the League that I had told him to kill Shigaraki, then I'd be done for.

I'll just have to kill Overhaul directly after.

I'm sure I could take Overhaul with Ghost, Shock Absorption, and Energy Whip.

I could even say that once I had realized Shigaraki was dead, I decided to avenge him by murdering his killer.

With any luck, I can even use the Heroes' upcoming raid as a cover. Through all the confusion, I'm sure that this could work. As long as I can deceive Tomura as well. Whoever dies, it will benefit my cause either way.

Pacing around my room, I tried to think of what I could tell them both. I could say something along the lines of 'Overhaul has plans to kill you and take the League for himself' to Tomura, and 'Shigaraki wants to kill you to take over the Yakuza' to Overhaul.

That's tacky.

But it's the only plan I've got right now.

Maybe something better will come to mind as I get closer to the day.

The day when I'll need to put my plan into affect.

I was deep in thought when I realized something.

The screaming stopped.

I activated Ghost and started walking to the door from before. As I got closer, I began to hear soft sobs, echoing through the halls as I walked. Then, I arrived at the door.

The door was similar to every other door, nothing out of the ordinary. It blended in. My hand reached for the door knob, when I stopped myself. I heard voices.

Overhaul.

I strained to eavesdrop behind the door, but they were speaking quietly. I phased through the door—remaining invisible—and took in the sight before me.

There was blood everywhere. The girl, Eri, was sobbing on a table with bandages covering her arms and legs. Overhaul was talking with Chronostasis, while I stood in the middle of the room, holding my breathe and keeping Ghost activated.

"How close are you to finishing the bullets?"

Bullets?

"They should be done in a few days, they're still being put through the testing phase; however, perhaps you should release the beta project now."

I decided to quietly walk forwards, to get a better view of what their eyes had been fixated on. Peering over their shoulders, I saw red bullets. They were more like capsules with needles.

Those must be the bullets they had been talking about.

"With this, we can make the world normal again. We can finally get rid of quirks."

What?

They can get rid of quirks?

With this?

...

I have an idea.

I started making my way out of the room as I thought my new plan through. If this works, it will change everything.

First I need to get close to Overhaul, and I need to do it fast. I still don't know what the deal is with that girl, but I have an idea to save her and get what I want.

This will be interesting.

It's been two days since I first saw the girl, Eri. I've been really sucking up to Overhaul since. Little by little he's been telling me bits and pieces of his master plan. I know his motivations and aspirations, and what his goal is.

To rid the world of quirks.

That seems like a wonderful idea. I just want to rid the world of heroes, but I hadn't even thought about what would happen next. What if the public isn't as grateful as I had originally thought they'd be. What if they fight back? Maybe Chisaki is on to something there.

I found out that their plan relied solely on the girl, Eri. Since we had been working for him for over two weeks, he thought it would be in our best interest to know of his plans. That girl, Eri, has the power to rewind things. Rewind a person with a bullet wound to before they were shot. Rewind an animal to a time when they were never born.

That girl is powerful.

Chisaki has been using her blood to create a bullet, capable of rewinding the human species to a time before quirks had started to appear. To a time when people were normal.

Normal.

I've always hated that word.

Who makes the decision of what's normal and what's not. Normal is a word with no meaning. A word with no purpose other than to pressure people into fitting a metaphorical mold. A mold that strips people of their originality and personality. A mold that ostracizes and discriminates those that chose to stray from society's definition of 'normal'. Normal is a despicable term. It's a crude way of thinking.

I haven't informed Chisaki—or anyone else for that matter—about the heroes' raid in four days, yet. For my plan to work, I need them to be kept in the dark for as long as possible. At least until the first few phases have taken affect.

I find it absolutely disgusting that these barbaric monsters would carve-up a child and use her in such a cruel way. I'm going to get this girl away from this abuse.

I was walking through the halls of the base, looking for Chisaki. I think we've become friendly-ish recently. I don't see him as a friend, but it would be perfect if he did. Now's the time to put my next phase of the plan into action. Phase three.

Phase one : Gain his trust.

In order to gain access to information and the ability to twist his trust in the League—specifically Tomura—I needed his trust. When you trust someone, it makes it a lot easier to be deceived and miss the full-picture. I needed his trust.

Phase two : Gain information.

With Chisaki's trust, I could get information about the girl and his plans. After hearing him say he now had the means to revert human-kind to 'normal', I got interested. Now that I know his plans, and what those bullets are capable of, I have refined my plan, to make it work better than I could have ever imagined. I needed information about what we were actually dealing with.

Phase three : The lies.

I need Chisaki to think Tomura is out to get him, and I need Tomura to think Chisaki is going to kill him. With them both, secretly plotting each other's murders because of my lies, I'd have the opportunity I need to save Eri, and to get rid of Tomura. As they say, killing two birds with one stone. With Chisaki's trust, I can start feeding him lies, playing on his fears of something going wrong. I could manipulate him into believing my words, if he already has a secret paranoia in the back of his mind.

Tomura would believe me, because I'm his 'dearest little brother'. I already have an influence on his perception of reality. As just an added bonus, he's been wary of the Yakuza before we had even been sent to work with Chisaki, so he's already got paranoia and doubts related to the Yakuza.

Phase three is the act of deceiving them both into the thinking the other is out to get them.

That's the plan right now.

I walked towards Chisaki's office, ready to start my persuasion. Knocking on the door, I heard his voice—full of annoyance—telling me to come in. I opened the door and told him I had some important information.

"What is it?"

"I know you might not believe me, me being a member of the League, but Tomura-... Shigaraki told me he has plans to kill you."

"...And how does he plan to do that?"

"He said in four days, he planned on sending Nomu here and killing you when you've been isolated."

"I should have known he'd pull something so under handed, I knew something was off about him since the start... Are the other members of the League a part of this or is it just Shigaraki?"

"I think it's just Shigaraki. He only told me about it because I'm his 'little brother'."

"Thank you for telling me. You have been so obedient and trustworthy from the start. I knew I could rely on you." He praised me "Now I have to move everything to another base..."

"Or... You do seem really strong, and you do have a larger army..."

He eyed me as I stalked over to him, speaking slowly.

"Why don't you just..."

I got closer, until my face was mere inches from his.

"Kill him first..."