"Dad!"

"Dad... Oh right, your son mentioned you had a daughter as well... What was her name again? Oh yes, Izumi." Mr. All for One smirked.

"Don't speak of my daughter you filthy monster!"

"I had been told of what you and your pitiful family had done to your son all those years ago, and I'm surprised. Nana Shimura must have chosen wrong if she thought you would use your power for good."

"Shut up!"

I watched as my dad retracted his fist and prepared to punch Mr. All For One; however, that's what Mr. All For One had been expecting. He used one of his quirks to blow All Might into the air with incredible and unrivaled speeds.

All Might was hurtling towards a helicopter, when an older guy in a yellow costume ran up to him and pushed him away — causing a cringe to spread across my face. No matter how hard anyone tried, All Might would never die, and it was becoming annoying.

The mouths of my father and his savior were moving but being at a distance had its disadvantages because their voices fell deaf upon my ears.

Glancing to my left, I saw what looked to be a hardened fist about to slash my arm, so I activated one of my quirks and became transparent. Ghost would help me observe the battle, while also avoiding any attacks that would have hurt me.

"What the hell is this, I thought your quirk were those energy whips?"

I looked over to the owner of the arm and was met with a red-haired boy. He seemed to be about five-foot-seven. He seemed familiar to me. I did remember our friend on the inside had been talking about him when I asked about the casualties and injuries of the USJ incident, but I never saw him in person — only word pictures were given to me. Nevertheless, the vivid red hair and quirk that had been described to me were interesting, so I could recognize him. He had a severe concussion — if I remembered correctly.

Christ, heroes heal fast.

"Kirishima Eijiro. That's you right?" I asked as he tried to attack my translucent being. "Interesting, my spy had told me that you had suffered a damaging concussion after the USJ attack. You heal fast, is this the work of Recovery Girl?"

His facial expressions contorted in horrified expressions as my words travelled across the battlefield, undoubtedly from the mention of a possible spy being among them. Although, that was what I had wanted. I wanted to cause a scene; I wanted to cause mayhem; I wanted them all to suffocate under the possibility of a traitor among them; I wanted them to tear each other limb from limb in a futile attempt at snuffing out the evil that laid in wait around them — though they never would.

I wanted them to fear for their lives at every waking moment because that was how I had lived for the entirety of my life.

A flash of yellow sped by me, and I saw Kirishima disappear. One after another, each and every student that had been around me, vanished in a flash of yellow. I was going to go after Izumi and Bakugou, but I wasn't ready to kill them, yet. They haven't suffered enough.

Another chance would arise — at least for now, I've made them all aware of my existence.

The man in yellow sped back to me and was about to grab me. Of course, that didn't exactly work. I was still using my Ghost quirk, after all; although, the backlash of this quirk was starting to take its toll on me, but it's not like I've never had a headache before, so I tried to silence it as best as I could.

"Now listen kid, I don't know much about you, but I do know your father. He's a loving man and whatever happened to make you this way I know he'll be there for you."

I chuckled as he spoke, still trying to knock me out. If I'd have to guess, I'd say his plan was to knock me unconscious, then bring me to the police station, and just assume that once I'm away from the League of Villains I'd just break down. That I'd say, 'they forced me to do this!', or 'they tortured me until I complied', or even that 'they said they'd hurt my family if I didn't fake my death and join them'.

What a laugh.

"I was never treated like an actual human being until I joined the League. I don't care what you damned heroes say, nothing will ever make me go back to the hellhole I was trapped in."

"We'll fix you, don't worry, kid."

I ground my teeth at his words.

Did he even listen to a word I just said?

He was acting as if I was broken. I used to think I was broken, but I know I'm not. This is who I was always meant to be; I had never felt more alive and freer in my life than I do now. I'm not some old-busted toy that needs to be fixed.

"Don't you get it? I don't need to be fixed!"

I saw him raising his foot to kick me, so I turned off my Ghost quirk. This was going nowhere, and as long as he was still attacking me, I wouldn't be able to help Mr. All For One when he needs me. I didn't have much raw strength, and if I used my energy whips anymore than I already have I would most likely collapse, so I needed some strength.

His foot came into contact with my left shoulder. Of course, it didn't hurt, I had shock absorption. I guess it couldn't be helped, it wasn't like he knew I had multiple quirks.

He took a step back — realizing I was perfectly fine — and began to take a step back to strategize. I used half of the power I absorbed from his kick and put it into my legs — boosting my speed exponentially. Catching up to him, I used the rest of the power I obtained from his kick and clocked him in the face.

He was out cold.

I looked back towards the fight to see what was going on, and to my surprise, I turned my head at the perfect moment.

I was just in time to see Mr. All For One sending the biggest blast of power I had ever seen directly at my father.

It was glorious.

As the dust and smoke cleared, all that was left was my father in his skeleton form. His fist was bloody, his muscles were gone, and his hair was a mess.

He looked terrible.

I smiled and felt a laugh crawl up my throat as I watched him, helplessly frowning as he knew his image was ruined. I saw the chopper, aiming camera after camera at the fight, and I knew they were probably broadcasting this fight all over the world.

This is the greatest moment of my life.

"Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. To think that you're their greatest hero." Mr. All for One started. "Now the adoring public knows your true form. Try not to be ashamed. Your move."

"Even as my body rots and grows frail, even as you expose my weakened state, in my heart, I remain the Symbol of Peace. And there's nothing you can do to take that from me."

"Is that so. Oh well, I forgot how stubborn you are. I guess I'll just give up. Oh, but there is one thing you might be interested to know. Tomura Shigaraki — my apprentice — is Nana Shimura's grandson."

I watched with glee as the look on my father's face set, after hearing that piece of information. That tiny little detail. He knew that I — his son — had joined the League of Villains, but hearing that his Master's grandson had done the same, and that he'd been fighting him this whole time, must have hurt.

"I kept wondering what would annihilate your golden heart, and so I found Tomura. Groomed him to hate you and watched you smile so proudly as you beat your Master's descendant."

"That's a lie."

"And to think, he on his own, found your son. Tomura had been walking late at night and came across your son as he attempted to take his own life. Without Tomura, your son would be dead by now."

My father stood, looking defeated as he realized that this was real. That this was the truth. I watched his eyes as they scanned the battlefield, before landing on me. He took in my expression — hate and amusement all rolled into one — and finally realized.

It felt so good.

He finally understood that I was like this because of him.

"Heh, well, well, that's strange. Where is your smile now?" Mr. All for One chucked.

All he could do was mouth the word, 'no' as I grinned at him as widely as I could manage.

"You... Bastard..." My father sobbed — just barely choking his words out.

"How very entertaining. I think I've taken a piece of you after all." Tomura's Master laughed out, darkly.

"He's my Master's grandchild, and that's my son. My God what would she say if she knew how we all turned out!"

After he cried out those words softly, he screamed. The sound of his suffering brought me joy.

Almost.

There was still this little weak part of me that was sad; this little weak part of me that wanted to go home; this small, section of my heart, left unburned by the torment and abuse of my past.

No matter.

I'll just burry it further down.

If All for One killed my father, I would be destroyed. I would feel as if it was my fault that he died. I would feel like a monster. Which is why...

I was going to kill him.

"Izuku! I'm sorry!"

I knew this was being broadcasted live, for the world to see, so I thought this would be as good a time as any to expose him.

"I'll save you, Izuku!"

My grin dropped and my heart stopped as his voice echoed across the broken concrete, and he began to inflate his arm again.

What?

"I will make this right!"

Are you...?

"I will bring you home!"

Kidding me right now?

What kind of sick joke is this?

We just...

And I just...

But he just...

...

I give up.

I'm going to kill him.

On live television, at that.

"I'm not done, yet. You're right. A hero has so much to protect in this world." He started again as I noticed his arm starting to glow with yellow lightning bolts surrounding it. "Which is why, I will defeat you, and bring home my son!"

I'm going to kill him.

As I watched his eyes glow a bright blue, he began readying his form for an attack.

A final attack.

His final attack.

"There it is. That's the last of your strength, isn't it, All Might? A wounded hero is a most frightening animal. Did you know that even now, I sometimes dream of you charging at me with your entrails strewn across the ground?" Mr. All for One spoke as he planned his counterattack to my father's punch.

Yeah, I don't think so.

"You have, what? Two or three punches left?"

I tuned everything out as I saw more heroes arrive on the scene.

This is my kill.

And I'm not going to let anyone take this from me.

Not a couple heroes.

Not Tomura.

Not even All for One can stop me right now.

I slowly stalked up to my father as Mr. All For One shot a wave of power — taking the form of a giant gust of wind — towards my dad and continued monologuing; however, I couldn't hear any of it.

I couldn't hear as he prepared his quirks aloud; I couldn't hear as my father took in a breath of air; I couldn't hear my feet as they stomped on the ground. All I could hear, was my heartbeat intensifying in my eardrums as I prepared myself for what I was about to do.

I could see Mr. All For One as he prepared the punch to end all punches. The thing that could kill anyone instantly.

All For One's reaction time was faster than anything I had ever seen, but I didn't fear for my life. Even if I died, I wouldn't care so long as my father would die by my hands, and my hands alone. It wouldn't mean anything if he died to All for One's punches; I need to be the one to kill him.

Either I kill him now, or I die trying.

As the two men ran at each other, preparing to exchange their deadly blows, I continued to walk – right until I was in the middle of them.

I felt nothing.

Nothing but joy, that is.

I caught All Might's punch in my left hand, and All for One's in my right. All Might's fist deflated instantly; however, All for One's punch felt like a dagger being dug into my arm. I would have screamed if I could feel it, but I was so numb to my surroundings that I couldn't care less.

All I could care for was claiming my father's life in this moment; all I could care for was watching his face contort in pitiful expressions as he watched his own son slowly tear him limb from limb; all I could care for, in this moment, was getting my justice.

The look of horror placed on both of their faces was amusing. I just had to do it.

"Mr. All For One, I'm sorry to jump in like this, but I have to kill my father myself. It'll be so much more enjoyable to watch my father die, slowly by my hands, than quickly by yours, right?"

I honestly thought he'd be angry, but to my surprise, he smiled at me. I think. He didn't really have a face, but I could feel the presence of a smile in the atmosphere.

"What was I thinking, you're absolutely right. Dying by the hands of one's son would be much more painful. Besides, judging by his form, I'd say, he's completely powerless right now."

"So, the tables have turned. Now you're the ones that's quirkless, huh?"

The look on his face was priceless as I used five percent of the power I had absorbed not even a minute ago to blast his body across the battlefield; meanwhile, All For One stopped the heroes that were trying to get to me.

"Finally, I can be rid of you, dad!"

I could feel the billions of eyes staring at me through their screens as the cameras all pointed towards my father and I.

I could hear the questioning voice of Endeavor as he repeated my words — still fighting All for One.

"Dad?"

My energy didn't matter to me right now, all I wanted was to kill my father. So, I activated my energy whips. Both of them.

They flowed elegantly in the wind as I stalked closer to my father with a grin stretching from ear to ear. The fear-stricken look that washed over his face as he realized I was actually going to kill him filled me with so much joy.

"Remember at the USJ, when I said we'd have a 'To Be Continued' someday? This is that day."

I raised my whip and brought it raining down over my father's left arm. Then his right. Then his legs – dismembering him, slowly, as I taunted him.

His screams that filled the air, filled my soul with more joy than imaginable. The beautifully red liquid that flowed constantly out of his torso was so satisfying, especially along-side the screams.

This was the day I had been waiting for. This was the moment I had been dreaming of for longer than I could even remember.

"Now, finally..." I spoke as I deactivated my whips, before grabbing a large knife from my jacket.

"The head."

"I love you, Izuku."

His words were cut of as I swiftly severed his brachiocephalic artery along with his external jugular vein.

After I made sure he was dead, I reactivated my energy whips and laid it overtop his neck. Watching it penetrate and burn the skin, the smell of burning flesh and metal enveloped my senses. I swiftly lifted his head and demonstrated it to the cameras.

"This is the face of an abuser! Your Symbol of Peace was a child neglecter! How does that make you feel? My father was nothing but a money-driven sicko! I have a message for my sister, Izumi, watch yourself, because I will kill you as painfully as I did our father." I laughed. "You're welcome!"

I crouched back over my father's torso and quickly got out another knife. My hands were covered in my father's blood as I cut around the skin, tissue, and muscles around the heart — before ripping it out of his chest.

Being careful not to crush the delicate muscle in my hand, I stood up and was instantly enveloped in a grey mist.

Time to go to our back-up base.

Now that my father is dead...

That weak part of me is dead, too.

Finally.