Chaos (Part 1)

15 Years ago…

The grey haired five-year old cried. He cried and cried and cried. His eyes turned red as a result, now matching his natural red pupils. The man kicked him again. "I told you to never enter my office!" The boy continued to cry. The mother just watched silently. She clearly wanted to do something, but didn't dare intervene. The father stooped down and pulled the picture out of the boy's hands. "Heroes are monsters. They do what they want with no regard for their families. I don't ever want to have this conversation with you again." The man walked away. That was when the mother finally ran to comfort her crying son. The father went into his office and closed the door. He stood still. Then he leaned against the door, quietly crying. He looked down at the photo his son had gotten his hands on. It was a picture of the father as a child. However, the biggest reason he had it hidden was the fact that it also contained a picture of his mother: the former hero Nana Shimura, All Might's teacher.

The boy was walking through the mall with his mother. The boy couldn't help but watch the TVs in the windows. They were displaying the news as they always did. The news showed some heroes defeating a group of villains. The child found himself standing there, watching the heroes. The boy had no idea how much time had passed by the time he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. The boy was startled as he looked up at the man. The man had white hair, and looked down at him with a warm smile. "Hello there. You like heroes, don't you?" The young boy, a little nervous, slowly nodded his head. The man chuckled. "Yes, we all love heroes when we are young. However, not everyone grows up to become one, and those of us who see the world for what it really is can see nothing but the horror heroes bring." The boy looked confused. The man sighed. "I suppose you're too young to understand. I'm sure you'll grow up to become something wonderful." The man tightened his grip on the boy. His hand had a dim glow to it. The boy was now in pain. He didn't know what to say or do, but he was in excruciating pain. However, as soon as it had come, the pain subsided. Had the pain really been there? "Hey!" The man and the boy looked towards the shout. The mother came running back, looking frantic. The man smiled warmly as he let go of the boy. "Hello ma'am. Your son, I assume?" The mother took her son's hand and pulled him to her. "Yes, he is. Don't touch my son." The man chuckled again. "Apologies, ma'am. I noticed he was alone and decided to keep an eye on him in the hopes someone would come and get him." The man smiled down at the boy. "I hope to see you again." He walked off, leaving the boy and his mother.

Later that day, the boy was dragged out of his room by his father. The boy cried. "Let go! Let go!" "I thought I told you you're not allowed to look at heroes, even if it's on the news!" The boy tried to get away. The father, still holding his son by the arm, raised him into the air. "Your grandmother abandoned me! Abandoned her family! She did it so she could go and fight crime without having any kind of responsibility! I'm trying to show you how evil heroes really are!" The boy grabbed his father's arm with his free hand. "Let go!" The father tensed up. His arm, starting from where his son had grabbed him, started to turn grey. The son fell to the floor, his father's arm having turned to ash. The mother screamed as the father watched the decay run up his arm. After only a few moments, he was nothing more than a pile of ash. The boy stared at what he had done. He didn't fully understand what had happened. He put his hands on the floor to keep himself from falling. The decay spread from his hands to the house. The entire building shook as everything turned grey. The decay reached the mother and crept up her legs. When the decay reached her chest, her screams fell silent. Moments later, she turned to dust too. The entire house crumbled to ash as it collapsed on top of the boy.

He had no idea how much time had passed, but it was still dark when someone pulled the boy out of the dust and ash created from his newly manifested quirk. The boy blinked several times, his eyes still red from the non-stop crying. It was the man from before. "I see that the results were far more destructive than I could've imagined." The man got down on one knee and hugged the boy. The boy just stood there. He went to return the hug, but stopped. He balled his hands into fists. The man let go and stood up straight. "Heroes will be here any minute. We need to go."

The boy sat down on his new bed. He stared at his own hands. Then some gloves were set on the bed next to him. The boy looked up at the man. He was smiling down at him. "These will help until you master your new quirk." The boy forced them on. The gloves were missing their index fingers so that not all of his fingers would be in contact with the gloves, which was apparently the trigger for his quirk. The Man reached into a small bag. "I had these crafted for you." He pulled out two porcelain hands. "These represent your mother and father: the two who held you back your entire life. For each person you kill, you will receive one. It will serve as a reminder for how powerful you are." The boy needed help learning how to put them on, but eventually, one was covering his face and the other was holding onto his right bicep. The man smiled. "One last thing. You need a new name. What is your old name?" The boy stared down at the ground. "...Tenko… Shimura…" The man seemed to chuckle at that. "...hm… you still seem to care for your parents… your new name will be Tomura Shigaraki. Tomura means 'Mourning' in the Japanese language." The boy looked up at the man. "...and why Shigaraki…?" "That's simple: that is my name. However, I've been known by a new name for quite some time now. You can call me All for One."