Reclamation Day
Kuro POV
These 'quirked forces' as the goverment called them, were for lack of a better word, annoying.
Little pests that rotted my empire from within, that made the people belive in them, when they were really just a bandaid put on by a desperate leadership.
Not to help people, no, but to stop me.
The bloody idiots that were part of it weren't weak, but they were incompetent, leaving more dead and without hope as colleteral than what they saved.
Pathetic.
But, to their defense, they had done their duty. They had corroded people's belief in me and my allies.
Made us seem like the we had been the one that had tossed innocent men and women into hell, for the crime of being born different.
My brother, on the other hand, seemed to have taken a liking to them, which could be both bad and good.
Bad if they were to actually meet him, and fully turn him against me, but good if I could, as much as it digusted me to be compared to those incompetent animals, make him understand that me and them are truly just two sides of the same coin.
From the perspective of an outsider without insight into the actual purpose of the quirked forces it seemed like both of us wanted order. It seemed like we were similair. Perhaps my brother would fall for it.
And if you looked deeper than what the, these days censored by the goverment, newspaper said, you would notice I was the only one succeding.
I was the one bringing order and ensuring this age of chaos would end. And so what if I asked for a little power in return?
Clearly my brother thought that was a great sin, as if I was mean't to change the world by treating it as a hobby, instead of a life long commitment.
He would see past his delusions one day, I would make sure of it.
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Kuro's ally POV
All For One would, no, he had changed the world.
He wasn't finished yet though, and soon he would rebuild the world in his image, one where no one is punished for how they are born!
A perfect world, and I knew only he would be able to create it.
His brother, on the other hand, was a spoiled brat that thought changing the world could be done without blood, sweat and tears.
Thought it could be done without sacrifice.
That, was for me atleast, fine. What wasn't fine was that he constantly dragged All For One down. He slowed down the change that we were trying to bring, he distracted All For One.
And this had to stop, and if no one else would do it, then I would.
I would do it for the one that had done everything for me, that had given me a second chance at living, not just surviving.
All For One.
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Yoshito POV
One of my brothers minions - I didn't know his name, but I think it started with M - as I had taken to calling them in my head, was here, in my little cell.
"So, what do you want?"
He and his type were what annoyed me the most, as they had been the ones that allowed my brothers quick rise to power.
It was only when I truly looked at him, after a moment of silence, that I knew he wasn't here to drag me to my brother.
No, he was here to hurt me, that much I understood from the glint in his eyes.
"I am here to stop you from distracting All For One from our goal!"
Then he lunged, and I reached deep inside myself, to find that little spark that was growing so slowly, and I pushed.
I pushed with all I had, and it wasn't enough. I fell against the force pressing down on me, from the man far larger then what he was seconds ago.
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Kuro's ally POV
He tried to resist, but it didn't work. Almost, yes, but not quite.
"Is that all you have? Is this all you can push back with?"
The pathetic little fool didn't answer, his eyes wide open in fear and looking up at me.
Then I felt it, a split second of pain and I collapsed, my regeneration only holding me togheter long enough for me to see the enraged face of All For One.
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Kuro POV
Even my own allies weren't safe for my brother.
That angered me beyond any else, as my own allies, those that listened to every word I said betrayed me, while thinking they knew better then me.
Yoshito wasn't safe with them.
What he needed was thicker walls, thicker locks, so that no one could find and hurt him.
And that is what I will give him.
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Yoshito POV
I woke up in a room I didn't regonize, larger than my little vault, and far more organized.
My posters were rolled up in a corner and my magiznes were stacked nicely, but I knew the moment I saw the door I was still as much of a prisoner as I was before, if not more.
And, on a chair next to me, sat All For One.
"I apologize about this, but until you learn to see sense and stop living in your own delusions, it is simply to risky for you to be around people. Even my loyal allies aren't safe for you anymore!"
Any protests I would usually have offered up were crushed under the weight of his words, and it was only at this moment - far too late I suppose, as I should have realied this before I even left the first time - that I realized that he wouldn't let me out until I was living in his delusions.
In his dreams of a better world when all he was doing was trying to do was get power for himself.
The door shut, and I knew that my last human contanct for months would be a madman trying to murder me.
All For One wasn't human anymore. Kuro wasn't human anymore. Maybe he had never been, but I refused to see it.
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Quirked Forces member POV
We were in the belly of the beast at this point, and there was no way to back out, even if we wanted too.
We had caught one of All For One's "loyal" allies that had blabbed the moment we gave him the choice to betray his leader. Apperently, there was something that All For One didn't even let his closest allies see.
Rumors still spread, of course, so here we were, walking through the hallways of what might not be All For One's main base, but still the place where there was something he refused to let anyone except him see.
A vault door was a bit tacky, I have to admit, but I suppose this was to be expected from someone that seemed to be dragged straight out of a horror movie.
Hot hands. It was not super strenght but it was something. It allowed me to heat up my hands to an extreme degree, past what I could handle even.
It made melting through steel easy, although I admit melting through the entire vault door would have been hard, luckily all I had to do was destroy the lock.
As the door was opened I was greeted with a sight I did not expect.
I had thought what All For One would have kept hidden would have been some horrible undying amalgamation of steel, flesh and quirks, not a starved young man, that was sneering at us like we were expected, and he was both happy to see us but also sad aswell.
"My brother finally grows bored of giving me my food in person I see. So he sent some of his loyal bloodhounds to do it this time?"
His... brother? Only All For One himself entered this vault, and he did so many times per day, it was said atleast, but still, the very notion that he would care in any sense baffled me.
It was the captain, a man that lost a leg, an eye and a child to All For One that answered.
"Nah kid, we are from the quirked forces, and we had heard rumors of All For One keeping something in here, and I guess they were true. Why did he lock ya up though?"
At this the young man infront of me, seemed to think over his answer for a bit, while judging us. I suppose he was trying to figure out whether to trust us or not.
After a moment of akward silence he finally answered.
"I refused to play along with my brother's delusions of greatness, freedom and equality."
Good enough for us, was about what the captain, if I understood him correctly, probably thought, as he grabbed the young man and started running away.
The brother ran along, trying to keep up and not quite succeding.
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Yoshito POV
Whatever the people from the quirked forces, heroes, were saying went right over my head, as I looked down at my shaking hands.
I was, for the first time in what felt like, and probably was, years, free.
I would never let All For One reclaim me, to put me into that little jar again, and I refused to have that freedom robbed from me.
I could finally be free and not just hear of the concept from the slaves of my brother as they tried, and failed, to convince me he wanted what was best for me.
Maybe he did want what he thought was best for me, but what was best for me right now was him, dead.
And one day, he would be buried, if there was enough for to be buried when whoever did the deed was done.