Hate

Yoshito POV

It was chaos all around me, but I was a hero now, so I stood strong. I stood here, with my allies, against my brother's hunting dogs, his little pack of murderers.

Something like this happening had been anticipated, because like always when one of my brother's "friends" get caught, atleast when they are still worth something to him or have a powerful quirk, they never make it to the prison they deserve to be in.

Sometimes we found them, blabbing about doing better next time. Those times they had no quirks, no power to hind behind.

Sometimes those were found inside the prison transports.

So here we were, fighting off my brother's madmen, and winning. Atleast until that damned voice cut through all of our happiness, all of our hope.

"It's over now, because I am here. Pull back, I will handle this."

The house the captain, the leader of our little squad, had been fighting three of these madmen in had collapsed and all I saw was a shadow, an outline, of someone hanging in the smoke.

It was deep, like always, and it didn't sound like my brother. There was a malice in there that I never found in his voice, a promise of death and pain that I had never seen from him before.

It was terrifying. Defying my brother was something I had hoped to do for such a long time, but it had never really struck me that the moment I did that he would kill me.

That we would be seperated by 6 feet of dirt in the end.

Now it did, but I didn't let it stop me, no, I let it fuel me, I made it into determination.

Determination that I would stop him from hurting anyone ever again.

Then the shadow in the debris shifted. Two arms grew to eight, and then it grew.

It grew to the size of a truck and then it was the size of a building.

It screamed, and I looked behind me and saw my squad mates telling me something, but I heard nothing.

Then I looked at the beast, and it was not my brother anymore.

It's skin look like cracked stone, with parts of it molten, it's fingers were thicker then my a human was, and it's mouth, if it could be called that, was more like a crack in the stone that was it's body.

The crack was jagged and looked like it was made to rip and tear. It probaby was. There were hundred of small, relativly speaking, inside it's "mouth".

My comrades were making gestures for retreat, and for all that I wanted to stop my brother I knew I couldn't do it from the grave.

I ran, and the beast lunged on what used to be our position.

It was their, my comrades, my friends, position now.

Lightning sparking off it, and then it brought it's fist down.

Alex , a nice girl, whose parents moved here from America when she was young, had a truly impressive quirk that allowed her to create barriers.

It didn't hold up against All For One.

I kept running, and the beast kept grinning.

I was the only one from the group stationed to protect the prison transport that made it out alive.

I knew there were many that would never even become a footnote in a report, but would instead be forgotten, for they had no power.

I hated my brother more than ever before.

But he was, for all his insanity, right about one thing. Power was needed to bring about change, and even if I didn't, someone with that power would stop him.

He will be stopped, whether it be me or someone else that does it.

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The Captain POV

When I woke up, I thought for a second I had been retreived, merely because I wasn't chained down or restrained in any manner.

But then I opened my eyes, and in front of me sat All For One, watching me.

I needed no chains to be stopped from escape with him here.

When he saw me open my eyes he didn't smile as much as he showed his teeth.

His voice was as smug as I expected it to be, and he looked almost... happy.

"So, my dear friend, what have you done to my dear brother? I would like for you to simply tell me so your end doesn't have to be painful."

So that's what he wanted to know. Well, might as well lie.

"Killed him."

Any happiness that was present on his face before that was wiped out, and his smug smile fell.

For a moment it felt like he hated me as much as I hated him.

His face twisted, he pointed his arm at me, and I flew.

The last thing I heard was his enraged, and deranged, screams.

The last thing I felt was hitting a wall.

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Kuro POV

There would be no funeral. Not until I found a body to bury, not until I had my peace by clawing those pests to pieces.

Those that even thought of stopping me would burn.

I didn't doubt that this country, perhaps even the world would stand in my way.

So be it.

It seems like it was time to expand. The world has grown abit to complacent in their peace, in their hatred, and it was time to change that.

America had even started calling their enforcers, the dogs that hunt down people whose only crime was being born different, heroes.

I had to change things now, before the future I know can happen, happens.

I hated these quirked forces more then ever.

But ,some smalI part of me, was also happy over what had happened, because they didn't make me chose between changing this world and my brother.

I know what I would chose.

We would come to this point again, because sometimes, change costs. I am willing to pay anything to change this world.

Atleast now I don't have to do the deed myself.