Doubt

Kuba Katashi POV

All For One wasn't what he used to be. The others can't see it, but when you stop for a second a look, really look, and don't dismiss what you don't want to see it was so clear.

One day 3 years ago he vanished, told us he would be away for awhile, and 6 months ago he reappered.

I understood what he was doing during that time, slaughtering the quirked forces, but looking at him now, all I can see is a pale shadow of what he used to be.

His might is so much greater, but he isn't, well, human anymore. Any empathy he once had is gone, reduced to ashes, and he doesn't care for casualties anymore.

Numbers in the tens of thousands that he once viewed as unacceptable are becoming more and more common, and he doesn't care if you don't stand against us.

All he cares about is that you aren't with us.

I can't see Shigaraki Kuro, the bright young man that lead us to victory again and again, all I can see is All For One.

He doesn't fight for a cause anymore, he fights for a fight. For another quirk, as if the answers he wants will be found in the death of thousands of innocent lives and the ruined lifes of so many more.

All for a question none of us knew.

Maybe even God doesn't know the question.

I have too much blood on my hands to be forgiven, as Chika said before she tried to run with her Usagi. My hands got that little bit bloodier that day.

I remember when she was our Usagi, our little light.

She will never by my Usagi, I have done too much for that too happen.

But she doesn't have to become another me, something I know she will become under the careful watch of All For One.

I will ensure that she doesn't.

I don't care what it costs me.

I will not let her light be taken away, like I took the light from Chika, my dear greenhaired little angel.

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Detective Smith POV

Another useless fucking call. Of course there's gonna be some noise when teenagers are out partying, you don't have to call the bloody police for something as useless as a dulled thump, probably music or something, we are overworked enough as it is.

It's in the abandonded docks, the worst thing that it could be was some hobos fighting eachother.

Then I heard sobs, and suddenly this might not be as useless after all. Maybe an assault?

It was a child, a small thing, that was crying while huddling inside a container.

"Hello little girl, where are your parents?" Maybe not the smartest thing to ask, as she looked up at me with tear filled eyes and a ripped dress, considering she was most likely abandoned if that was all she had.

"D-daddy made mommy go away when she twied to rr-run, and the-en the bad man was chasing daddy, and daddy told me to hide."

Well. Fuck.

"Did your daddy tell you who the bad man was?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"All One I think. He wrote it on my hand, here!"Please don't let it be who I think it is. And with that I got a hand thrust into my face, and on it, in small letters stood the letters that made me regret taking a job in law enforcement.

All For One.

Sure, the guy mostly did busniess in Japan, but anytime he left to do anything he left communities, that had almost become stable, were in chaos, with riots on the streets and murders in his name.

He went here, to America, several times and only once did we confront him.

The cities affected by that fight looked more like warzones then cities.

Never met him personally. Jefferson did once though, and now he's being fed through a tube and will probably never walk again.

The guy was a shitty boss, but I don't think he deserved that.

Well, I think it's best to get this girl to the hospital as fast as I can.

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"Detective! Detective!" And that was Jones. A new employe, he wasn't bad, but somewhat over eager.

"So, Jones, what happened here?" Please don't say All For One is back here. Anything but that.

"Well, we think it was someone trying to run from All For One. We suspect that the victim is Kuba Katashi, one of All For One's liutenants."

"Suspect? It shouldn't be too hard to find out, the guy never wore a mask or hid who he was!" Who dropped the ball here? And why were they hired?

"Well, look for yourself." And with that Jones left me alone to walk the rest of the way to the container where the murder had happened.

And I understood why it was supected to be Kuba Katashi, if anything it was impressive they could suspect anything about who it was.

Most of his upper body mangled, and let's just say we would be lucky to identify him using his teeth or fingerprints.

On account of the fact that neither seemed to exist at the moment.

I noticed a slight buzzing in my pocket, I knew I should have turned it off silent mode, and as I slipped my phone into my hand I saw that Jones was calling.

Weird, anything about this case should be told to me, not him, he was here to talk to the girl, Kuba Usagi or Usagi Kuba, if you look at it with first name first and surname second, like a normal person.

"Smith!"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure the girl was in room 4241?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty fucking sure! How so?"

"Well, she aint there!"

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14 years and that case stuck with me, like that itch you can't quite scratch.

It was infuriating, and relativly minor compared to some of the things that drove others to drink. Still made me do it though.

And so, with a glass of whiskey in hand, a bit more then I should have, I sat down and looked at my door, almost baiting me to go work another night, to look over security camera footage that I had looked over a thousand times in hope I had missed something, anything, but I didn't.

I learned to drown that little voice in liquid courage, but there was still too little of it in me to not jump up from my chair when the door was ripped of it's hinges.

When a woman with a familiar face strode in. Chika, a face I had looked at a thousand times hoping to find any clue, but always coming up empty.

I could not get out any words from my throat even a hand far stronger than it had any right to be ripped it's way through my chest, a furious face looking at me.

My eyes strode from it to the other person here with us.

They chuckled and opened their mouth to say what I knew would be the last thing I would hear.

"Well then Usagi, Katashi has been avenged! Good job, my dear friend!"

"T-thank you, sensei!"

The girl seemed to stutter for a second before she gathered herself, and as the older man hugged her and smiled at me, so goddamn smug, I understood what happened.

What was inside of my apartment.

I could do nothing but laugh laughs that came out as wheezing puffs of air, before I knew no more.