Lead To Rome

All For One POV

My quirk was powerful, but even it had a weakness.

See, it was, for lack of a better word, clunky. Having a quirk and using it was often described as an instinct, something I have never had unless if it was when I was using my original quirk.

Essentially, I stole the quirk, but not the instincts that came with it, nor the mutations that protected the users body, so for every quirk I have to harm I have to use three to stop the recoil.

It was, well, annoying.

But I would make do.

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The doctor had been kind enough to find a quirk that might be able to mitigate my weakness.

A young child held onto the quirk that allowed them to use any quirk instinctivally. Sadly if I were to take it for myself, it would most likely tear me apart with my many quirks, but the doctor had been working on those very interesting copies...

I might not need to aquire an All For One "fused" with it myself after all.

The child needs not to know about their quirk, it would call attention onto them.

What was the tears of one greenhaired child to the world?

But, for just a second, what I saw wasn't a green haired child but a white haired young boy that cried after stubbing his toe. I pushed it out of my mind.

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All Might POV

For all of the preparing I had done to for this, nothing actually prepared me for it.

Nothing could have.

I couldn't match All For One in the slightest, and for every thing he threw at me, whatever it might be, I had to counter with all I had and it was never truly enough.

All I could do was dodge, as the air compressed around us, and then washed away in a brilliant whirlwind, and the fire around me was sucked to him.

Any witty reply I might have had, or any words or hatred I might desire to say, were left unsaid as all of the fire compressed to one point and shot at me.

It hit nowhere near me, I dodged afterall, but the after shock sure did.

A wave of fire spread from the skyscraper the fire had impacted, what was left of it, and flowed over me, melting the concrete beneth my feet.

Not many know it, but I do have some level or resistance against the elements, but what I don't have resistance against is choking.

Now, no one was choking me, but breathing was a problem when all oxygen around me was being burned away by the fire at a frightening pace, and I had to jump out of the hellish land of fire All For One made for me.

It was quite large, so I had to jump up to make it out in any reasonable time.

Right into All For One's waiting hands, as he had ripped up alot of the debris that had been created during our fight, making it circle around him and it seemed ro freeze for a second when I came into view, and then it shot at me.

Alot of it was on fire. There were bodies mixed in there, in the debris he was pelting me with.

Somewhat morbid, but I never thought All For One would try to beat me to death with a burning corpse.

Even as I would have liked to not be pushed back, I was. Onto the ground, and even then he kept pushing me down, down and down.

No, he wasn't pushing me. He was drowing me, in thousands of tons of dirt and debris.

Well, if he thought he could end me, All Might, that easily, he had another one coming for him.

That another one being me, getting a steady stand onto the ground and pushing myself forward with all I had.

Forward, into the waiting arms of All For One. But this time, there was no amount of burning debris that would stop me, no amount of quirks he could use to stop me.

But he was prepared for it, and simply caught me as I smashed into him with enough force to casually level blocks.

Well, atleast the shockwave cleared the ground around us from debris.

Small mercies.

I reared back my hand, and punched with all I had, and for the first time All For One seemed to be inconvinianced, if the anger on his face was anything to go off.

I saw the small splits on his skin I had made close up faster then he had gotten them, reducing my efforts to nothing.

Another useless attempt then.

How were you meant to stop All For One?

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All For One POV

How were you meant to stop All Might?

For all preparing I had done for this fight, it felt as if I had done nothing.

Nothing at all.

He was so much stronger, so much more durable then any of the previous wielders of that damned quirk.

Of that blight on humanity.

That wasn't what was bothering me, no, but his speed was.

All For One was clunky, but it could be more durable then anything else, and it could hit harder than anything else, but it wasn't faster then anything else.

Using mental quirks often interfered with other quirks I tried to use, and no amount of training seemed to fix that problem.

So I couldn't simply use quirk to make my perception get faster.

But I didn't need to be faster, merely put All Might in a place where he couldn't dodge.

Or, give him an opportunity he can't resist.

A clean shot at me.

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All Might POV

I couldn't drag this battle out anymore. Something that hadn't happened with One For All in a long timewas happening, and I didn't like it.

It was starting to hurt to use, like it did when I just got it.

I had to end this soon.

And then I saw it, the opportunity to end this.

A slight mistake on All For One's part, uprooting earth slightly the wrong way, and I was on him with all the power I had.

It wasn't enough, even as houses around us were uprooted, because All For One responded with pushing back with all the power he had.

I felt my arms starting to give way, and then they gave.

I didn't see it, but I felt pain beyond anything I had felt before ripping it's way through me, through my abdomen.

I knew in this instant that it was over, and I had no succesor to keep the torch going.

Im sorry Nana.

"So, Hero, was that all you could offer me? Is this all the eight and last of my brothers line shall offer up?" He was slightly winded, but even then, I felt scared. Not of my fate, mind you, but fear and sadness for all the unfortunate victims he will have in the future.

For all the innocent lives I couldn't give justice to.

His hands, sparking with eldritch powers, extended towards me, and I knew this could be my end.

But I knew I still had to try, so, barely standing up and half dead, I grabbed those hands all pulled with all I had.

It came to my suprise as much as his that he offered no resistance, and his arms merely gave way.

He was glaring behind me, not at me, and I had to see what was happening.

I saw a half dead hero, barely clinging to life.

Distraction, as he called himself, was able to disturb a quirk.

It didn't do much to enhancement types or emitters, but it messed up those mental quirks alot.

And All For One was a mental quirk.

It clicked to me, and I punched.

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All For One POV

I tried all I could to stop All Might in that second I had extended to minutes for myself, but what could I do?

Nothing, but I had to try.

I couldn't let it end this way, not after all I had done.

The deaths I had caused had to mean something.

The suffering I had brought had to mean something.

And All Might was turning it into nothing.

I gathered all precognative quirks I could, and I tried to send a message to me, merely minutes ago.

But the thing was, precognative quirks were mainly mental quirks, and so is sending messages to the past, not that it would change anything.

I knew that well enough.

But using up towards 50 precognitive powers while getting your brain scrambled doesn't lead to predictable results.

sending something 200 seconds into the past became 200 minutes became 200 hours became 200 days, and well, 200 years.

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Third Person Perspective

All For One didn't die happy, but he did die knowing who chose him, and he died knowing that all he did was for nothing.

All For One didn't close his eyes, for there were no eyes to close.

All For One's message to Kuro assumed that his followers could save him, while in actuality there was no retriving him from his death.

All For One never closed his eyes, but he opened them to being held down by seven shades whose greatest achivement was being killed by him.

All For One would be spoken of in fear, terror, awe and respect, and he was worshipped like a god. He died like any other mortal.

Or, well, like 7 other mortals.