Led Astray

Midoriya Kyoko POV

There were many things Sensei had thought of, but how was he expecting me to gather quirks?

I mean, I'm not about to ruin the life of a common mugger that is only commiting crimes because they see no other way, and while I could target villains I doubted I could even get started down that path before I was stopped.

And I sure as heck won't take the quirks of innocent civilians, and that's not even mentioning heroes!

"So, uh, Sensei?"

"Yes, little one?"

He glanced up at me from where he was sitting on a chair, fiddling with a rubik's cube that he dropped to the floor, where it vanished into puffs of dark smoke.

Also, what's with that nickname?

"Two things really! First, how can I see you here? I'm not actually asleep am I?"

Atleast I hope I'm not.

"No no, you are not asleep. I can merely, how do I say this, project myself into your mind. You can see and hear me, but that is all an illusion. I'm not actually here. And the second thing?"

"How am I even meant to gather quirks? I don't really want to take them from muggers or anything, they haven't really done anything to deserve having their lives ruined, right?"

Please Sensei, don't fight me on this.

"Well, there is a quite simple solution for that."

Really?

"The Meta Liberation Army, sometimes called the MLA, is an organization of villains that are what I would call the worst sort. Born in the cesspits of society, made of madmen and deranged monsters that are so inept that the only way they could achive some form of fame or social standing is if they were given it because of how they were born!"

Sensei really cares about this, huh?

"Those utter fools belived that your place in the world should be decided by your quirk, and only your quirk! They took the ideals of equality that I had been painstakingly building up for over a century and corrupted it into a worship of supremacy, undoing the work thousands had lived and died for!!"

"You really hate them, don't you?"

At my words he seemed to freeze for a moment, before almost sinking in on himself, silencing his previous roars of rage into almost defeated whispers.

"Yes, yes I do. Do you want to know why?"

"If you are fine with telling me."

At this he seemed to smile, just a little, before he began to speak again, and this time he was not whispering.

"Do you know who formed the hero society that exists today? It was Destro, the leader and founder of the Meta Liberation Army. He ruined all my work when it was so close to completion. But I can forgive him for that. Do you know what I can't forgive him for?"

When I shook my head this time, he started speaking with rage and hatred coloring every word.

"He took the ideals of my brother, MY BROTHER, and turned it into more talk and lies of quirk supremacy! I may have ended the life of Yoshito, but he died for those ideals, ideals that were turned into what he hated more then anything else!"

"But the funny thing is that Destro died alone, chained and..."

Here he stopped speaking for a second, while the mist around his head, that had been his head, vanished into a face, a smiling face.

"Quirkless." The last word was said with the glee and happiness of a broken centuries old monster avenging one of the few things that still mattered to him.

"Oh."

And what else was I meant to say to that?

"And there are still thousands of his followers left, almost eighty thousand if I am not incorrect!"

"And each and everyone of them are responsible for a world where people like me are oppressed, correct?"

He smiled at this, but it seemed to small compared to what he was feeling. It was as if he wanted to grin like a shark that had just caught a particularly large fish.

His next words came out happy and proud.

"Correct. And I will be with you every single step of stopping them, as is the duty of an adult watching over a child. It seems I will have to pick up the slack where others... failed."

"Also, on a slightly less solemn note, I think you need to get going to school now!"

And without as much as a farewell he vanished into the same hazy shadows that the rubiks cube did.

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School was... not much different from yesterday.

Except this time someone belived in me. This time I had Sensei. This time I had All For One.

And all of a sudden the problems almost felt beneth me. Kacchan, as much as I idolised him, was really just someone driven by his quirk. It was more exposion then him if all he knew how to do was to blow others up when they annoyed him.

And their words no longer hurt as much, because now they were lies. Now they were wrong.

And I had the power to make sure no one would be right about someone being a useless quirkless waste of space.

Because I had Sensei.

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I stood watching the pathetic waste of air that was looking at me with eyes wide open, while flailing around in the air uselessly.

While I had All For One, Sensei had been able to change it abit. The first quirk we stolen actually, after the warehouse, was in fact the quirk that let him do that.

Sensei didn't make me watch him ensuring there was no witness.

As he told me, he had enemies. Enemies powerful enough that it might take years before I could face one and walk away alive, and they would do their best to ensure I wouldn't.

So, here I was, with the ability to summon phantoms, although only those with non mental quirks. Those I simply used myself.

Sadly, this lead to me not being able to use the physical quirks I had stolen, a pity, but luckily I found a quirk that allowed me to transfer damage done to me to my shadows, as I called them. The very quirk I was retrieving today.

It was... comforting to have them around me, and having to supress them infront of mom made our interactions even more stilted and cold.

I don't know how much longer I can stay there.

So, with shadows floating around me and clad in a cloak and robe that glittered green and black, that glittered as if it was made of thousands of colored grains of sand, I smiled at the pathetic worm infront of me, that thought his quirk made him more. Made him better.

Finding a quirk that could obscure most of my face among the MLA was laughably easy, so things like masks were useless.

Warping away from there only took a slight application of my quirk. A push here and a pull there and I vanished from the apartement and appeared in a warehouse with a sickly green light.

"So, Sensei, that is the politician that was ensuring the MLA stayed hidden?"

The shadow standing behind me, the one that always stood there, turned into a man clad in a pristine suit wearing a smile.

"One of many, but yes, he helped to ensure their continued existance. And now he has paid for that. And remember to limit yourself to a few quirks at a time, it must look like you have limits."

I knew that we couldn't bring justice to the many victims of the MLA with ease, but it was still annoying when it felt like it wasn't helping no matter how hard you worked.

"And that was ONE TIME!"

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Midoriya Inko POV

Kyoko was growing colder. Not in the sense that she was getting cold, but as in that she wasn't listening to anyone anymore.

Before that day she got home late she always listened to me. She cared about what I had to say.

She cared when I said she couldn't be a hero, because she couldn't. I wasn't being cruel, only realistic.

But now I don't think Kyoko cares anymore. I worry she will run off and try to be a hero. Try.

Because the quirkless don't become heroes. They don't lift cars or stop villain attacks (Somewhere a very annoyed green haired woman threw a car at a villain, while being annoyed that she had to limit herself to a few powers, and wasn't allowed to regenerate).

But Kyoko wouldn't care. She wouldn't care and then she would die.

It was better that she suffered a little now and realized she had to dreams smaller then die later.

I don't care if she stopped trying to get into UA, choosing to go to Kohaku high instead, I knew she would try to be a hero.

She would try, and then she wouldn't come home.

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Bakugou Katsuki POV

Good. The nerd had given up on trying to reach her unreachable dreams.

She finally understood that the quirkless don't have the power to change the world and save lives. Not anymore.

She went to Kohaku, some shit school for people too stupid to get into UA, and the world finally made sense again.

Everything fitted into place again as it was meant to again, and even Midoriya fitted into her place.

Her place as something that is barely even a sidecharacter.

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"Bakugou Katsuki, yes?"

What did these piece of shit police want with me? Barely even capable of using their quirk.

It was probably weak anyways.

Showing up here at eleven in the night and expecting an answer. Well, I guess they expected right when the hag screamed at me to get down.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"My name is Naomasa Tsukauchi, and I am here to ask some questions about Kyoko Midoriya."

Shit, shit, shit. Please tell me she didn't do something stupid like throw herself of a roof.

I know I told her to do that but I was not expecting her to do it!

"What about the quirkless nerd?"

ABORT! Go back!! CHANGE THAT!

"Specifically about her involvment in the murder of the pro hero Slidin' Go."

"I-what?"

WHAT THE HELL KYOKO!

"And did you say she was quirkless? Did she at any point drastically change or mention someone called All For One or Sensei?"

What have you gotten yourself into, you goddamn nerd?

"I mean... I heard her talking to someone she called Sensei a couple of times, but she was never on the phone and there was no one in the room with her. I thought she finally got a friend in the form of an imaginary one. Why?"

"Thank you for the answer Bakugou, and I'm afraid that's classified.

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Midoriya Inko POV

I heard a knocking on the door just when I was about to finally go to bed.

I remembered to the sound on phone on just incase the police calls abut Kyoko.

There was a man smiling kindly when I opened the door.

"Miss Midoriya, I presume. May I come in?"

"Of course you can, and if you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

"How impolite of me! I am detective Eizo Tanuma, and it's a pity we couldn't meet under better circumstances."

He seemed genuinly sad about it too, and my stomach dropped to somewhere around my feet.

"Has anything happened to Kyoko?"

"Ah, no no, but I am here regarding her. Has she changed a great deal lately or talked to anyone she calls All For One, or perhaps Sensei? Not in the contexts of her teacher, of course, but someone calling themself that."

Why are you asking me these questions? Please don't tell me this Sensei is a villain that kidnapped her.

"Well, no, I haven't heard her talking to anyone called Sensei, but she has changed lately. She doesn't listen to anyone anymore, and she seems almost unaturally happy a lot of the time."

He smiled and kindly told me not to worry, and that he had to take a call.

When he came back he looked quite worried.

"You might want to sit down for this Miss Midoriya."

"W-what? Has Kyoko been kidnapped? Can you still find her? She didn't come home a few days ago and I reported but I was told to wait! Did I fail her?"

I was crying at this point and the detective seemed quite worried about me, putting a hand on my should to start to comfort me, but seemed to almost stop.

"No, you didn't fail her. The thing that did something to her is a thing that it would take All Might giving his all to stop. So you don't need to worry about that. But please, sit down."

After I had sat down, with shaking legs, I asked the detective what had happened.

His mouth was set in a grim line, almost unsure of how to say it.

"Three days ago, the pro hero known as Slidin' Go was found dead in his apartment, and the primary suspect is Midoriya Kyoko."

My world fell apart.

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All For One POV

"So Sensei?" Asked the little one. The nickname actually seemed to infuriate her, but it had grown on me. I would still stop if she asked, but until then it was free game.

"Yes, little one?" It was more entertaing then I expected it to be.

"They seem to have figured about about me."

"It would seem like that."

"And why are you not schocked?" Don't tell me she thought she could fight, spill blood and not get caught because she covered parts of her face with shadows that only worked on those watching it with the naked eye? Foolish, but she would learn.

"Well, you covering parts of your face does with a quirk that only functions on those actually seeing you in person does leave you quite open to video cameras. You also leaving a trail of destruction in one of your fights, making it easier to track you to where the blood was spilled, and motivates heroes to actually do so. I was expecting for it to take longer time but I suppose the goverment is no longer collectively holding one brain cell that it shares between all departments anymore."

"Huh."