The Good Doctor

Kyudai Garaki POV

It all started going downhill after Sensei fought that damned blond buffon, and here I was, in a transport on my way to hell on earth, being glared at my some damn bunny!

We tried, oh we tried, to bring Sensei back. We tried with everything we had, we pulled every string and called in every favor.

But All Might needed to see that Sensei was gone with his own eyes. And even with half his organs outside his body, well, I couldn't even begin to try to stop him.

Me, with life force, the first copied quirk. The one Sensei used to stop his ageing, instead of slowing it down to less then a snails crawl.

My ability to fight could be summed up as an incredibly slow old man.

The symbol of peace didn't even need to try.

The evidence against me was overwhelming, and maximum security prison was the only place for me. Even when I had no way to run, even if I was in minimum security, I was placed there.

They wanted to see me suffer, oh they did. They digged up the shameful parts of my life, the parts that I was trying to redeem myself off. The parts Sensei would hang me by my guts for.

And prison inmates did not take kindly to someone that had "hidden in the shadow of the king" as they phrased it, and neither did the guards, although they most likely did it for what I was in prison for.

The list of charges was longer then I had thought it would be. Really, I am quite sure there were many things on that list that I hadn't done.

I didn't even know that it was illegal to have my chickens up in Quitman to cross the road, or to hold Salmon under suspicious circumstances.

I have never even been to Quitman, nor have I held a salmon or owned a chicken.

And so here I am, ruined, on a one way trip to Tartarus. To hell on earth.

And I know why. They said that Sensei still lives.

The prison inmates that brutalized me over and over, and the inmates and guards that turned a blind eye to it, no longer dared to look at me these days.

It was nice, until it wasn't and I got told I am going to hell.

If you lived, why didn't you save me? Weren't we friends, or at the very least allies?

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Rumi Usagiyama POV (Mirko)

The doctor was giving me chills, but the spine tingling feeling I just got was not from him, no, it was from outside.

"STOP THE TRANSPORT!"

And stop it the transport did, not because of the drivers, no, but because all momentum it had simply vanished into thin air, and the roof was ripped off, like a child playing with a doll house would tear the detachable roof off to play better with fingers lacking any dexterity.

And with that I saw a view of the sky, and the child that hung there like they were the king of the world.

Or rather, the queen of shadows.

And I felt force press down on me, keeping me on the ground.

Not for long, of course, but it would hold for some time. But, the suprise may let me ambush the villain, not something I would usually do, but, you know, power thieves. A bunch of crazy bastards, the lot of them.

I saw her take step after step towards the now, for now, too, free mad doctor, before she froze, just next to the, most likely, corpse of a newbie hero Death Arms, and the downed form of Eraser Head, as he glared glared at her.

After a freezing for a fraction of a second she smiled at him, before she sent the pro hero flying into, and through, a building over twenty meters away from his original position.

Ouch.

And then she really froze up. Stopped dead in the middle of taking a step, as her eyes got blown wide open, and her mouth opened in almost comical confusion.

It would be funny if it wasn't, you know, not here.

She then swept her hand (was that necesary? or merely placebo?) and a shadow burst forth from her that waved it's hand, and the rubble around her was thrown away.

And through something that looked like a swirling hole of darkness a man with a shattered face and an oxygen masked wheeled himself in on a wheelchair.

I knew, from the mans sheer presence, that he could, if he wanted to, simply stand up and end me and everyone else.

It was... terrifying. It was like staring death in the eyes and then noting that there were no eyes, merely one scar that criss crossed into another, and then into another.

It's eyes were not there, instead gored pits of uneven scars, but I still saw myself die a thousand times over to it.

The creepy fucking doctor seemed to look at the man in the wheelchair in schock, before he began to speak.

"Sensei, is that you?"

"I am afraid so, my old friend," said the monster, "and I am sorry for being unable to save you. See I have been... recovering for a while now, and only recently regained my ability to move."

And the doctor looked at Chucklefuck scarface like he was a god, but the girl... my god, what did they do to her?

She didn't look at him like he was a god, no, she looked him like he was the only thing that mattered. Like everything else was inconsequential compared to him, and the fact that he had to wheel himself around seemed to offend her enough that she actually squeaked, before running around behind him, almost cheerfully like a girl her age should, and started pushing her himself.

And when the monster petted her, she seemed, for the first time, happy to be here.

I had to kill that thing in the chair.

So, with all the power I could muster, and with the girl seeming to have forgotten to use the shadow that applied force downwards that was quite a lot, I pushed above him, and then I pushed down.

Luna Fall.

I fell, and then I stopped, and not because of the fact that I hit the ground no, I stopped in mid air, as if held by a force that even gravity didn't dare to stand against.

I was met with the enraged face of a child that couldn't be much older then thirteen, and then I flew again.

I flew into a skyscraper and then in a burst of sickly green light, the child was infront of me again.

But this time I could feel the ground, and so I went bouncing, and she ripping the floor apart around me.

And up we went floor after floor, before we reached the top, and down we went, or more accurately, down I went, floor after floor, the building collapsing on me.

And so it went, the two of us ripping the city apart, on house at the time.

It didn't end when heroes came to help, as the could do nothing.

It didn't end when there was more crater then city to fight in.

It did end when I slammed into the news helicopter and she dragged me away in rays of sickly green light, back to the feet of the monster in the chair, that seemed amused at my broken legs.

"Impressive show Kyoko, you are growing more and more powerful each day."

The shadow queen, or Kyoko I suppose, actually blushed under the praise, her smile, I swear to god that is a quirk, being larger then even the symbol of peace's.

But when she turned towards me I didn't see a single trace of that naive little girl, no, I saw another monster. The one I shoul have been aiming for.

And in a sweet, young voice she began to speak, as her hand reached towards me.

"Your quirk, big bunny, is now... mine."

The monster behind her smiled at that, and I don't think I have ever seen a more horrid thing.

The scars that made up his face moved, and it looked like thousands of maggots were there, trying to eat their way into the flesh beneth, and the far too many teeth that filled his too large smile were yellowed, spotted with black dots, broken and cracked.

It looked horrid, and made me want to run and hide under my bed to run from the monsters in the dark.

But the cold chill crawling down my spine vanished, and a light ignited inside of me.

Determination, but not from me, no, from the behemoth behind me.

I didn't see him but I knew who it was, and the girl actually looked scared now.

All Might.

He was fast, but so was the monster in the chair, no longer in the chair now, and I felt the shockwaves from my place on the ground, and I kept feeling them even as they threw me away, into the side of the transport van, that was now inside of the road it was before on.

I saw the monster's skin bulge, just a little, and then All Might was flying and the monster was speaking in raspy wheezes.

"Kyoko? Would you mind bringing us back to base?"

Kyoko seemed confused for a second before recognition lit up in her eyes, and she held her hand forward towards the monster that took it.

At the questioning look of the doctor he began speaking.

"I borrowed her my only long distance warp for this rescue, my old friend, so I simply have to retrive it."

And then small glittering things appeared around them, looking a bit like Kyoko's dress, and they were gone when it surrounded them.

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Kyudai Garaki POV

This is what I have been waiting for. Sensei didn't abandon me.

"So, Sensei, what happened? I tried to bring you back to life, but All Might came along, and well..."

He seemed to almost smile, as all his injuries faded away, and his wheelchair, oxygen mask and canister vanished into shadows. Shadows that looked like... Kyoko's.

"I-what?"

Sensei sighed here, almost annoyed, but not quite.

"I well, I died. But, it seems though as after my death I woke up in a desolate land of shadows, much like the one I am in when I try to steal quirks. I think I might have attempted to steal All Might's quirk, or something similair, in my final moments, and ended up inside of his quirk, somehow."

"After that, when he made contact with Kyoko, well, it was simple to simply hop over."

This... this is unprecendented.

"And while I may be ready to pass the mantle on to Kyoko, she is quite insistent that I regain a body, so well, here we are."

"If that was not the case, I would tell you to keep working on project Nomu, but now? Now I want you to create another copy of All For One, and make a new body."

I think I may have been smiling maniacally, but this confirmed it to me. Even death could not stop Sensei, and now a girl with the perfect quirk to complement it was another him.

The two of them them would rule, and they would be great.

"Yes Sensei!"

The heroes have already lost.