Overhaul, Shie Hassaikai - Arrival In Ebusa

The city was not as chaotic as Shigarakih had expected. The time was night with lively atmosphere and various heroes patrolling the streets. He had already blended in with the crowd, his clothes simply a dark T- shirt with a sentence on it( he had bought it ages ago) and a pair of stylish jeans. He looked like a random teenager who was going to meet his friend at a karaoke, no one bat an eye on him. Shiragaki walked in tandem with the pattern of the pedestrians, his feet bringing him up to pace to some highschool students whose loud conversation had disturbed the surrounding.

" Now, what do I do? .... Let's find the Shie Hassaikai. I have already found the trading places."

Shigaraki brought his body forward, heading toward the poorer districts of the city. The scenery changed from glamorous lights and advertising screen taking up an entire wall of a building with many people out about enjoying themselves to a more deserted, less secure and more monotonous color. The streets were only partially illuminated by the street and residential lights, dimming the place wuite a bit compared to the ligt show in the center. He was taking this journey to first, have more time to come up with a more defined plan and second, to try to make some undertable deals with them. He knew his Quirk was perfect for combat, Decay would take care of any melee heroes and his movement would be able to dogde reasonably fast projectiles.

Tunring into a dark small street between a restaurant and a park, he could finally make out a deal going on. As he approached closer, the content of the conversation was becomming clearer and clearer. It was between a man with fur akin to wooly mammoth, his eyes the trademark of an addict, to something he had yet known. The other part of the conversation, a man with a lean body, his hair flown. He was naked on top, only wearing a fur coat and down below a dirty brown pants.

" Hey man, got you a dose? Tomorrow is big and I need it, now. Don't worry, I paying you... See!"

A wooly man asked for something, possibly a type of drug as a "dose" had been mentioned. Shigaraki continues observing the deal, his eyes never leaving the drug injector. Seeing that the wooly man had left, Shigaraki approached the one in a mask, his acting began

" Hello Sir, uuhh, my boss told me to come here and buy the drugs from you. But I am not that good at recognizing drugs, can you advise me? Of course this is your pay!" "

Shigaraki quickly pushed a few ten thousands notes into the man's hands, his eyes closed up enough for the opponent to not see anything yet he could.

" Fine, fine, you are a new face in my list of customers. I have my intergrity as a seller, what do you want to buy?"

" Well, what do you have?! I just forgot it!"

" I have around twenty dosages of Trigger, the base kind. If you contacted me before for the more potent kinds, I would have get you some of the stronger ones. Oh also, a few srynges of sleep-inducing drugs, nerve-calming ones and toxins in bullet form."

Hearing the amount of highly illegal the man in front of him was carrying, Shigaraki needed a moment to think through. According to the the Tokyo Underbelly's leader, the yakuza here was facing general difficulties, not any particular one, so seeing them producing and distributing this "Trigger" drug was a bad sign for his saviour plan. Facing the man and his shady clothing, Shigaraki quickly grabbed his hands and mouth and used his quirk on the man'a hand. It turned to dust from the contact points, running up to the wrist and stopped right there, leaving a cut stub where blood poured out like a dam break.

" Point your left hand up, blood will flow out less. Now tell me, where do you get this 'Trigger' drug, I will give you money to patch your wound, or else..."

Giving force to his fingers, now in direct contact with the man's face, Shigaraki was giving him a choice to surviver this encounter or perish along the secrets. The man could die and Shigaraki would use the black phone to ask for more information. And besides, there must be multiple sellers across the less surveiled locations, the heroes would not care for these areas as there was nothing to offer there and the record would be filled with small, less impactful happening. That also meant that Shigaraki could kill the man and escape with almost no restriction on time. The man noticed this to, his breathing turning deep amd resounding to calm his nerves from the sudden attack. The pain was not the problem, as the nerves ending had decayed even before they could send out the signal to warn the body. The brain was not creating phantom pain due to the shock and boss would patch him up in no time. But his loyalty was being tested here, it could spell trouble if this kid reached his hands to the Shie Hassaikai.

" Who sent you here kiddo? I know the gang, can lead you to one of the selling places and from therr can get you to them. But"

Finding no reason to hide the quest giver and seeing the man's clear attempt of finding out more information about his supposedly backer hidden behind a lie ( no sane businessman would get his business to go through a middle man with no guarantee), Shigaraki saidz

" The old boss of the Tokyo Underbelly. I am here at his request to help the Shie Hassaikai as he has not received updates from his friend here. The friend is the leader of the yakuza gang. Now, what is your decision?"

" Let me .... ask the seller. He is quite good at hiding. "

Hearing something outrageous, the man was perplexed. Why was another leader sending out his personel to help another gang, he thought before looking back at the situation of the Shue Hassaikai. The boss's granddaughter quirk had vanished the man when it had first emerged, the hunt for their heads with the leader being Nighteye in addition to various heroes agencies and the failure of the assasinstion attempt on Nighteye. Basicslly a mess, that was the man's honest grasp of the situation. This could be the game changer they were needing to have some breathing air before dealing with reinforcements from other cities. His life for the gang, that was fine, but that required Kai's opinion. The man then reached into his pocket with the remaining hand. A small knife hilt enter his reach but he went passed it. No matter how fast he was with the stab, his head would be turned to dust faster than be could imagine. The phone, he brought it to his ears after dialing the number.

" How may I help you? We have pineaple, pepperoni, cheese, vegan and many more type of pizza. What do you want to have?"

" Cheese, extra sauce, a lot. "

" Please wait a minute, the chef is busy. Can you tell me your order. " ( Kai was busy, tell me then I tell him)

" Do you have white sauce and broccoli? " (I need support and medical help)

" White sauce is a bit lackluster. Broccoli is good and enough. Tell me how kich white sauce ot broccoli do you need. " ( Support is difficult to come, medical help is ready. How bad is it?)

" Not a lot white sauce, a lot of broccoli, the chef may need to hear this, Tokyo olive oil, give me one." ( No need for offensive support, urgent medical care needed. Kai needed to hear this, alliy from Tokyo)

" I hear you, do you need anything else?"

" No, and can I have a delivery, fast, I am not able to come to your place. " ( Get someone to drive us back.)

" Thank you for using our service, the delivery will take 3 minutes and we will use your phone's location to find you. Please keep it close to you."

Shigaraki was listening to the conversation, he could not get what the person on the phone was talking. All he heard was a low-pitch voice and the disguise of a pizzaria. They were talking in code, that he knew. He could guess one, " olive oil", or better correllation, an olive branch. It seemed the message about him being their ally had been transmitted as seen from the conversation ending.

Deciding that it had been enough, Shigaraki removed his other hand from the man's face. The latter steadied his breath and tore a part of his clothes to bind his arms to prevent blood loss but then decided to take off his top garment to cover his wound.

" Finish? How about wesit sat down somewhere?"

" Fine"

The two walked to a park nearby, Shigaraki helped his possible future ally to sat down on the bench then plopped down beside the man. He decided to try to be friendly by first apologizing for his forceful request.

" Sorry for your hand, I needed to send a message quickly and I figured that attacking and threatening you would be the best option "

" You are .... forgiven."

The man could only sigh in tiredness. His deal was almost busted, his hand was bleeding out albeit slowly and the perpetrator of the wound was apologizing to him. The kid was powerful, so he really could not do anything harmful to him without being killed and beside, someone as versatile as him would admit his mistakes and say sorry was already a goof enough deal.

" So what's your name? I don't think that it is beneficial for us to keep our names hidden. Mine is Shigaraki, you?"

The innitiative was taught by AFO, a textbook example of taking one strp backward to leap two. The man hestitated for a moment before taking the bait.

" Deidoro, it's mine name. I am one of the Eight Precepts of the Shie Hassaikai. You are no hero if you are that violent and destructive. Peer? And how did you turn to this path? Someone as young as you should be at school and not with someone like me."

" Yes, peer, and my past is my secret, do you mind me asking if you think, just of your opinion and not someone behind your group, whether you need my help."

" ... Yes .... We need more manpower, only us Eight cannot take care of everything. The heroes are always hot on our tail with this guy being at the forefront. "

Deidoro had opened up his phone, a picture of him and someone younger standing, smiling at the camera while doing the normal stance for a photo. Shigaraki was wise enough to not ask about it. What Deidoro showed him was the picture of Nighteye on an article talking about his latest success of busting a criminal group. Deidoro continued, his tone laced with a desperation for help, for someone to aid him on his journey amidst a raging storm.

" His agency is right there. The hero Centipede and Bubble Girl are easy target as a bullet will drop them but the intern, Lemillion, is the main problem. He is agile, punches strongly, and have thwarted one of our assassination attemps. Well calling them assassination is overstretch as we are aiming at rendering the man's disable or something along the line to stop him from helping out. Murdering the bastard will bring us to All Might's focus. "

" I see, and what is this guy's quirk?"

" He took us out so quickly and efficiently that we had no chance to find out, but later we managed to narrow down his quirk."

" Do you find any of the UA Sport event video this year? "

" We already tried that, we only got a footage of his naked ass out for the world to see. We could guess the quirk to be phasing but the specifics remain eclusive. "

" Phasing huh, is he limited by anything? Like can he breathes like normal when phasing?"

" We don't know, Boss should know more than us. "

The man waved his stump at a black car, the driver drove it close. Shigaraki and Deidoro entered and sat at the leathery passenger's seats. The inside was clean as if just vaccum, the windows were installed with one-way, bullet proof glass as thick as a few centimeters and from the weight of the door, Shigaraki believed to be armored.

" Improvision?"

He asked, his hand tapping on the side doors.The driver smiled and answered with pride.

" Ya, personally bought items. This boy here is my personal project of the decade!"

" Oh... So how strong is the plating, I am curious where you source the material."

" These bad boys will tank RPGs like rains on an umbrella, and the source, sorry, my secret."

The whole car dived into a happy chatting session between Shigaraki and the driver. The former asking to pry for information about the state of the Shie Hassaikai and the latter hid crucial details behind useless, but useful-sounding bits of info.

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" Sigh..... Another failure. The mixture seems to be correct in terms of proportions and chemicals, may be the issue is the biological sample?"

In an underground lab, someone was trying to research something, to make something out from the pile of drugs and various petri dishes of growing samples. She took a piler to carefully transported her latest failure, another sample among the many precedented it. It had been the norm for the last few years where she tried, failed, discarded and retried. The situation was worsened by the headhunt for the Shie Hassaikai.

" One-Onee-san.... ?"

A young boy, his ashen hair part way for a large horn protruding out from his right side of the head, asked. His clothes a cute pajama and in his arms was a teddy bear modelling after All Might. He was waken up by her cursing and removal of the lastest failure. Turning back, the referred sister felt her face frowning looking at the young boy face, but she relaxed later on as her logic stopped her from killing him. She arrived before the boy, crounching down to his eye level. The plague doctor mask seperated the boy's head from his hody in her sight. Her raven, glowing yellow eyes gazed at the innocent red looking at her. She then sighed before speaking, answering the boy.

" Nothing helpful today too, Eriku. Now you should be sleeping, not standing inside my lab. Here, give me your hand, I will bring you back."

" Toilet!"

" Fine, fine, let me bring you to the toilet."

" Stupid, dirty kid. "

The last sentence, she said to herself.The pair walked in the dark underground tunnels, hand in hand.

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" Thanks for the drive, Hayamo-san, I will use your service again soon. "

" Just hope I am available kid."

The deiver, Hayamo, drove away, leaving Deidoro and Shigaraki in front of a shabby building whose walls were tainted with graffity and urinating spots. The pair made their way into the darkness, arriving at an inconspicuous hatch before heading downward. The laddder climb was only for two minutes, ending at a concrete floor diverging into multippe directions. Someone was already waiting for them at the end of the ladder, his size easily towered over the two.

" Rappa, an ally, do not fight him before we have a talk. Later on you can do it."

" Who gives you the right to ..."

" We needs help, you know that, ao refrain from fighting. You altitude for seeking combat has already landed us enough trouble."

" .... Fine, but a fight is something I must not throw away. Scrawny kid, we will be having a great time together."

Rappa said, his facial muscles producing a mad smile enough to threaten Shigaraki. In his eyes, the man's was a hassel to deal with: too much mass [Decay] to immediately destroy before he received a blow, from Deidoro's words, he was a combat junkie, so he would not back down from serious injury. Aside from that, keeping the man'a under control was something Shigaraki was still learning to do. To maintain [Decay] as a cage that limited the enemy's action. In theory he could do it as his fingers were touching the air and he could decide what to decay, but practice was needed, something he was sorely lacking.

Deidoro and Rapa guided Ahigaraki through the maze of concrete, their interactions necoming less and less fruitful. At the final stretch, they were met with a woman with a crow mask, her yellow eyes staring at his white, deadly body, her hand guiding a small child and keeping the boy behind her back. It seemed Deidoro and Rappa was on good terms with her but Shigaraki digressed. He quickly nodded hisbhead at the both of them, he eyed the pair to lead way. Deidoro recognized the intention and quickly guided him away, leaving a puzzled Rappa following them.

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" The help from Tokyo, that kid? And from the dirty injury that Deidoro- shows, it is messy and unprofessional, but effective for a warning. "

Overhaul thought, her body leaning outside the toilet waiting for Kiro to finish his late night visit. The door was opened, showing a smiling Kiro. Overhaul decided to return the boy to his sleeping chamber.

" Goodnight, Kiro... Have a good dream"

" Goodnight.... AHHHhhh."

The boy wiped his eyes and quickly entered his bed. Overhaul still had someone to meet for the night.