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“Kacchan! Do you think I can be a hero without a quirk?”
“What kinda question is that, Deku? Of course, you can! And when you do, we’ll fight the bad guys together. No one will be able to stop us!”
“Not even my dad?”
“Not even your shitty dad.”
“Kacchan!! You said a bad word!”
“-gou! Bakugou! Can you hear me?” Kirishima cried out. Katsuki blinked, feeling the subtle rocking of a boat under him. He tilted his head in the direction of Kirishima's voice as the world came into focus.
“Shitty hair,” He whispered, confused, “What happened? Why are we still on the boat?”
“Bro, I’m so sorry. I didn't think I would hit you that hard.” Kirishima said remorsefully. Katsuki pushed him aside and sat up, slowly shaking his head as if to rid himself of some of the grogginess that had taken root.
“Whatever. Where’s Deku?” He rasped. Kirishima paled and looked deliberately away from him. Katsuki watched him fidget with irritation. “Eijirou.” Kirishima flinched at his name. “Where is Izuku?”
Kirishima sighed and looked down. “He’s gone bro. They got him. We are returning to Tokyo right now with everyone else from the island. But when he got taken, you panicked, and I had to do something! You wouldn't leave without him… So, I hit you over the head and dragged you back with us.”
Katsuki was stunned for a moment. The more Kirishima explained what happened, the more came back to him.
“He’s… he’s gone?” Katsuki whispered. “I couldn't protect him?”
“Bro don’t blame yourself! We were in the home stretch! There was no way we could have known they would grab him at that moment.”
“But they did grab him. Right from out in front of me.” Katsuki said.
“I know dude…. I know. We tried our best, and now we just need to focus on the next steps.” Kirishima replied.
“He’s right y’know.” A voice said from beside them. Aizawa appeared next to them, looking at Katsuki. “The next step is informing his mother and seeing if she will help us find him. If not, we have several avenues we can take. It’s not the end of the world problem child. At least not yet anyway.”
Katsuki scoffed. “His mom probably won't help us. She’s probably the reason he’s gone in the first place. The bitch has always chosen his father over him. No matter what the reason.”
Aizawa and Kirishima sat there in shock. It was Kirishima who recovered the fastest. “That lady who's always with your mom? But Bakugou, she always seems so nice and understanding. There’s no way a sweet lady like her could just give up her son to someone so evil.”
“You didn’t know her,” Katsuki rubbed his hands down his face. “As kids, whenever his dad chose to come around it was always a shit show. He’d do nothing but complain about Deku and sometimes even get physical. His mom would just sit there and watch. Hell, even sometimes she would join in on tearing him down with her words. It wasn’t until we were older and he showed that he had a knack for inventing did they stop. At that point, we didn’t question it, just glad it did stop. But soon Izuku realized things he made would go missing, and they started pushing him to create other things. He got scouted by I-Island and he finally got away. Sure, he still talks to his mom, but usually he is careful with the information that he gives her.”
“So that means she has been an accomplice in this attack?” Aizawa asked.
Katsuki shrugged. “I would say so if she gave any information to All for One. I’m not sure how else he would’ve found out, but if she did, she would most likely know where they are keeping him.” Aizawa nodded.
“Alright. The first thing we are going to do when we get back to port is call in for a warrant for Inko Midoriya, pick her up, and get Tsukauchi to interrogate her. Next, we need to go over all known bases for the League and see if there is any new activity at any of them.”
Katsuki nodded in agreement. He only hoped that they would find Izuku soon.
Izuku sat in a comfy chair, peeling an orange, at the dingy underground bar that the League had commandeered, acting like he didn’t have a care in the world. In reality, he was freaking out about multiple things. His mom had sold him out to his dad, why he was surprised he didn't know. Next, he was trapped in this place with no way out. He was teleported to a room with a single mattress and a hole in the ground that he assumed was the toilet. He had rolled his eyes at that and had promptly attempted (and succeeded) in getting out. The security was horrible in this place, but he wasn’t letting his guard down just yet.
He was worried about how Katsuki was taking his kidnapping. He had faith that his firecracker would come for him come hell or high water, and he would do so with a vengeance. Izuku smiled a little at that thought and finally finished peeling the orange when someone teleported in.
Dabi leaned against the wall and just stared at him. It was only slightly unnerving, but Izuku wasn’t too worried, they needed him alive after all. He did however raise an eyebrow and addressed the other man.
“Why hello tall, dark, and crispy. Whatever did I do to be graced with your company?” He said sarcastically. He liked him, for a villain that is. He related to him by sharing a common problem, horrible parents. Nothing says bonding like trauma. Dabi sighed, but Izuku caught a small before he went back to his resting bitch face.
“Y’know kid, you don’t want to rile me up. I could burn you alive and not think twice about it.”
“You could yes,” Izuku said nonchalantly. “But you won’t because your boss would just kill you, and I know for a fact that you think I’m a kindred soul.” Dabit tilted his head and smirked.
“How so?”
“We both have shitty abusive parents, duh.” Izuku looked at him like he was oblivious. Dabi’s composure broke and he started laughing.
“God kid, you’re a riot. Whatever though. How did you get out of that room? We had it locked and everything.” Izuku shrugged.
“You ask that like it’s hard to break a lock.”
“You mean pick a lock?”
“I said what I said. Orange?” Izuku offered some of his orange, and Dabi was flabbergasted and finally sat down next to him taking a piece.
“So, what now?” Dabi asked nibbling on the orange.
Izuku shrugged and just stared at nothing. “I’m not sure, but you can count on me not following through with anything they say. It won’t be good for anyone. I want to help people, not hurt them. Besides I won’t be here very long anyway.”
Dabi chuckled. “I don’t think you should be telling me any of this kid. I could report you.” Izuku gave him a knowing look.
“Nah,” Izuku smirked. “See I know all about you, Touya Todoroki.” Dabi froze, eyes wide. “Yup, I know you all about your past, your shitty father, and how you still look out for your siblings no matter what. Anything I create for that bastard will, in some way, affect them. I don’t think you want that.”
Dabi just stared at him, words escaping him. There were a few minutes of silence before he spoke.
“So kid, you realize that there are no cameras or listening devices here.”
“I realized that yes. I trashed the TV into my ‘room’ if you can call it that. Prisoners in Tartarus have more than I do in there. It’s completely free of anything here.” Dabi nodded.
“So, you can’t stay here that’s for sure.”
“No duh.”
“So.” Dabi ignored the comment. “We need to get you outta here. Any ideas?”
Izuku thought for a moment and a slow, mischievous smirk started to appear on his face. “Y’know? I think I have JUST the idea.”