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Gran Torino, as he was professionally known, was ecstatic.
His idiot student had actually done something useful for a change.
Midoriya Izuku, the child with a rapidly growing underground bounty on his head, his own idiot student’s protégé, would be seeing him for his little week of work study.
It had been a gamble, children often would go for familiar or current names, not retired old heroes who they had probably never heard of before… but good old, stupid Toshinori, had convinced the little zygote to come to him.
It was going to be the easiest payday he ever received.
Even easier than selling out Nana Shimura.
With that in mind, he dialed an old but unforgettable number he hadn’t used in decades. He waited for the dial tone to end, but not for anyone to speak.
“I’m calling regarding a missing puppy. I hear there’s a reward for the little guy.”
“ Where? ” a raspy and young sounding voice responded through the phone.
“The puppy is on his way. A friend of mine is sending him here to be picked up. He’ll be here in about an hour. He’ll be playful, perhaps on edge when he arrives. So if you come tonight, after he falls asleep, you’ll be golden.”
“... You’ll receive the money once we have him. ”
“Sure young whippersnapper. Just let your dad know who found him.”
He heard the phone call end without another word. With a chuckle, he began to prepare for Midoriya’s arrival.
Just because he called the man requesting Izuku’s life, didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun in the meantime.
He just needed to find the sausage and ketchup....
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“He looks so… peaceful,” the raggamuffin looking boy with horribly chapped lips and neck scars commented.
“Yeah. He’s deep asleep right now. Probably wouldn’t wake from anything at this point. Tired him out and gave him some special sleep medicine. He’ll be easy to transport,” Sorahiko said with a smile. The kid was certainly lively. Much like the puppy cover he had used over the phone for his pick up.
Tomura reached out and gently held a bit of Izuku’s curly hair between two fingers. The sleeping boy didn’t move, unaware of the current company.
“Sensei wasn’t happy with me hurting him before. He should be pleased when he’s back in his… kennel .”
“I’m sure he will be. He wouldn’t offer as much for his reward unless it was what he wanted.”
“Kurogiri,” Tomura said, ignoring Sorahiko, “Get him out of here.”
A mass of black and purple smoke smothered Izuku, pulling him seemingly deeper into the mattress until he had disappeared entirely.
“Hehe. And now, for the fun part,” Sorahiko chuckled. Tomura looked at the older man in confusion. Sorahiko’s smile shifted into a near dark grimace. “Start dusting things zygote. Make it look like the devil himself went through here.”
Tomura blinked in confusion as the older man walked away.
“You’ll want enough dust for… two bodies at least. And a little extra for how empty the house will look. Go ahead. Wreck it. I need to look dead so they don’t question me. Got it?”
“Yeah… I got it,” Tomura said calmly. Quick as a viper, he reached his hand out to grab Gran Torino. But faster than Tomura could blink, he vanished.
“Nice try young whippersnapper… but you’re not fast enough to kill me. And I doubt you’re stupid enough to leave loose ends. I’d get to dusting boy. Want to spread your infamy don’t you?”
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The next morning, news crews gathered around an unassuming house, hearing how a hero student had been killed, along with their mentor.
The next morning, Sorahiko had gotten his generous funds for giving a wealthy man information on his lost puppy and had left the country to move to the Caribbean.
The next morning, Izuku woke up, his limbs sore from the erratic training from All Might’s old teacher, only to find himself in a room he didn’t recognize, surrounded by soft, plush toys and equally soft furniture, with a terrifyingly large man wearing a skull mask was watching over him.
The next morning was the first morning in nearly a decade that All for One had been able to be by his little boy’s side to say good morning.