Villian Deku:
Explosions erupted around the street that had become a battlefield. Cement, brick and metal lay crumbled and twisted on the assault, smoke and flame causing more chaos and panic as civilians fled to safety. A small group of villains had ambushed an armored truck on it’s route to a museum, the cargo full of valuables for the new hero exhibit that was being built to honor the fallen heroes of the past 5 years.
“Dynamite, we need your assistance on -xxx- street. Multiple SS rank villains in the area.” A voice indicated through the earpiece Katsuki wore. He could see the smoke as he propelled himself through the air, across allies and streets as quick as he could. He was only a few blocks away from his next destination thankfully. He quickly replied, confirming his ETA.
He reached the roof line as another round of explosions erupted from the street below. He smirked as he scanned the area, jumping down and landing behind the now flipped truck. He crept around, seeing the notorious villain Dabi a short distance away. He was fighting against one of the sidekicks from Hawk’s agency, the poor guy barely avoiding the intense fire that was being thrown at him.
Within seconds, Kasuki propelled himself toward the villain when his back was turned. The explosions from his palms doing little to give away his advances before slamming into Dabi’s back. He too advantage of the villain writhing under him in an attempt to gain back the breath he lost. Shoving the scared face down into the pebbled cement with a hot palm, his knee presiing into Dabi’s back as he searched for his quirk deactivating cuffs.
He kept an eye out for any other villains that were close by, his hands habitually finding the cuffs with little trouble. Red eyes narrowed as none of the other villian came close to him when their fallen teammate. In fact, they all seemed to back away quickly and making themselves busy with other heroes or side kicks. Something wasn’t right with what was happening, but Katsuki couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
Katsuki’s attention was brought back to the villian he had apprehended as a deep laugh filled the air. Dabi laughed loudly as he relaxed under the hero’s hold, letting the cuffs click around his wrists without any struggle.
“What the fuck is your problem, huh?” Bakugo yelled. He was getting irritated, this bastared had a plan and Bakugo wanted to know what it was.
“You will find out, don’t you worry~” Dabi smirked, a malicious smile on his face. Bakugo growled as he pulled the villain onto his feet, pushing him toward some of the awaiting cops that where a few blocks away. He groaned in annoyance as he kept his eye out, scanning the area as he felt a knot form in his stomach. Something was wrong, and Katsuki knew that he couldn’t do anything to prevent it.
A large thump sounded behind him as dirt and small pebbles rushed past his feet in the sudden breeze, a chill running down the blond’s spine in response. He turned and his stomach dropped, his eyes growing wide as he saw the person that was now standing a few feet behind him.
“I thought I said to leave Dynamite to me?!” The figure stated in an irritated tone. Dabi shook his head as another laugh left him, this time that crazy gleam in his eye returned as he looked at the hero. Bakugo couldn’t help the sudden burst of emotions that rushed forward as he looked at the smaller figure, his mind not able to process what was happening.
The smaller male wore his usual black, armored jumpsuit that was designed after his hero suit. The metal mask that covered the lower half of his face now black with large scratches prominently on display next to the pink scar that carved it’s way over a freckled cheek and into an eyebrow. Muscular arms flexing as he tightened the green cloves that went up to his elbows. Long green hair pulled back into an elastic as a few strands blew in the breeze.
He looked almost exactly the same as he did before he left UA. Almost. Bakugo looked into those round green eyes that now stared down the hero with an intense glare. Those once happy and determined eyes didn’t look the same. All that looked back at him was a manic glint that examined him for any move. Anyone else would think that Deku was happy by the look he wore, but Bakugo knew the difference. He knew that this new glint was swarming with something much deeper, it was pain and anger that was forced and turned to be excitement.
“Izuku…” Bakugo whispered. He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in months. He had heard rumors that the hero had joined the League but refused to believe it. Even when his old classmates described fights against him while on patrol, or the CCTV that showed what looked like to be the hero running along side the anarchistic group.
Not until now when Izuku was standing in front of him. No way to blame a burry camera or that people were mistaken when they identified the hero as the man they fought. There was no way for him to deny that who was in front of him was indeed the beloved young hero, Deku.
What happened to him?
“Oh Bakugo, it’s so good to see you.” Izuku said with a giggle, his arms opening wide like he was waiting for a hug. “I have been DYING for the chance to run into you.”
That voice made Bakugo’s hair stand on the back of his neck. There was so much malice in the tone. The giggle more irrational and creepy than it ever was before.
Red eyes watched, frozen in his place, as Deku walked up to the him. Until his face was right next to his shoulder, his breath sounding louder as it reverberated against his mask. “But I wouldn’t say that name, if I were you. That person is dead, just like you wanted. I did what you wanted me to do all those years ago.” He whispered with an amused tone, before pulling away and turning his back to the blond.
Bakugo frowned. What did he mean? How could Izuku Midoriya be dead when he is standing right in front of him.
“I jumped Dynamite.” He stated flatly, his hand gesturing with a roll of his wrist.
Bakugo’s eyes widened in realization as he followed the gesture to the top of the nearest building. His heart ran cold as he felt his eyes begin to water, his grip on the cuffed villain loosening as he dropped his gaze to the ground. Dread filled him as his mind felt numb, horrified with the image that kept replaying even when he closed his eyes.
“Let’s have some fun, hero.”
Bakugo frowned, his resolution and commitment forcing him to shoved Dabi to the ground. A loud ‘uff’ coming from the him when he hit the ground, no hands to catch his fall. Red eyes watched as Deku got into a fighting stance, green lightening beginning to caress and flicker around the black suit. The sight was terrifyingly beautiful.
Dynamite couldn’t help but hesitate, his body falling into a habitual defensive stance. How was he supposed to fight his childhood friend? How was he supposed to beat Deku?
Villian Deku is a terrifying thought
HAAA! I want to write a full fanfic with this scene… but allas I already have too many in the rough draft phase to even try to come up with a plot. Hopefully soon I will be able to get back to this angsty idea and not forget about it until I run a crossed it in the very distant future and kick myself for forget such an awesome premises...
See you soon lovies.
