The Rewrite Project
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A dozen golden knives whizzed by in the air.
It was crazy how things had changed in less than two days. Two. Days. That was all that was necessary for her actual mission to be revealed. Denki felt stupid―more than he had in the past few years.
Mori never did things without a reason.
Denki dodged the whizzing projectiles, mentally cursing at himself; his mental reprogramming was taking too long even though he, without a doubt, needed his ability back, not his disadvantageous quirk-like remake―
He cursed again. He had to stay focused, he'd trained for this.
The only good thing about this was that she couldn't increase gravity in any way otherwise he would've been fucked.
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He stared at the gun in his hand.
Dazai hadn't been honest with Chuuya.
He looked at bodies littering the ground.
That was the closest already existing code they shared he could give.
Then back again.
But he still hadn't been honest with Chuuya.
Dazai shook his head, pushing the dark whirlwind threatening to take over him; he had something to do. Pasting a smirk on his face, he waited for the approaching footsteps to finally find him. And as he predicted, the number two hero was sent to get him as well.
Hawks. Takami Keigo.
Up to this day, the commission didn't waste any time.
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"Nakahara-san!"
Chuuya rubbed his temples to calm himself down and turned to the door, where a very exhausted Atsushi stood panting heavily all the while, "What do you want?"
The weretiger put a folder on Chuuya's desk and bowed in apology with a wry smile, "Sorry for barging in it's just that Izuku told me to give you this. It's from Dazai-san..."
He examined the folder. It was somewhat large but its contents clearly weren't papers; its shape was deformed like it contained a book, a chibi face of the sender himself giving a thumbs up and a wink and two names signed on the back―
A book.
Chuuya narrowed his eyes and picked up the folder, examining each side of it. He briefly glanced at the other one in the room, "Get out."
"R-right, I'll―"
"And get Denki."
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The halls were the same as he remembered.
On the other hand, they resembled the Shie Hassaikai headquarters quite a lot. From the eerily blank halls to the completely professional people walking about, the place had nailed its experimental atmosphere perfectly. Dazai didn't care about all of that.
In front of him was the door leading to the special abilities department.
You mustn't show emotion S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝.
Suddenly, he was plunged into darkness.
Don't resist.
His eyes adjusted and he finally saw where they were now.
Follow their movements.
Three double doors were displayed, the signs above them being used to identify where they led. Dazai was brought to the central one where a dark-haired woman was waiting with a cheery smile. He felt a wave of repulsion when he saw that face
You mustn't―
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Denki looked over his shoulder for the nth time as he managed to get away from the gravity nullifier; he swore there was someone near him...
"Denki-san."
Almost on instinct, he turned around and backed up, pointing the gun he'd gotten as he was escaping the younger Ozaki's attacks at the intruder with the safety off and trigger pulled. The person dodged with a yelp.
"It's me!" Izuku crossed his arms and frowned.
"...shouldn't you be hospitalized?" he didn't put the gun away but he did put it down, cautiously watching Izuku.
He hadn't dyed his hair. Neither of them had, actually.
"I escaped when I heard what was happening," Izuku pulled the brunette along, "I first felt like doing it when the group chat was suddenly deleted, then I heard about what happened back in Yokohama."
Denki didn't resist but his eyes widened at the other boy's words, "What happened back in Yokohama?!"
"I thought checking the news was your hobby," he sighed and extended a hand, "Give me a piece of paper, things will go easier that way."
"Why would I― never mind, here," he found a notebook in the bag he'd conveniently not lost during the whole ordeal. Denki watched as his companion came to a stop.
At that same moment, Izuku's eyes started glowing, green shimmering lettering bursting out of the paper to surround him like an orbital shield before individual letters and words pasted themselves on the papers as if there was an invisible printer at work; the process went on until his eyes stopped glowing. Izuku sighed, relaxing his body which had become tense at some point.
Denki just stared, "...hold on, wha―"
"Questions later. Read," the white-haired boy rubbed his temples, "Now."
The former mafioso decided to do as told, scanning the reports―the two reports, he noticed―for a moment until something caught his eye.
'Former Yakuza leader Overhaul found dead near UA high: First Stain, now Overhaul, Who's next!?'
Denki frowned. He recognized that man somewhere...
He looked through the report again before he found the name he was looking for.
Chisaki Kai.
Mori's student, ofcourse.
Someone tapped his shoulder.
He lifted head at the the touch of the boy's hand on his shoulder, not bothering to hide his annoyance and exhaustion, "What?"
Izuku pulled him deeper into the alley they'd found and put a finger to his lips; he gestured at the sky.
Ah shit, she found them.
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"It was nice to meet you, S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝-kun!"
"...where..."
"Ne, S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝-kun, what does the outside look like? I've never been there!"
"...did..."
"It's fine, S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝-kun! You don't have to answer."
"...you..."
"S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝-kun?"
"...go..?"
"S̷̗̄̕̕H̷̪̝̹̖̥̯̹̟̭̐́̍̄̚U̶̥̖͔͕͙̞̣̩̎͝U̶̝̲̫̖̙͙̱̒́̏̒J̸̮̏̀́͂͂̓̓I̸̧̥͕͊̈͊̈͗̋̂̋͑-KUN!"
Dazai stared at the woman with unseeing eyes. He remembered this place like it was yesterday; the labyrinthine halls circling around a glass laboratory, shells of humans walking by, the stench of blood and chemicals, the stark contrast of blinding whiteness and disorienting darkness found at every corner along with the traps, cameras and punishments.
Nothing had changed.
Not even Dazai.
"S̶̡̘̳̰͙̮̱͛̋̕͘͠h̵̥͕̘̦̱̳͓̽̃̔̀̀̕͠u̸̡̻̓̌͆u̸̢͎̱͓̹͌̂͌́͝ͅj̵̇ͅi̶̱͍͇̣̝̞̭͂̆̓̏̕͝-kun, you're like... my brother!"
Not even Shuuji.