The Pied Piper of Musutafu

He may not be Thalia but he'll try his best

"Why didn't you say anything?" Hizashi asked, half asleep from Shouta running his fingers through the blonde's hair. "Shouta knee you for 3 years and you never told him." 

"Because it wasn't my tale to tell." Amahiko smiled, back in his younger form. "You may have only been mine for a few days but I will keep your secrets." 

"Can I…can I take your picture? I want to show Grandpa he wasn't crazy." 

"I didn't mean to scare him." Amahiko grimaced. 

"He talked about you when he was drunk for years." Hizashi giggled, a bit too emotionally worn out to censor his words. "He even has a sign. Where the angel that brought me my grandson crashed." 

"Forget the photo, I'll visit him in person." 

Hizashi laughed and fell asleep in his husband's arms.

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Amahiko yawned, walking up to the upscale restaurant, mist wrapped around him so cameras wouldn't see him. 

The battle at the USJ had taken a lot out of him, forced to walk the thin line between mortal shell and deadly nova. 

"Party room?" Amahiko said, smiling at the hostess who paled minutely. 

"This way, sir." She said, leading him through the throngs of customers enjoying 500 dollar meals, and past the bar. 

"Through that door, sir." She said, bowing low, Amahiko slipping her a very good tip, before almost running back to her lecturn. 

There was a guard outside, hand so close to slipping under his suit jacket but Amahiko's eyes glowed golden, and he relaxed.

"Old one." He said, bowing his head and opening the door. 

Amahiko slipped inside to see three men playing mahjong, a dozen men hiding tattoos and guns under their suits standing nearby, chatting over expensive drinks. 

One of the players saw him first, grinning widely and he set down his hand, silver hair almost white in the lightning. "Ryujin-sama." 

"Ishihara." Amahiko grinned. "Miharu. Inkichi. It's been a while. Room for one more?" 

"For you, old freind, always." Ishihara said, grinning. 

Amahiko grinned and sat down, waiting to be dealt a hand. 

One of the kobun asked Amahiko what he wanted to drink and in response Amahiko wove the light into a goblet, Nectar glowing within. 

"I have always wondered what your drinks taste like." Miharu said, cuff undone so Amahiko could see the spider Lilies on his wrist. 

"Perhaps I shall gift you some on your deathbed." Amahiko smiled, reminding the three Oyabun at the table exactly what he was. 

"As much as we enjoy your company, Old one." Inkichi began,  "rarely do you come for pleasure." 

Amahiko sighed. "You know me well. I'm looking for someone. He hurt one of mine." The god growled. 

Miharu downed his drink. "May the god's have mercy on him in the next life." He said. 

Amahiko waved his hand, an illusion of Kurogiri forming. "This was one of the front runners in the attack one of my Rats was injured in. They called themselves The League of Villains. One favor for a lead, two for a positive location and five for a live capture." 

The oyabun looked startled. "I'll see what I can do." Miharu said, waving for another drink to be delivered. "Got a name?" 

"Kurogiri. A portal type warp quirk. He can extend his body to form portals but also create them without contact or even line of sight.  He was the warper who took my other kill from me." 

Inkichi blinked. "Ryujin-sama. Someone escaped you?" 

Amahiko shrugged. "I had a injured Rat, 20 kids and their injured teacher behind me and almost 300 villains before me. It was a rough fight." 

All of the Oyabun and some of the kobun looked impressed, one even whistling. 

"Your Rat is a teacher at U.A?" Ishihara asked. 

"Yes. He was injured by this monster." 

The illusion was added to, Kurogiri moving off to the side and a 6 inch Nomu taking his place. 

"What is that?" Miharu asked. 

"It had multiple quirks and no free will." Amahiko said, the illusion moving as an illusory Amahiko leapt into battle, replaying the events at the USJ.

Ishihara hummed. "I will help you. These monsters must not be allowed to multiply. My family will help put them down." 

"Did it just regrow its head?" Miharu said. 

"Twice." Amahiko growled. "I thought it died the first time and my Rat was injured as a result." 

The three Oyabun watched the rest of the battle in shock, the kobun silent as they also watched, some edging away from Amahiko as if he would turn his blade against them. 

"And they called themselves the League of Villains?" Ishihara asked. "The name is ringing a bell." 

"Sir?" One of the kobun spoke up. 

"Yes?" Inkichi said, leaning back to face his kobun.

"Giran mentioned the League a few weeks ago. He said it was a new client backed by an old player and bought support gear and medical equipment from a couple of our businesses. Here, I have the records on my phone." 

Amahiko stayed silent, letting the Yakuza boss question his own subordinate. It would be rude otherwise. 

Amahiko was quickly given an address in Kamino ward that the order had been dropped at. 

"One favor." Amahiko said. "You know how to get in touch if you find anything else. Thank you." 

"If you need more fighters, let me know." Ishihara said and Amahiko gave the elderly crime lord a fond smile. "Thank you." 

"Before you go, how's Meri?" Ishihara asked, setting down his tiles. 

Amahiko smiled. "She made a deal." 

Ishihara looked relieved. "Thank you." 

"Oh, before I go, that guy smoking is a traitor." 

Amahiko vanished to the sound of guns being drawn.