Tomura Shigaraki Rewritten (Fanfiction)

Chapter 41

There he stood, nervous eye contact and all. He was wearing a lengthy trench coat that barely reached to his knees, as he had always been of tall stature. His large hands were shoved into his pocket and his long silver hair was pulled back in a messy bun. His red eyes shifted from my gaze, to his shoes, with something like an embarrassed smile.

"What are you doing here?" I tried to make my voice sound loud, angry, frustrated, something—but all that came out was a breathy whisper of shock. Never had I imagined I would see him again. I never saw him in my past life once he left, and it never occurred to me he may appear now. My voice then rose a pitch, partly cracking. "What are you doing here?!" I repeated.

"Jikan, I know this is weird but—...," my mother began, trying to calm me down but I pushed past her, ignoring her.

I ran straight up to my father and grabbed him by the collar. "Why show up now?! I was happy without you! We were fine without you! Why show up now the moment I find my home—the moment I'm safe and reunited with them. You think you can just waltz back in here and—..."

"Jikan!" my mother shouted desperately. I paused, ripping my gaze away from my father's face and turning to look at my mother's face, welling with tears. "I don't want him here as much as you do but... he seemed desperate. He told me he needed to talk to you."

Something about the way her voice shook; her familiar stormy gray eyes pleading with me, made me stop. My mother let out a breath of relief as I let go of my father's collar. Hana slowly walked up behind my mother, silent shock on her face.

I then turned to my father again, this time, an eerie coolness to my voice. "You needed to see me? Why?"

"I know it probably hurt when I walked away all those years ago—...," he started. His voice was shaky, almost weak, as though he has been plagued with nightmarish sleep for the past decade.

I cut him off. "I don't need the pleasantries. Tell me why you are here," I demanded. My father cleared his throat. His face was so unfamiliar to me, he looked like a stranger. My father left when I was so young, I never had remembered his face. I never wanted to either.

"If I may..." He then motioned to my right wrist. I blinked at him in pointed suspicion, but held out my wrist anyway. He pulled my sleeves up my arm, running a hand along my bare wrist, where my tally marks indicating I had some sort of quirk were supposed to be.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, snatching back my wrist. My father had a pensive look on his face as he saw my reluctance. Was I being too obvious? Something odd was going on and I didn't like it.

With a worried glance, I looked back at my

mother and Hana. Hana looked upset, and I could tell my mother was trying her best to seem unbothered. I would imagine they wouldn't like the way.

I couldn't talk about my wrist either in front of them, as I was supposed to be quirkless, but my father seemed to know something was up. "Hana, mom, I'll be right back," I said as I pushed my way through the door and past my father.

I shut the door behind me before they could react, taking a deep breath and reluctantly turning to my father. "You needed to talk to me. Why?" I got straight to the point, trying to look anywhere but his sharp red eyes.

"You're not really quirkless right. You inherited my quirk," he said, trying to look into my eyes and grab my attention. This did, indeed, grab my attention. I gave him a sharp glare.

"What do you know?"

My father began shaking his head with distress, bringing both of his large hands up to his face. The familiar black tally marks were on his wrist. The ones I missed. The ones I had inherited. Only two out of the three were there. He must have used his quirk once today. The weird part was, I wouldn't have known. Everytime I used my quirk, All for One or my father would know because that was a part of their quirk. I however didn't inherit the ability to sense when others went back in time. My father could have used his quirk while he was here, with us, and I would never know.

"All for One... he was talking to me and—..."

"Talking to you?!" I shouted, my eyes widening in horrified shock. More than my father being here, this shocked me the most. All for One had told me a long time ago that he had stolen my father's quirk, before I had regressed. Clearly, All for One had not stolen my father's quirk in this life, but why had he been talking to him? Why was he involving himself with my family?

"So you do know him. It's true," my father's voice cracked. "I thought he was only scaring me—joking with me. I thought he wanted my quirk but he just kept talking about you and—..."

"What was he saying?" My voice was level, almost threatening. My teeth were clenched. My legs were shaking in fear but I didn't want my father to see. I didn't want such a man to think I was scared. I was too proud for that.

My father cleared his throat, possibly unsure of my reaction, whether I was upset with him or All for One. "He told me you used your quirk and went back in time. Years back in time. Sixteen to be exact. And I just—I couldn't believe it. The furthest I've been back was a couple minutes. I thought he was lying."

He must not have realized I went back in time because he did not have his quirk. But now that I had regressed, he had regained his quirk even though All for One stole it and had the quirk as well. I hadn't realized how powerful time travel was. I had duplicated a quirk.

"He then told me to warn you," my father continued on. I shivered. "He wanted me to tell you to stop. Stop trying to be a hero. Stop trying to save people... or villains. They've chosen their path in life and they don't need you to tell them there's something better. And the truth is—I agree with him. You aren't a hero, Jikan. Stop trying to be one."

I grew red with anger. "You think you can just come back into my life and act like you care?! I grew up without you! You just up and left one day and then you come back and expect to tell me how to live my life? Mom, Hana, me—We've been just fine!"

"Jikan, he told me he'd take my quirk if I didn't come and talk to you. You know how amazing and special this quirk is. I didn't want to lose it!"

"Selfish! You're so selfish!" I screamed, swinging my fists in the air. He stepped back slightly.

Maybe I was being too conceited. I wasn't a hero. I hadn't realized yet, but since I regressed, I've desperately wanted to be one. I've wanted to be the one to stand on top in the end, proud and worshiped. Maybe it wasn't just about saving my sister anymore. Maybe it was about saving everybody I could.

"Jikan, listen." My father's voice became urgent; low. I couldn't help but quiet down. But my breath was still heavy with rage. "He didn't give me much detail, but All for One is planning something. Something big. Quit causing danger for yourself and for the people around you. It won't end well."

It was almost like a premonition. He seemed so serious that I had no reason to doubt his words. But then again, he only came to me to save his own quirk.

I took a couple steps back, setting my hand on the door handle. "You've delivered your message, you've said enough for today. You should leave," I say.

My father frowns. "How's... How's Futoni by the way?" he asked. Futoni. That was my mother's name.

"She's fine. Perfectly fine without you," I responded curtly. "If you would like to know, before I went back in time, you never once tried to contact us after you left, and I hope that stays the same after now."

There was a sparkle in my father's eye and it made me want to gag. "That's incredible. It's amazing that you came back all this way—..."

"Tokei." That was my father's first name. "We're done here. Leave."

My father looked like he wanted to say more, but I was already opening the door. I felt like crying, but I kept a face of steel as I saw my mother and Hana's face peeking around a corner, a curious twinkle in their eyes.

"Bye, Jikan," my father whispered, loud enough so that only I could hear. "Be careful and remember what I said."

I didn't say bye. I only walked into the apartment, slammed the door, and didn't look back.