The Last Piece Of Him

Chapter 1- The surprise in the lab

Eyo, it's a me, Mario! Nah jk jk that's been stuck in my head the whole day. Yep, it's another bnha fanfic but stfu bc it's my comfort space also I made this one in a dream lol.

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There's a certain way Shigiraki Tomura likes things to be done, one of them is to always know what's being done and how, so you can imagine his displeasure at still not knowing what doctor Garaki was scheming. A week or so ago, he had been summoned, by Garaki to the lab, when he arrived the first thing the doctor did was draw his blood. And yet, Shigiraki still did not know why, because neither Garaki, nor his master were telling him anything. So now, Shigiraki is sitting in the bar, at the counter, complaining to Kurogiri.

"This is my game! Why won't anyone tell me what's going on?! It's not fair!" He yelled out, slamming the wooden table.

"Young Master, please elaborate?" Asked Kurogiri, the ever patient caretaker.

"The doctor! And master! No one is telling me anything! Their treating me like some npc!" As Shigiraki continued to complain and yell, making Kurogiri realize he might have had a little too much to drink.

"Young master, how many glasses have you had?" He questioned as he slowly took the half-empty glass from him.

"What? I don't know. I don't count useless things."

Silence followed after Shigiraki's previous grumble, that was until, his head shot up with a mischievous grin plastered over his face. Kurogiri sighed as he watched Shigiraki get up and start stumbling away.

"Young master? Where are you going?" Shigiraki laughed softly at Kurogiri's question.

"To unlock my little side quest." Shigiraki's very obvious game reference only made Kurogiri sigh as he turned to washing the glass.

Shigiraki went on, wobbling through the hallway, straight to the doctor's lab. When he reached the large concrete doors, he raised his hand, only momentarily feeling the cold hard material before it disappeared into dust. Garaki turned his head and gazed upon the pile of debris on the floor.

"Young master, to what do I owe the pleasure?"  Shigiraki ignored the man's sarcasm and stormed forward.

"Shut the hell up. I want to know what's going on!" Garaki gave him a confused look as he raised his hands innocently.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, my blood. Why did you draw my blood?" Garaki sighed and gave in, dropping his hands to his sides he spoke.

"I needed it for a.... Project." Shigiraki noticed the way the doctor's eyes travelled to a spot that was circled by white curtains, concealing whatever was behind them.

Shoving past the doctor, Shigiraki made his way straight to the curtains.

"Young master! Wait, it's not ready yet! It's faulty!" Yelled the doctor, trying to latch onto his sleeve.

"If it's faulty, why the hell is it still here?!" Yelled Shigiraki in return.

When he reached the curtains, he yanked them open. To his shock, was a bed, with a person on it. He turned to Garaki and gave him a confused and aggravated glare.

"What the hell, Garaki?" He hissed, pointing to the girl on the bed.

"Ah young master, I can explain. This is why we needed your blood." Shigiraki gave him a confused expression, urging him to continue explaining.

"You see, she's made from your blood. Well, mostly. Her body is some person master brought me, but her DNA was altered to match your blood so that she could develop your quirk, then we combined her- uhm- your DNA with a nomu's! And now we have the perfect nomu!"