Together We Will Live Forever | An ABO Fanfic (DekuBaku)

Chapter 27: Ariadne's Red Thread of Fate

Thursday, May 1 — Friday, May 2

THURSDAY, May 1

One could tell something strange was going on between Katsuki, Shinso, and Shouto on the last day of April and the first day of May. These three students' social circles never really interacted with one another before. Katsuki had his tight-knit Bakusquad gang while Shouto was part of the Dekusquad, sans Deku. Shinso had his own small group of snarky, sarcastic students of 3-B he'd hang out with. But the morning of Thursday, they were thick as thieves, huddled together at Shinso's desk in the Investigation Course classroom. Not many students were around since most shamelessly decided to enjoy their vacation instead of working on the rigorous UA curriculum.

Which is why those extras will never be top students, Katsuki proudly thought. They only do the bare minimum.

Mirko was conveniently absent, having to pull pro hero duty on one of the busiest days of the year. Which left the three all alone in the classroom.

"Well, I ran a search for Gouhouteki Warehouse and finally found the site," Shinso announced.

"Took you long enough," Katsuki grumbled to Shinso's left, snacking on a large bag of spicy potato chips, his third one of the day.

"Hey!" Shinso called out. "The dark web hasn't been easy to navigate ever since the former NPSC tightened security after the Great War. I had to filter through a lot of false leads to find it."

"Okay, how do you know if this is the right one?" Shouto asked, a pen and notepad in hand, ready to write down information.

"Because of that," Shinso replied, pointing at a black screen with simple typewriter text in neon green with the name of 'Gouhouteki Warehouse' written across the screen and a little icon of a package between the words. "It's plain and unassuming. Perfect for running an illegal business." Underneath the title of the business was an enter button. Shinso scrolled over the button with the mouse and clicked. Out popped a text box saying 'ENTER PASSWORD'.

"Password?" Katsuki said, leaning forward, crumbs falling from his shirt. "Do we have a password, Eye Bags?"

Shinso was sweating. "Fuck. Um...no?"

"Why would you need a password to enter a website?" Shouto wondered, scribbling notes on his notepad.

"I- I don't know! It's probably a security question, like answering with a phrase when entering a shady business! Only those who probably met Giran personally were probably given a password," Shinso explained as best he could. "Sorry, Bakugou. Without a password, this is as far as we can get."

"Fuckin' dammit!" Katsuki cussed, leaning back on his seat.

"Well, at least we know Giran is connected to Dr. Koufuu. Maybe we can catch him and interrogate him for info," Shouto added. "Perhaps we may have to get Endeavor involved."

"Giran ain't the type to crack easily. I heard from Endeavor that he was tortured by Re-Destro, had his fingers chopped off and nearly beaten to death. He still didn't give out info," Katsuki claimed. "We'll have to exchange something of value to weasel info out of him."

"And what would that be?" Shinso asked.

"I don't fucking know. We have to find him first," Katsuki replied. He sighed and tossed the empty bag of junk food into the trash can.

"Easier said than done," Shinso muttered, exiting the website.

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Hawks woke up with a terrible headache. He gently touched his head, feeling a bandage wrapped around his skull. The pro hero looked around at his surroundings, noticing that he was in a glass-like cage inside a dark, vast room with many vents, large piping with liquid flowing through it, and glass jars with strange-looking organic material within.