Seven Bridges Road: An Erasermic Fanfic

Part 2: Bargain.

Chapter 5

Who does this fucker think he is? Mic thought, working his jaw to activate the recorder in his speaker. People don't come back from being filleted like that, from nearly having their head torn off, having every vital organ shredded.

He thinks my grief will make me manipulated so easily? He took a breath, trying to calm himself, and wiped the tears from his eyes. He knew he was never going to see Shouta again, not in this lifetime. The fact that this bastard was toying with his heart only added to his rage.

"Yah," He said, trying hard to keep his voice even. "How?"

The man walked into the dim light of the morgue, revealing himself at last.

Mic was not impressed.

A short, fat, elderly man with a handlebar mustache and thick, round glasses, wearing a doctor's coat. Hardly looked like a criminal mastermind.

"I happen to know a certain criminal organization that has specialized in turning dead men into living monsters." He said, his voice warm, like a grandfather telling his grandkids a story. "They find certain quirks highly desirable, and they are willing to offer you their services in return for Eraser. See, their methods of restoring life do not have to result in a Nomu. They can simply halt the process before the mutation part, resulting in an individual returned to sound health of both body and mind. A very good trade, if you ask me. A life for a quirk."

"Aizawa would rather die than lose his quirk...or would rather stay dead." Mic said with distain.

The old man chuckled. "He doesn't have to lose anything. He can keep his quirk; we would simply make a copy." He took a few steps closer. "You said it yourself; you are not ready to say goodbye. Allow me to take the body, and in four days your husband will come home to you."

Yah, Mic thought, Come home and beat the crap out of me for handing his body to a mad scientist.

But...they had no idea where these Nomu were coming from. No idea who was making them or even why. If they didn't get to the bottom of it more people were going to die. More civilians were going to die, more heroes. UA would be releasing another round of students into this slaughter, students he had watched grow, students that Shouta has spent countless hours teaching how to be a hero.

He would never admit it, not one to show affection easily, but Shouta loved his students. He would do anything to protect them and see them thrive as heroes.

Would he use himself as bait to draw out the villains?

Yes.

There wasn't a doubt in Mic's mind that the answer was yes. If he thought there was even the slightest chance of putting an end to the bloodshed, Shouta would do it.

And this could be his way in too. A doorway to the vengeance he so desperately wanted. Once he knew who was behind this, who was actually behind it, he could make his fantasy of watching them die a realty. Shouta could be the last hero to die at the hands of these monsters.

His death wouldn't simply be another hero lost in a long line of hero deaths. It would not just be another tombstone forgotten by a society numb to their sacrifices.

His death could be the final nail in these sick bastard's coffin, the catalyst to their downfall.

But...he knew what he was risking. Not just Eraser, but his own formidable quirk as well. Was it worth it? He felt that rage eating away at him, gnawing from the inside out, and knew he had already made the decision.

Mic climbed to his feet, his eyes narrowed at the man before him. "He's not going anywhere without me." He said. "You want a copy of Eraser, sure, but I am staying with him." He walked forward until he was towering over the doctor. "And if you don't fulfil your end of the bargain, my voice is going to be the last thing your ever hear."