Villain, Hero, or maybe even none of it... -BnHA fanfiction/ Villain OC

Chapter 1: Recruitment

In a small bar, not far away from the Villain district, the man who I was meeting up with, was suppose to meet me there. It was a pretty small bar, with not more, than a couple of chairs, tables and a ripped All Might poster. At the counter, a guy made out of black mist tried to ask me: "What would the fine Sir like to drink?"

I answered without any enthusiasm: "A Gin Tonic with ice." After serving me the drink, the man in black mist asked : "Well what brings you here, there aren't really many people, who visit this bar, especially alone."

"Well, I'm actually suppose to meet someone with the name Giran, but it doesn't seem that he is coming any time soon..." Were the words I said, before someone entered the bar. After some further looking, It turned to be no other, than Giran itself: "Well hello, sorry for my late appearance, but as usually, I had some other stuff I've dealt with first." were his first words after entering this shady bar.

The man in the black mist seemed to have expected him, after saying: "Well you took your time, but anyways, is this the man you wanted to introduce us to?" After realizing he meant me, I looked around and asked myself, if this really is the League of Villains.

"Yes, he is Kurogiri, but don't let yourself get fooled by his appearance, he is capable to do more than you would think!" smirked Giran proudly, after thinking he found the perfect Villain, even although I don't see myself as a Villain. But the problem is, the system sees me like that and that's what's important to society. This damned society, that thinks Heroes are any better than Villains, even though they aren't... Just because they got a license to hurt others, different than Villains, BUT THEY AREN'T!!! NO, THEY AREN'T!!! SCUM, THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE!!!

But back to the story...

"Well, let's hope he is as promising, as you say, Tomura come in!!!" sayed the man called Kurogiri. Right after that, a man called Tomura Shigaraki, who was after the infamous USJ Incident known as the leader of the Villain Alliance.

"Hmm, from your appearance, you look like a normal civilian..." said the guy, with the severed hand on his face, before his next words came out of his mouth: "But i like the aura of the scar on your face, that makes you look, like some undead corpse. In fact, if you look REALLY closely, your hole Body reminds me of a zombie!"

He was right. I do look like a corpse sometimes. That's just the price i have to pay for my damn Quirk... I learned to love the Quirk I have, but I wasn't always thinking like this...

Back in my school days, I wasnt older than 15, but thanks to my Quirk I looked like a weird Corpse with that scar of mine. I was missing a part of my skin, that was attached to my lips on the left side of my face, that way, you were able to see my teeth, which was scary for the other students. Most boys avoided me and the girls didn't even wanted to look at me. For most this scar was a reason to avoid me, but for some others, it was a reason to make fun of me...

I was at the school breaks always trying to hide from my bullies, because they wanted to try break my body again, and again... After some time, at the end of the school year, the teachers asked us, what we wanted to become. Like most people my, bullies wanted to become heroes, for whatever reason. After I heard this, I was starting to break out of laughter, because I just couldn't imagine these assholes becoming heroes and their Quirks also weren't the best.

After that, the whole class looked at me, like I was some piece of meat. Right after class ended, I headed home to get some rest, but after my bullies started to cut off my way, I knew they weren't happy at my reaction...

A few moments later, they easily overwhelmed me. I was about to get used as a sandback, but before that happened, the leader of the squad came closer to me. He began to hold small speech, like some spoiled brat: "Well if you look at that, the guy who laughed at us, the ignorant brat, that thinks we can't become heroes, because he thinks we are not good enough!"

I answered swift, but aggressive: "Well that's because a Hero is someone, you should be able to look up to, like a rolemodel, not some piece of shit, who didn't even saw the real darkness of this world. But that's for idiots that have an iq below toast, to hard, to realize!"

That...

...was a GIGANTIC relief to say, because than school was still going on, I couldn't even say a single negative thing, without the chance of getting bullied, becoming even bigger. But now, that school ended, I was finally able to say whatever I wanted, without fearing getting bullied the next day in school.

However, as reliefed I was, the others around me, who had control over me, weren't as reliefed, as I was. The leader of the group got a maleficent smile on his face and as soon as his mouth started to move, he said: "Well, I don't know what we did to you, to hate us this much, but we are happy to announce that, thanks to some special recommendations from our HERO-parents, we will go to the hero course on a high rated Hero-school, so don't worry, we will become Heroes, worthy to be called rolemodels. In the time of us becoming Heroes, you spend your entire time as WcDonalds, or even WORSE!!!"

*click* And just like that, something turned the switch on, in me. Something like an inspiration...

I asked myself how these faggots could become Heroes?! I mean, seriously, they have NOTHING, that could make them look like someone, you wanted to become like... Then, why do... DO I LOOK LIKE, I'M THE ONE, WHO HAS NOTHING!?

But in this moment, I realized something, something that would change my way of thinking... both Heroes and even Villains...

The Villains are the good ones, that get oppressed by the Heroes. Heroes that are so rotten to the core, that every kind of reformation, would be wasted ressources. And the probably worst part is, that the society believes, the Heroes are the righteous ones, EVEN THOUGH THEY AREN'T!!!

"Well this was fun! Let's go guys, grab some food at Darius future Workplace HAHAHA!"sayed the spoiled brat, right before trying to leave. But right before that could happen, I gently touch his neck...

*CRRRAAAAACCKK*

Right before he could turn to check who grabbed his neck, a loud flesh ripping sound appeared. In that moment, some weird looking pulsating claws grew out of my hand. These blueish claws wrapped around my hand like some living armor, only that this armor had knifes attached to it. Where the head of the spoiled brat was, is now a piece of spine reaching out, while a massive fountain of blood sprinkles out of it...

In that moment the atrocity of a student called Darius, turned into the nightmare of every Hero, the bane of every society.

The title he gave himself was...

Grievous...

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