The Imprisoned Hero

What If...

What if Overhaul found me when I was in need of someone and he brought me down the path of villainy? It would be a completely different story, now would it?

I sat at the park after my graduation party was over. Both Endeavor and All Might had to return to their work and left me. My mother wasn't even present at the party and yet she tried to make up for all those years. She could never make up those lost years because she was too selfish to look after her own daughter. I sighed as I looked up into the stars.

"I wonder how you're doing up there," I said. "Probably not much better than where I am." I chuckled to myself as I stared into the stars. "I really miss you dad. I don't know if you can hear me, but please help me out. I am in need of help."

"In need of help?"

I turned my head and saw there was someone walking towards me. They were wearing a suit and a black surgical mask over their face. They had a pale complexion, but a sturdy build. They had a golden color in their eyes and three piercings running down their left ear. They had short auburn hair and wore white gloves. 

"What kind of help are you going to offer?" I asked.

"Seems like you're in need of a helping hand."

"What makes you think that?"

"I was closely watching you."

"I can call the police on you to report you. You're such a stalker," I sighed.

"Not a stalker. I am just recruiting people."

"Recruiting?"

"Yes. You should join me and my gang."

"Gang?"

"Well, we're not really a gang. More of like a very serious family."

I shook my head, "I think you've got the wrong person, buddy. I'm tried of being in a family."

"But this is a family where we look after one another," they said. "A family that can give you a place in your life. I saw how your mother treated you. She looked at you as if you were nothing. You screamed and yelled at her for not being in your life. She was absent from your life. I'll tell you what, we are the opposite of that. We are not absent and we will be there for you. Isn't that what families should do? Support one another and be there to listen to your problems? If you're saying yes to yourself, then you should come with me."

"Why should I? You're just some strange person who is looking for people. For all I know, you could either kill me or even rape me."

"That is filthy," they said. "Criminals committed of rape are sick in their minds. They need a cure."

"You can't cure people like that."

"But we can get rid of people like that."

"This conversation is going nowhere."

"If you're interested," they handed me something. "Give us a call." They put their hands in their pockets and walked away.

I looked at the business card they had given me. It had 'Shie Hassaikai' on the front and on the back was their contact info. What they were saying, it sounded like they knew how to take care of one another. What am I saying? That person is a criminal and is with one of the few yakuzas that are still around. Why should I be doing business with them? They're trouble makers. But with the history of the yakuza, they have honor to uphold to their boss. They have to repay a mistake they do and they're all sort of like outcasts. I looked down at the card once more and thought about it. This person came to me when I was in pain. They understood my pain. Maybe they've gone through the pain I have experienced.

A couple days after my encounter with that yakuza member, it was time for me to make a decision. Was I going to join them? I took out the card and called the number that was on it. I waited for a while until someone answered the phone.

"State your name and business," a high pitched voice asked. This didn't sound like the person who I met.

"The name is Y/N L/N and someone gave me a business card a couple days ago."

"Who was that?"

"I don't know. They were wearing a black surgical mask."

"I know who you're talking about," they said before I could finish. "Please hold."

I was put on hold for about five minutes before someone answered the phone.

"I see you decided to give us a call," the person said. It sounded like the same person I met. 

"I want to take you up on your offer."

"I see. If you're interested, just meet me where you were a couple days ago tonight."

"Alright," I said.

"Before you go, the name is Overhaul," he said and hung up.

I paced around the park as the moon got higher and higher into the sky. I tried to make it look like I was a normal person walking around. 

"Where the hell is he?"

"Hello there," he said and walked over to me. "Mimic told me your name is Y/N. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come follow me, Y/N."

I followed him out of the park, into town, and then into a nice house. He opened the door and I followed. I slipped off my shoes and he walked over to an area where there was a nice plant. He picked it up, pressed a few things in the floor boards, and a door opened up. I followed him down some stairs and into a room with two couches and a table. There were two people in the room. One was wearing a white coat with their hood up. They had this plague doctor looking mask. Same with the other one. But the other one was a small looking rag that was walking around.

"That's Chrono and Mimic," Overhaul said. "Mimic is the director of the Shie Hassaikai."

"Nice to finally meet you," Mimic said.

Overhaul sat down on one of the couches, "Please, have a seat."

I sat down and he looked curiously at me. 

"So, tell me. What does a future hero like you want to do with a small time yakuza like us?"

"It's like you said to me that night. You were like a family. I missed out on what it felt like to have a family."

"I see."

"You have a very interesting way of persuading people. Were you speaking on your own experiences about family?"

Overhaul looked at the ground for a second before looking back at me, "I've had rough times with my family. The boss of the Shie Hassaikai found me when I was younger and took me in. Now that he is bed ridden, I am the new head of the Shie Hassaikai. I am going to repay my debt to the boss."

"And how are you going to do that?"

Overhaul pulled something out of his jacket. It was a black box. He opened it up and there were three bullets filled with this magenta looking liquid. 

"These are quirk destroying bullets. They're not finished, but we're in the process of making finalized products."

"What are you going to do with them?"

"We're going to use these to rid the hero society of quirks. You see, I see quirks as a plague. A sickness. This 'hero syndrome' what caused all of the yakuza to go under. This is my way to repay the boss. We're going to make the yakuza number one once again. The question is, are you in?"

I smiled to myself, thinking of my mother. This would be great payback for what she has done. 

"Of course."

Overhaul had a satisfied look in his eyes. "Good."