~Story Of A Lifetime~ Shigadabi [SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 2

"Ah, young Tomura. You're doing well I presume?" All for one said with a Chesire grin from the chair he was sitting in.

"I am, so why did you call me here exactly?" Shigaraki asked scratching his neck as he looked up at his master.

"I'm sure you're well aware that All Might is back in Musutafu. Well since the time is coming closer I believe that you should start planning. Gathering intel, and starting your own organization." All for one stated plainly as he clasped his hands together.

"What do you mean organization? I can do this on my own." He rasped slightly irritated as he scratches his neck harder drawing a little blood.

"Nobody can do everything on their own. Not even I can do that. You need allies Tomura. People who are in your corner and have your back. People to carry out your plans with you." The faceless man said standing up and slowly making his way to the younger blue-haired boy.

He placed his hand on his head with a soft smile. "I have faith in you Tomura. Have that Giran fellow look into it for you. No need to spend time searching for them yourself. In the meantime focus on planning your first move."

"How am I supposed to plan to take down All Might if I don't know much about his routine?" The pale blue-haired boy asked pulling his hands away from his neck, placing them in the pocket of his grey hoodie.

"You will find out his routine in due time. It's best to prepare ahead of time. I will be here to help you any way I can." The faceless villain stated walking back to his chair before dismissing Shigaraki.

~Time Skip~

That was helpful. I'm just going to wing it and then change it all after I get the intel I need. What a waste of time. He thought angrily as he scratched his neck taking a sip from his beer.

"It's unlike you to drink so early in the morning. May I ask what has you upset Tomura Shigaraki?" Kuroguri asked as he cleaned the glasses that were used previously.

"It's nothing so piss off." He growled taking a final sip before disintegrating the bottle, walking to his room.

He slammed the door shut, locking it behind him before grabbing a gaming controller and headset. He quickly turned on his Xbox getting comfortable in his beanbag before turning on his TV.

"Oh...Right, I'm going to need these." He murmured as he pulled his gloves from his pocket slipping them on. "Don't want to have to buy another one."

After scanning his shelf of games he settled on Call Of Duty: Black Ops 3. One of the many Call Of Duty games he owned, although he was tempted to play GTA 5.

Shigaraki plugged in his headset selecting an online game mode. For ten minutes he stared at the screen as it loaded. Locating a local party. He let out a calm hum as he chose his loadout and began to play.

"Well if it isn't EdgeLord420. It's been a while since I've gotten into a game with you." The pale blue-haired boy stated a small smile on his face as he ran around the map looking for the opposing team.

"Damn miss me already HandMan04" The male mocked getting an irritated grunt from Shigaraki.

"Like I'd miss your annoying ass." He hissed. "If I wasn't on your team I would annihilate you." A smile found it's way back onto his face.

"Yeah sure. Why don't we put that to the test?" The stranger said sending a friend request his way. Shigaraki pulled father off his face setting it to the side.

"After this match." He grumbled reloading his weapon.

"You got it, hand man."

The two males played for hours until eventually, EdgeLord420 had to get off.

"Guess I should get myself some lunch," Shigaraki muttered standing up, grabbing father, and placing it back on his face.

Kuroguri glanced up from his seat at the bar as he watched the younger male trudge into the kitchen, appearing with a sandwich in his gloved hand.

"What?" He muttered looking at the mist man.

"Who were you playing with earlier?" The warp gate asked curiously as he sipped his cup of coffee.

"Just some dumbass on Call Of Duty. I told him I'd kick his ass but he didn't think I could." Shigaraki said nonchalantly, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I'm glad to see you're happy Tomura Shigaraki." The misty male said, a smirk evident in his voice as he stood up stretching ever so slightly. "Is there anything you need from me while I'm out?"

There was a small silence that lingered in the air as the male with pale blue hair tapped his chin. "Just get me a few things of coke. Maybe a few more notebooks." He waved dismissively as he plugged his earbuds into his mp3 player, shoving both earbuds in his ears.

"As you wish." With that Kuroguri left leaving the teen alone in the bar.

What should I do now? A walk sounds good right about now.

So without a second thought of his appearance, Shigaraki wandered through the streets. People gave him looks as they crossed paths but it didn't seem to bother him all that much. He was used to it.

"Watch where you're going asshole." A man with spiky black hair growled catching the zoned-out villain stunned.

Shigaraki glanced over at the ravenette skimming over his body raising a brow. "Yeah next time you try telling me what to do, remember you look like a burnt ass chicken strip." He murmured nonchalantly shoving his gloved hands into his pockets.

"What was that you crusty dusty bastard?" He growled his hand igniting in blue flames.

The shorter male just let out a raspy chuckle pulling one hand from his pocket and removing the glove with his mouth. He gestured for the ravenette to watch as he grabbed a piece of discarded newspaper between two fingers. Then three...four...five. The paper disintegrated, a smile forming on his face.

"Would you like a more hands-on example?" Shigaraki asked smirking as he put his glove back on. "You're lucky I'm being generous. I could kill you where you stand in a matter of seconds."

"Tch' whatever dumbass." The ravenette muttered trudging away his hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

"Easy enough." The blue-haired male chuckled as he trudged back home. "Kuroguri should be home now."