Yamazaki Manor, Year 2311.
Seiki.
Rinka, Konan, Azula, D'Vorah, his mom, and Tomoko. Five of his women— and his mom— all sitting in his room.
All of them sitting in a circle on his bedspread.
And now they know.
"So... you're a time traveler." Tomoko stated flatly.
"...Yeah."
"How come we've never seen another you?"
"That's... not how it works," Seiki said, letting out a small shudder. "Fucking hell, that would be a whole nother nightmare. No, it works like save states in a video game."
"Aaaah... gotcha. So you can't meet yourself with it. Bummer. I'm just imagining it, though... two... no, three Seiki's... that could've been fun..." Tomoko muttered... only for nearly all of his other girls currently in the room to visibly ponder that idea along with her.
Christ, they were all sluts. Himself included.
"But why am I here, exactly...? I'm not like, in your battle harem. Or your mom."
"Because out of every maid I asked, you were the only one that actually wanted to know that I was more than just a precog."
Tomoko blinked. "I... I did? Why?"
"You said it'd make sex hotter."
"How would it— oh... oh, f-fuck, that's so embarrassing..." she mumbled. "I mean, yeah, knowing that you're fucking me into a puddle, not because your Quirk guides you, but because you're poking and prodding me for reactions across time... hot..." A statement that earned a few thoughtful nods from his girls.
"...So when we fight—" Rinka started.
"You land hits, I go back before they happen, then I dodge," he explained. "Every time."
They all sat in silence for a while.
Silence finally broken by... "And when you recruited us..." Rinka trailed off, furrowing her brow.
Seiki grimaced. "Yeah, uh, that's—"
Rinka shook her head. "I'm not angry. No... no, if anything, I'm... I'm glad."
"...You are?"
"I always thought that... that with how infallible your Quirk was, that it was your Quirk that chose us all. That it knew we would all be loyal if you recruited us. But now I know that it was you specifically that chose to save me. To trust me," she said softly. "And now... now I know that you trust us all far more than we deserve."
"It matters not to me," Konan said softly, fondly... happily. "Precog or not, I will always be yours... but I'm happy that you've decided to trust us with something so important."
"I always knew," his mom supplied.
"Well, I already knew that you made time your bitch, but now I just know you're even fucking stronger than we thought... fuck," Azula grunted, biting her lip. Staring at him in want.
And despite it all, Seiki blushed.
"Why the fuck are you all so sappy all of the sudden..."
And then everyone turned to D'Vorah, who hadn't said a single thing.
Her normally yellow face sporting a bright pink.
"I... I'm f-fine with it..."
*
Just Earlier Today.
"You want to know... if I want to know you're a time-traveler? What?"
"It's simple. Think of it this way— I'm asking you a question, and then I'm erasing it from your memory. So... do you want to know if I'm a time-traveler?"
D'Vorah bit her lip.
"So I can ask you questions... and forget I ever asked them?"
"...Yes?"
"When you called me beautiful... did you mean it?"
A pause.
"Oh, D'Vorah," Seiki muttered. Her heart clenched in worry. "Is... is that why you always seemed so distant? We're you afraid that I'd turn you away? You know quite well that I've got nothing against heteromorphic Quirks—" he cracked a smile.
"If anything, I've got a thing for them—"
"It, it's not just... I'm not just heteromorphic," she said. "I'm a bug mutant. A mutant type Quirk not based on a cute animal, but on something... on s-s-something..."
"Well I'm a man of many tastes," Seiki said. "And while you might not be what the world considers traditionally beautiful, you are certainly a woman," he said, one of his hands trailing down her hip. The other one cupping her breast.
"So get over yourself. I'm going to ruin your bug girl pussy, and you're going to like it."
"T-That...!" she flushed, disgusted, annoyed, embarrassed... and happy.
"Now shut the fuck up and kiss me."
*
"You..." Rinka started, eyes going wide. Her eyes snapping back and forth between D'Vorah and Seiki. "You're fucking Locust! Since when?!"
"Not yet," Konan corrected.
"Can we please not..." D'Vorah started... only for Narumi to reach over and touch D'Vorah's hand.
A second passed.
"Way to go, third base already!" his mom exclaimed.
"Can we go do something else now...?" D'Vorah grumbled, pouting as she turned away from the rest of us. 'Cute,' Seiki thought.
"Cute," then he said it aloud, because why not?
"Please..." she whined. 'Cute,' Seiki thought again, wanting to say it again... but he refrained.
There was no reason to push it...
Not when there were still things that needed to be done today.
Especially today.
"Well, I guess there is something else that we've gotta take care of," Seiki said, letting out a loud exaggerated sigh at that. "We need to kill a man."
"Who?" Azula immediately asked, eyes wide. Tinged with a manic glee.
"The Quirk Thief."
Silence.
Seiki watches as the graveness of the matter sets in.
"Oh... Oh shit." Azula breathed.
But luckily for Seiki... he has a very, very reliable way to make the boogeyman in question appear before him. And this time... well, he wasn't going to be a fucking idiot about it.
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Later That Night.
All For One.
"So... hero, who do you work for? Because it's certainly not the Commission..."
An analysis Quirk... and a potent one of that. One that let Atlas craft the perfect team to not only take down Number Six, but to push him so close to death... that All For One just had to intervene.
All For One put his hand on Kurogiri's shoulder.
FORCED QUIRK ACTIVATION!
Mist appeared before him, guiding him to the back of Atlas's head.
But just as he reached out his hand—!
Rectangular slips of paper filled the room. A laughable telekinetic Quirk, given how they uselessly clattered against him, before falling to the floor. Completely harmless. But Atlas was already bolting away, with Deathclaw, Firestarter, and Locust standing between him and the Quirk Thief.
Which meant nothing to All For One.
A slap reinforced by Kinetic Booster x 3 sent the wolfgirl through the alley wall. As well as the wall after that, and the one behind that, staining them all in crimson.
Spikes of metallic black and red spurted out of his palm into the fire generator... only to just spear through her, killing her outright. A single taste with FQA, and he knew that he couldn't be bothered to use fire in such a rudimentary way. So death it was.
As for the bugs... FLAME WALL.
And while he still couldn't find the slip controller, they could wait. No... he was far more focused on Atlas currently. Who wasn't even running, having stopped at the end of the alley.
Odd, but All For One didn't have time to question it. He lunged forwards, the concrete cracking below him. Far more spry than a man his age should be.
But then he heard a woman's voice faintly whisper, "That way."
LOAD2.
And then he knew nothing.
*
Earlier That Day.
Seiki.
"So... 80 degrees from here, 82 degrees from here..." Seiki muttered, drawing across a map in their living room with Sharpies. "That puts him... somewhere in Kamino Ward?" he wondered aloud. "Yeah, I think that's right. And to think that I'm killing the boogeyman with fucking trigonometry..."
"That narrows it down quite a bit," Rinka muttered, thoughtful.
"What's that like? Weren't you fighting him just a few seconds ago?" Azula asked. "Is that not disorienting?"
"It's like having control over time," Seiki told her flatly. "And while it might've been a little weird to me at one point... I've been doing this since I was four years old. I can barely even remember what my life was like before my Quirk— no one does, really. Which is, well, it's probably why this fucker terrifies everyone, me included.
"And no, I wasn't fighting him... not really. We're not at that point yet.
"No... we're still trying to figure out just what we're up against."
*
Later That Night.
Konan.
She always did as she was told. Without question.
At first, it just made sense— Seiki-dono was a precog, the most powerful precog in the world. That meant that he always knew exactly what to do— which meant he always knew exactly what everyone else should do as well.
But now, now she knows that it's because in the long run, it will simply save him time.
Something Seiki-dono has an infinite amount of.
Floating above Kamino Ward, she still had most of her slips with Seiki. To be "her," she only needed to be a single slip... but doing that for any longer than a minute would not only overuse her Quirk, it would also knock her out... if not just out right kill her. Transformation-Separation Quirk users like her had to be incredibly careful when it came to things like that.
That was why Konan was currently a group of eighty-five slips, a form that she could easily hold for the next few hours.
And while none of "her" was with Seiki, most of her slips were.
That was when, all the way back in Tokyo, the Quirk Thief arrived on the scene.
Events playing out exactly how Seiki had explained them.
Right on queue, she sent her slips flying through the purple fog, only for them to be instantly relocated— and what an interesting sensation that was. All of them appearing just a few blocks away from her current location.
Any further than that, and she'd lose a grasp on the "distance" of her slips, and she would only know the direction, even though her Quirk's true range extended far, far further.
But that was still enough to narrow the Thief down to Kamino— or as Seiki-dono had aptly put it, "Trig for the win."
Konan rose into the air, flying towards her other slips, arriving at an old, decrepit warehouse on the outside. Her slips already showing her a makeshift laboratory, filled with all sorts of medical equipment— as well as... what appeared to be bioengineered corpses... on the inside.
"I've found him, Seiki-dono."
And as soon as she finished listing off the address—
LOAD2.
*
Mid Afternoon.
All For One.
After losing his eyes to All Might, All For One had to find Quirks to compensate.
Sight Sense. The name was a little silly, but it did not let him sense people who were within his line of sight. No... it did the exact opposite.
Letting him know the very moment that someone laid their eyes on him.
Heat Sense. A little boring, but useful. He could visualize heat signatures within his mind— and thankfully this one didn't actually require his eyes. He used to have one of those— Heat Sight— but then he lost both of his eyes...
Vibration Sense. Letting him sense the rustling, the movement around him as noise, which the Quirk then correlates to a map of his surroundings in his mind. It also lets him shoot out little pulses of vibration, but that part of the Quirk was far less useful to someone with as many Quirks as him.
And... as a side effect of All For One itself, as well as Forcible Quirk Activation... he also had a Quirk sense. Not a Quirk itself, but simply a byproduct of their resonance.
Letting him sense any Quirk within three meters of him.
Sneaking up on him... was nigh-impossible.
SAVE1.
A few seconds pass.
All For One felt eyes on him.
He tensed.
"It seems that we have an intruder. How bold—"
LOAD1.
A few seconds pass.
All For One sensed someone gradually heat up at the edge of his range... right on the other side of the warehouse, both of their arms raised.
"Well well well—"
LOAD1.
A few seconds pass.
All For One slowly senses the noise generated by slips of paper brushing together, slowly getting louder and louder— someone in the rafters above him.
He tensed.
"To think someone would intrude upon me—"
LOAD1.
All For One had many, many ways to sense his surroundings... all but one of them now known by Save & Load, by the Quirk that he could've had, had he not wasted his time. Time that he will only continue to waste, and waste, and waste.
Because infinite time is a far more horrifying prospect then it sounds.
*
Back at Yamazaki Manor.
"Seiki-dono, the teleporter isn't here," Konan whispered.
"Hmm..." Seiki hummed. "Well, she might not be a trained assassin like me, but given that she literally cannot die without my consent... this looks like a job for mom."
LOAD2.
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Later That Night.
All For One.
He sees Atlas through Six's eyes, once again for the first time.
He calls for Kurogiri.
But this time... Atlas is not accompanied by Deathclaw. Not that All For One knows that this interaction has happened before, or that it is going any different.
*
Konan.
Through her slips, which had slowly filled the inside of the warehouse, she watches as events that she already knows— because a version of her told Seiki, who had then told her earlier today— unfold.
She watches All For One raise his hand, activating some sort of telepathy Quirk.
The mist arrives.
All For One uses Forcible Quirk Activation... without the red and black Rivets, something that Seiki has already confirmed to be two separate Quirks through Nezu.
Seiki Yamazaki baiting the Quirk Thief far, far away.
Number Six arrives in the warehouse, the mist arriving with him.
And then they strike.
And Rinka... being so incredibly angry at the idea of the Quirk Thief, knowing just how close that All For One had gotten from taking Seiki from her... bursts through the warehouse wall. And while emotions make her far more volatile, making her Quirk harder to control, they also make her Quirk stronger.
Something that Konan can clearly see, Rinka rushing in at a staggering 15 feet.
Swiping wildly at the mist before he can even realize what's happening.
Slamming the mist into the opposing wall, and before he even hits the floor, Konan has descended on her target. Filling the mist's real body with slips of death.
The mist wheezes...
He tries to activate his Quirk...
And Rinka just swats at his head. Splattering their grey matter across the wall behind them.
And now All For One has no way back, certainly not before they leave the timeline.
And Six, who was still healing from the charred corpse that Azula and Konan herself had reduced him to just moments prior on Seiki's order, is slain just moments later by Rinka as well.
His Quirks now lost forever too.
"Woah... it's like I'm on a spy mission," Narumi mumbled, slowly climbing through the massive hole in the warehouse wall. Quickly making her way to what was left of the mist, since the heroes were already on their way. Because even though he was dead— his Quirk lost to the sands of time— Narumi Yamazaki was not the Quirk Stealer. And the cells within Kurogiri's corpse?
They were all still very much alive.
'Flashback.'
*
Earlier That Day.
Seiki.
He has All For One's location. The warehouse.
He has the mist's location. The bar.
But now...
Seiki bit his lip. Yes, his Quirk undoes any and all consequences. So that meant, even if he were to send his girls on a suicide mission, they'd never truly die.
And his girls now knew that as well.
"What's wrong, Seiki-dono?" Konan asked, wrapping her arms around him. Her breasts pushing up against his back. "I can tell there's something bothering you."
He... he's ordered them to die before. Or something that might as well guarantee it.
But for some reason...
"I... I don't know how long it takes the Quirk Thief... to steal a Quirk."
He couldn't ask that of them.
He just couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with death being a trivial matter not just to everyone he cares for, but himself as well— if he can die thousands of times, why can't they die once, and not even remember it? But the loss of a Quirk... that was far more permanent.
It was a sacrifice that he himself couldn't make, that someone he loved had to.
"I'd be honored, Seiki-dono."
To which Seiki sagged backwards, letting Konan hold him up.
"You're too good for me..."
*
Later That Night.
All For One.
"The power to take the Quirks of others with a single touch," Atlas stated, both wonder and fear clear in his voice. "Y-You.... you're him."
All For One let out a dry chuckle. "How astute."
"I can... I can offer y-you..."
"Don't even bother," All For One said with a sigh. "Do you think there is truly anything you can offer better than your Quirk?"
"...How about another Quirk?"
All For One blinked.
"Because in a lot of ways, her Quirk is even better than mine... and she will flee if you take mine. And the very moment that she runs, you will never be able to take her Quirk again." Truth.
"A-Atlas!" a woman's voice whispered. "Y-You..."
A voice he could not locate.
"You told me that you'd die for me, if it comes down to it," Atlas said coldly. Truth. "Is losing your Quirk any different than death?"
All For One paused.
Then he laughed.
"Hohohoho...! Okay, consider my interest peaked," he says. "Now just what is this Quirk that you find more useful than yours? Surely not these slips of paper..."
"Razor isn't a telekinetic," he says. Truth. "She can turn her physical body into a thousand slips of paper— all of them capable of changing their color, shape, and texture. Every single slip capable of listening, seeing, smelling, tasting, and touching their surroundings. With a range that spans nearly half of Japan."
Truth.
"That..." All For One growls. "Is certainly some Quirk."
"So here's what happens next," Atlas said. "Razor... Konan will stay here. The rest of us will leave. And then... we'll all forget that this ever happened. And you'll get a Quirk, a Quirk far better than any analysis Quirk could ever be."
Truth.
"Do you agree, Konan?"
"Y-Yes... Atlas..."
Truth.
"...A bargain is a bargain," All For One eventually agreed. "This is certainly a first... but very well. Leave us be."
*
A Few Blocks Away.
Seiki.
To think he would actually keep his word.
But even then... that didn't make Seiki feel any better. Leaving all but one of Konan slips to die... leaving Konan to lose her Quirk...
"S-Seiki-dono," the slip in his hand whispered... but not just that.
Konan appeared in his lap.
"Ah... that, that's fine," Seiki relents. "If you can't do it, I will never ask again. You won't remember it, but you have my word."
"No, I just... I wanted you to hold me. While I lost my Quirk."
Something Seiki immediately understands.
He hugs her tightly.
"Tell him to take it. When you're ready."
And then... nothing happens.
Because in the world of Quirks, every single battle is a game of rock, paper, scissors. And while All For One is almost certainly a mountain... mountains are still made out of rock.
"He... he can't take it," Konan said, bewildered.
"Because you're not there," Seiki instantly realizes.
All For One cannot take Konan's Quirk, simply because, all of the slips forming a second Konan in his grasp... they aren't "her."
Transformation-Separation Quirks are not only rare, but ones that let you divide your consciousness among your parts however you wanted were infinitely rarer.
A type of Quirk that, before today, All For One had never once tried to take.
Seiki chuckles, wiping the tears from his eyes. "And I still don't know how long it takes for him to steal a Quirk..."
"Ah, I'm s-sorry, Seiki-dono..."
"Don't be," he tells her. "This is just as important of a discovery..." he trailed off. "But... but I still need to know how long it takes. If you're up for it."
"And I'll always be here, Seiki-dono, for whatever you need me to do."
To which he smiles.
"I love you so damn much..."
LOAD2.
And time continues for Seiki Yamazaki.
But not for All For One.
Not anymore.
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