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Resurrection of a Dead Heart

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All for one couldn’t get his heart to rest, Kurogiri wants to be trained to stand by his side. As of now, he's euphoric to have another being especially one of great power on his side. He would train him, he would ignore the soft spot that had been growing on his dead heart for the past year. Or the way his chest rings with pride when Kurogiri gets A’s on his exams. He will ignore these childish feelings. He will ignore the pain in his chest when Kurogiri will hate him for the training he’s about to go through. He ignores the happy memories of pretending he is anything but a monster. Kurogiri will be trained to his standards of villainy, he will be All for one’s personal transport unit, and whoever wants to get to him has to go through his strong son Bodyguard.

 

He is a Villain overlord, he just conquered that damn seventh user of One for all. He supposes in the back of his mind that decaying thought, the slipping of power while she was using it. Though something rages through his cold decayed heart he remembers that damn woman’s last words, “You’ve changed” she ungratefully vomited blood, which was hilarious seeing that she was torn in half rather slowly so she doesn’t really have a stomach anymore. Heh. “You can change, it’s never too late to change” To which he exclaimed “Destiny is set in stone. There is no change for a monster like me” Right before the light in her eyes had faded he exclaimed, “ Thank you truly, for this amusing farce” . He had come back to his home with Kurogiri, Feeling emotionally dead. Her words joining the screaming of thousands, but always tend to be the loudest. Annoying. He had used a weather quirk to change it to pouring rain so that it would be harder to find her lower half. Part of his mind recoiled in agony at the thought of that being his body; in the future, he will prevent. While the other part of him curled with delight at the suffering of the next wielder. The one that would cause him so many issues in his future.



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He decided a long time ago that he was never his villain persona with Kurogiri. He didn’t want to scare the young boy. He was just looking out for his newest member, right? Anyway, he already knew of the next successor thanks to a future-gazing quirk. All for one knew since before Kurogiri came around in his life. He knew what he looked like in the future but no matter where he looked he couldn't find that stupid blonde hair idiot, All-Might was his name? It’s been a while since he's thought about the new and upcoming thorn in his side. He thinks about having All-might’s blood on his hands and that makes him euphoric again while recoiling in disgust somewhere deep in his mind. Back to the matter at hand, he turns to face Kurogiri, he readies himself in front of this small child.

 

“I will train you to be of use to me. Call me All for One”

 

Yes of course! All for One finally came to a conclusion about what to do with this softer side of himself.

 

He and Sensei are different people.

 

Two sides of the same coin.

 

It was a simple easy conclusion, All for One was not changing, he was not good, he is a monster as he always will be. All for one revealed in his enemies blood, leaving a trail of corpses in his wake. He would stop at nothing to get the change he desired in the world, quirks were a display of power. He would train Kurogiri to be his bodyguard, he would train him to fight like a villain.

 

But Sensei, he wasn’t sure what he would become, he was already more than willing to harm someone who harmed this child. Yet he wanted the best for this child he saw as his own. But Sensei is weaker, he shows softer emotions that died with All for One. Sensei wants to change the world for Kurogiri. Whereas All for One wants the world for himself. Sensei let that bastard that touched his soft bodyguard live. All for One thinks that should have died immediately. Instead, he took mercy and made him a Nomu. So far he’s got that original flashbang quirk, 4-speed quirks, a stealth quirk and a quirk called “Record me” it records everything it sees and plays it from the eyes of the creature like a projector.  It’s the most perfect Nomu for surveillance and recon. Sensei is just as smart as All for One, however, there are a couple of things in common they both despise One for All.

 

All for One looked down at Kurogiri, he was offering his hand to him, so in true Sensei fashion, he took it and walked with him to sensei’s main base of operations.

 

All for One would make him useful yet.








S̷̡̨̬̘̼̙̥̜̦͇̝͖̘͉̪͚̹̣̗̱̯͓͉̹̮̖̥̼̩̞͔̄̐̉̅̏͊̽̈́̓̈́͆̒̀̉́̃̅̇̎̇̐̋̑́̈́̓͆̎̔͆̕͘͘̕̕͘̕͘͜͠ͅͅĕ̴̝̞͂̅́͒̉͑͋̇͂̒͑̄̀̌̒͛̎̈̅̏̂̇̾̃̂͘̚͝͠͝͠͠͝n̸̫̞͎̹̣̭̞̳͍̟͓̆̾͑͛̈́̆̽̊̂̌̄̏͌̽̆̊̐̍̽̕͘͝͝s̷̡̡̢̨̨̳̩̰͈̭͚͍̟͈̗͎͓̬̲̦̻͇̦͎͈͉̰̩͈̰̝̒͒̏̒̈͗̎̚͜͝ͅe̸̢̨̛̼͕̖̺̻̠͔̙͍̦̮̘̖͍̖̪̬̣̻̮̼͉̣̿̈́̃͊̌̀̍͋͛̂̋̇̊͂͋̅̎̓̐́̄͌̉́̌̌̾͌͗͒̋̂̓͛̌́͋̈́̕̕͝͝ḯ̷̧̘̜͕̤͕̝̰̝̯̬̌͂̃͗̔̆͂̐̓̋̾̈̐́̎̔̊̆͛̚͝ͅ ̶̣̺̠̜̿͛́̓̅̓̓̊̇͂̓͋̏̎͑͗̽́̒̓̈́͒̈́̐̎̈̍̌̓͂̐͗̄̚̚̕̚̚͝w̷̡̢̖̠͎̥̝̩̗̭̪̳̟̝͔̼̻̞̺̩̜̼̯͒͊̓̊͌͗̅̒̊͆͊̐̅͌̏̽̎̀̾̅͐̑̍̐̈̚͘̚͜͠͝ȏ̸̡̢̡̹͙̳̝̭̺̳̞͖̪̩͕͓̪̩́̽̓͋̔́̂̐̽͌̑̊̓̋͂̈́̊̆̃̓̓̈̾̎̔͗͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅṳ̴̡̟̱̯̖̼͍͎͙̫̪͖̪̫͇̬̬̼̞͎͖̹̙̗̖͌̑̑̔ͅͅl̸̢̛̮̥̯̗̳̜͈̖̖̯͙͉̘͍͓̤̝̤̞̈́͒̆̇̑̈̋̏͒̉̎͊̃̋͗̏͆̿̈́̈́͋̐̏͆̑̋͐̎͆̇̓̒̈́͒̋̅͋̋̊̚͝͝d̵̡̡̡̧̢̫̻̬͙̼̠̲͎̝̺͖͉̯̥͕̗͈͙͎͔̪̦̤̳̻̰̹̟̏̈̈͗̋͌̇̉̍̒̍͌͊͗͘̕͠͝ ̷̢̡̧̢̛͕͕͕̞͕͉͕̹̥̯̬̳̩̙̩͍̼̫͍̼̳͚̠̥͈̆̈́͂̿̆̃̅̀̈́͐̆̆̈́͒̏̄̔͌͐̇̿͠ͅẖ̴̢̨̫̯͇͉̝̱͔͍͉͉̰͉͍̩̠̗͙̰̝̦̭̪͈̃̿̒̋̉͗͑̾́̊̈́͛̈́́̎̂͐̾͛͛̉͗͋̾̉̾͛̂͛̿̌̚͜͠͝͝͝o̸͓̙̯̩̠̠̳̜̍̈́͆̌͂̾͛̐̃̽̄̎̅̽̑̉̒́̓̈́͒͐̇̐͊̊̏̆͛̓̈͋̽͘̕͠͝͠͝ḽ̸̡̧̛̛͚̖͍̺̻̝̬̗͚͉͔̥̺̗͖̝͇̟̣͑̀̊̈́͋̃̿͊͒͛̆́̄̌̎̆͑̑̊̄̿̽̔̄̎̀͐́͌͐̚̚̕̚̚͜͠͠͝ͅͅd̵̡̢̢̨̨̢̧̢̻̣̥͈̰̖̺̭̰̟̗̤͓̠̰̼̠̯̠̹̹̣̮̜̰̩̳͕͎̰̠̿̽̑̋̔̆̿̆͂̄́̒̇͆́̚͘ ̷̩͈̩̮͍͉͖̦̠͈̋̀̈͂̄̆͑̿͐́͂̽̈̍̐̈́̉͋̃̊͛̈́̓̅͊̇̒̇̈́̕̚͝͝K̸̨̤͎͍̬͔̙̺̘̫̓͂̊̔̀̀̈́̽̀̀̚̕͜͝͠ư̸̢̢̛͉̩̰̪͔̺͉̹͙̼̮͉͇̱͚̭̖̣͔͉͒͛̉̈̾̊̑̊̽͛͆̂̽͗͌͐͒̍̈̔̈́͘͠͝ͅr̵̡̡̡̧̫͎̤̲̣̳̘͈͙̣̪̳͖̙̺̬̣͕̳͚̫͖̣̘͍̺̄͑͆̒̿̋̒͐̈́͂̅̌̅̌̕͘͜͠͠͝ơ̵̡̧̛̜͔̙̗͓̠̯̼̱̋͛́͂͂̐̋̈́̌̀͊̂͌̌̉̌̊͑̈̑̔͗̑̇̀̌̍̈̍̓̎̑͒̃̋̚̕̕͘ͅg̸̢̡̡̥̣̗̜̳̹̖̥̼̦̱̱̞̣̗̭͇̠͈̭͈̠͚̯͚̟͓̣͈͎̦̪̻̯͕̱͇̟͚̐̍̋̇͋̈̐͛͌͋̈́̋̆̃͒̃͒͛̓̕͝͝͝͝i̴̢̠͇̣͙̼͚̙͖̟̩̎̊͋̄̓̐̎̽͆̈́͗͆́̃͒͒͐͑̂̍͛̆̍͐̃͊̀͘͘̕͝͝͠͠͠͝͝r̷̛̛͕̅̂̃̉͑̑̽̎͂͋͛̐̃̇̋̒̒͊̚͝͠͝į̶̡̗̤̝͎̫̘̱̫̩̥̪̙̜̥̣̝͖̲̮̋̄̓̈́̊̈́̃ ̷̨̮͕̲͙̫̳̘̪͛̅̀̈́̄̎̓͌͐̌͐͒̏̅̐̏̓̅͗̇̌̃͋̊̽͛͗͋̇͆̈́̔͘̚͘̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅą̶̺̩̖͓̞͍̳̦̹̣̤͕͈̮̣̞͉̣̺̠̖̻͖̟̪̣̗̼̻͗̓̆̎̿͑̽͗̈̂̓̃̄̂̓̉͑̍̓́̆̃̄͗̚͘͘͝͠͝͝͠ͅs̶̢̛̲̼̳̭͍͔̩͆̓͆̇́̒̒̇̈́̏̔̑͑̃̓̍̔̔͆͊̓̌̑͋̒͛̑̇͆͌̂̕̚͘̚̕͜͠͝͝ ̸̡̢̱̯͖̻̬̜̙̥̩̜̲͈̯͓̠̮̹̬̟̤͓͛̏̈͆̈̅͂̊̓͑̽̆̒̅̓͗̎̔͋̿̍̈͗̈́̚̚͘͜ͅh̶̛̫̋́̓̄͒͗̽̒̈́̒̈̇̐̔͂́̿͛͂͌̿̾̾͒̉̎̓̎̈̎͘͘͘͠͝ȩ̶̛̤͈̰̙͇̖̟̞̖̥͍̣̞̞̩̱̳̱̺̭̲͊͐̆͂͒̐̌̌̂͐̍͋͆͊̉̇͐̃̃̈́̌͊͗͊̿͑̓̓̋͘̚͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̸̡̺͈̱̪͉̞̦̝͕̯̠͍̰̲̤̃̈́̎̎̀͐̃̍͊̊͒̋́̽͊͊͛̆͂̕͘͝s̸̛̼̰͇̬͚̦̗͙͖͔̮̝̲͎̦̪̳̀̿̆͂̏̃̊͛̐͌̿́̒̽̇͋̓̾̓̔̐̒͒̌̍̔͋̒͐̈́̕̚͝͝͠ċ̵̛̛̛̪̖̙̠̂̈̇̃̒͋̄͊͒̄̊̀̈́̆̄̄̆̄̍͌̍̽̈̒̀͂͋͌̽̇̍̚̚̚̚̚͠r̸̡̢̛͔̞̥̭̯͚̱͎̹̪̹̼̬̞̖̜͇͍̭̓͛̋̓̔̂̽̓̅́͂̏͗͑͘̚͘͜͝͝e̶̛̥̖̫̮̥͋̾̅̐͑̽̊̊̀̇̇͛̏̋̐͂̀́͘͘̕͠͠͝á̵̢̠͖̙̮̭̞̜̪̻̯̮̭̬̖̲̩̜̤͇̼̺̜͙͈̱͚̮͑̔̑͋̓͗̑͋̂̋͐̃͘͠ͅm̷̨̧̧̢̨̖̠͖̱̱͔̖̭̦͉̺͔͉̳̤̞͔̥̤͙̮͉̔̀͐͋͐͜ͅẻ̸̢̡̧̢͎̜̹̪͚͚̰͎͎̣̳̳̘̙̟̻͍̠̮̼̮̥̙̬͚̘͖̟͙͕̻̮͎̦̗̰̎́͗͆͑̂̚̚͘͝d̴̳̿̎́̐̈͐̈́̈́̔̈̌̎̆̊̍͛̊̈̑̅͋̊͗͊̀̅̍̄̈́͐̍̕̕͘͘ ̷̧̣͖̦͕͔̱̜̻̠̘̣̝͎̐̾͋͊̄̽͊͋̆̈́̈́͒̾͜͝ͅt̵̨̡̨̛̛̛̫̩̘͇̣͙̦͎͎̠̺̱͕͎̮̯̲̮̱̔̎̐͑̐́̃͒̈́̽̍͆̇͑̽̎͗̕̚̚͘͝͠͝ͅh̴̖̼͚͇͙̼͉͇̼̪͖̘͚̬͇̺̳͔̟͉̻̭̯̭̼̤͗͌̂̈͑͆̍͂͜͜ͅr̴̡̛̼͈̥̙̗̻̞̟͈͎͉̎̏̔̉̍̌̋̋̈́͑͊̊̒̔̓̎̈̽̊̈́̉́̌̈̿̄͒̓̈́̕̚͜͜͠ǒ̷̡̨̧̡̧͇̳͉̗̜̜͙͍̭̹̳̥̫̯͚̙̺̜̖̩̠̹̜̼̹̼̳̻̊̋̏͒͆͑̋̈̂͆͐́̾͛͋̄̐͊̈́̀̑̂̓͑̒̎̌̀̆̒̏͘͜͝͝͝ừ̵̡̢̨̧̡̢̻͍̝̜̩̲̪̟̠̥̣͍̺̯̮͍̯̭̥̪̰̱̫̰͂̒̒͗̇̃̍̿̃̆̍̑̽͛̂̓̎͆̄̀͐̇͆̂̐͘͘̚͘̕͝͠͝g̵̝̼̩͚͎̘̹̖͙͈͇͙̯̖͚̦̻̙̳̰̭̻̼̔̈́̃̔͒̀͋̃͆̒̐͊̆͒̒̈̋̔̈͑͘͜͝h̶̢̨̨̢̢̧̧̭̘͎̫͓̬͉̤͍͖̱̘̹̭͚͎͈͖͙̜͍̭̠̭̣̝͓̦̫̫̦ͅ ̴̡̲̜̘̳̊͋̌̃̉̏̌̓͒͒̾̓̄͂̽͌̍̃̿̎͑̌̈̚͘t̷̡̢̖̮̦̘̣͚̜̥̦͈̲̣̻͍̩̎̂̒̈́̕h̷̢̛̹̙̩̩̙̮̭̥͔̼̪̤̩̮͙̻̙̖̩̘̰̬̲̫͐͑̿̓e̷̢̧̧̩̯̺̦̪͔̱͎̰̗̱̝̬̟̟̹͔̩͖͕̭̻̞̺͚͔͙̤̅̌̃̈́͐̂̓̄̑͒̚̚͝͠ͅ ̷̧̧̢̧̨̘̰̖̲̼̜͉̩͉̯͙͎̻̞̩̟̤̟͇̯͔͉̭͙̖̜̦̹̙̺͓̈́̅͠͠ͅn̵̨̧̡̙͓̯̗̣͔̮͉͔͇̰͚̻̘̤̹̙̯̣̭͎̹͍͔̼̣̲̻̙͚̙̉͐͛̕̕ị̵̧̧̨̛̜̣͕̺̻͓̗̹̬̼̩͈̬̘͇̙̺̝͉̞̤̰͙̳͔̖̜̱̗̪̝͂̎̇͐̾̑͑̈́̆̒̓̃̿͛̒̌̾͗̕͘͜͜͜ͅͅg̴̡̡̻̺̣̳͍̞̝̳̯̮̟͖̻̼͙̥̙̦͇͇̭̅̈́̈̂͂̊͂͋̄̂͊̈́͜͠ḩ̴̢̢̛͔̤̱̖̗͓̝̖͉̝̻̩̘̯̱̫͔͎̟̝̥̤̮͕̹̪͈̈́͆̈̀̐͑̄̎̂̆͐̄͋̌̚͘͜͠ͅţ̸̨̨̧̙̘̘̝̼̠̼̫̞̤̬̰̥̤͓͇̟̗̻̣̙̳͔̞̬̮̹͕̮̬̮͓̜͍̟͌͜ͅ.̶̧̨̛̫͕̙̭̻̟̲̘̭̩̫͎̮̼̙̟̣͈̼̪̼̳͕͚̞̏̔̔̔̅̋͂̔̈͒̂̿͘̕͜͠͠ͅͅ