The Lone Vigilante

I am not a hero...

Nor a villain...

I am neither of their side

And I always work alone.

....

Gunshots were heard inside the wrecked city.

Here and there, children ran and hide. Their barefoot barely heard amongst the silent chaos.

He leaned on a cracked dry wall, the other part of the house long gone. He stepped on the rubbles of the house as he cautiously looked by the broken window where his enemies can be seen.

He held a gun (Smart Pistol MK5) on each of his hand, gently squeezing the handle of the guns. He breath slowly, as he aimed them at the enemies who are busy searching for him amidst the rubbles.

"Don't panic" he heard the leader whisper silently, just on the other side of his hiding place.

"He maybe the famous R. S. Gunslinger but we outnumbered him ten to one"

He groaned and cursed silently at the sound of his stupid made up name. R.S. Gunslinger... Seriously?

Ignoring that. He traced the location of the voice when he closed his eyes. The glass shattered in a silent bang. His finger hard on the trigger.

One dead body fell on the ground, the leader himself is bleeding on the head.

Instantly, the other nine members turned their heads towards the body. Shocked and pale.

The gunslinger pulled his black mask scarf over his mouth, covering half of his face. He inhaled through his mouth then as quiet as mouse, he ran away. No one followed his footsteps and no one seemed to care when he entered the slums.

The people living in the slums were peaceful. They didn't ally with either the heroes or the villains for they are left behind. Here, he felt at ease and at home. Despite being called 'slums', the nature is rather beautiful, engulfing the whole village of contented people.

He turned at the most quiet part of the slums- where he crossed a rickety wooden bridge- between the lively river and the forest.

A small cabin stood there, made up of wooden planks and bricks that they found at the ruined cities.

He heard the usual tinkering of metal to metal as soon as he reached the doorstep. Fatigue and sleep attacked his system as soon as he opened the door.

The inside looks like a normal house. With furniture of various colors and kind salvaged from the ruins. The pit is not on fire and nothing is found in the burner. He sighed silently in despair.

That's when he decided to go down the basement...

"Welcome back" the hoarse voice of his master echoed through the broken down basement as he entered.

He didn't speak, he didn't care. Mostly because he killed another person plus he was really tired.

His master stood in front of the bellows, the fire heating up the whole room like the burning sun. His eyes were sharp and slitted, his nose almost rubbed off his face and he has a grim thin line on his lips. His black matted hair was soaked in sweat along with his shirt.

"Stain, where's the food?" The gunslinger asked.

His master sighed before halting his work, the rhythmic sound of tinker silenced the whole house.

"We have none" he deadpanned. "Our ratio of food won't come till tomorrow"

The gunslinger gave up.

He walked up the stairs, then opened the door in his room before diving on the worn down mattress at the middle. He faced up, his head slightly tilted on the side.

A photo was carefully taped on the wall.

"Mother..." Shouto whispered.

The picture is his only remembrance from his family who were torn apart by the ranging war between heroes and villains. Though, without the so called 'quirks' or super powers, the war is based of weapons and arms.

Of course, if military weapons and defense are involved, the villains had the upper hand. Not only because they use them; but also manufacturing and developing them.

The villains are obviously winning the war.

But he knew that the heroes will never give up. They are stubborn as a rock, just like their Hope. A.K.A. the number one hero: Katsuki Bakugou.

More likely, the hero has a powerful quirk. According to his own Intel, the mind master of the B.O.E. gave him a complete Anti Quirk Eraser before they departed five years ago. Unlike his own incomplete medicine, Katsuki didn't have any side effects.

Shouto sighed quietly before finally closing his heavy and tired eyes. With one final blink, his consciousness faded to black.

....

What happened to the world?

Now that a blessing ceased to exist?

Where did Quirks came from exactly?

....

The gunslinger tucked his two Smart Pistol MK5 on his pistol belt, the black leather made by his own master is already quite worn down. But nonetheless, he didn't have the guts to ask for another one, especially if Stain is very stingy.

He even wondered how he persuaded him to be his master.

He swept his half and half hair up, some strands of hair falling off his clasps. Suddenly, he heard loud banging on his door. "Breakfast is here. Also, the bandits are back"

Shouto sighed in exasperation. He had enough of killing people already, yet here they are back in their territory. Why can't they learn their lesson?

After pulling up his black leather boots and putting on the black blazer that was slightly tattered on the edges; he pushed his door and preceded to eat in their small living/ kitchen/ dining room.

"Here" Stain threw a pack of chocolate towards the gunslinger who caught it with ease. "It was stuck between the cans of porridge. I guess it came from one of your admirers"

Shouto stared at the pack of sweets that he hadn't seen for almost three years. Instantly, his mouth watered just by imagining the flavor and the chewiness of the unexpected treat. If this came from his admirer- just as his master said- then he should savor it.

He ripped the pack open and grabbed one bar of chocolate. He stared at the brown plastic that was wrapped on the treat with a word: 'Snickers'. Shouto smiled before slowly opening the chocolate; sniffing it contentedly. The smell itself brings back memories and emotions that he pushed in and locked in his heart.

He took a bite, chewing it while his eyes were closed. The sweetness of chocolate and caramel with the hint of chewy nut filled his mouth.

"Glad you enjoy the treat. Actually, it came from the A-city in Dystopia. Where your family is located" Stain explained while fixing the contents of the box inside the cupboard.

Shouto stopped after he swallowed, "From your mother and siblings"

He felt as if his heart was crushed then rebuilt again.

It feels painful yet very comforting at the same time.

Screaming was heard from the outside of the house. "Mr. Stain! We need help!" Someone screamed, "the bandits started a fight at the bar!" The door suddenly burst open, revealing a ten year old child who seemed to be out of breath because of running from the town to their cabin.

Shouto stood up in urgent. He folded back the plastic of the opened up chocolate bar before tucking it back in his pocket.

"Lead me the way" he said.

The child lead him towards the bar after crossing many abandoned roads. The old bar stood in the middle of two houses. "There were more than five armed men. So far, Mr. Shouji is holding them back from attacking the town by mocking them" the child cried as he pointed at the bar.

He clung on Shouto's blazer. "Please save Mr. Shouji" he cried louder.

"Alarm the town. I'll take it from here" he said before pulling his guns.

His right gun's handle froze. The frost is slowly creeping up the whole system, thickening. The left one suddenly felt hot, the metal handle slowly heating up. "Not today" Shouto groaned.

His quirk is still unstable after taking the medicine five years ago. Some other times, his quirks would be as powerful as before but most of the times...his quirk stayed quiet and weak. And some times- just like right now- his quirk is uncontrollable.

Shouto clicked his tongue once before finally keeping his guns back in his belt. Safe from his ranging quirk.

He doesn't have any choice; he need to fight fist to fist.

After rolling up his sleeves, he preceded to test his unstable quirk. His left hand crackled with fire and his left hand produced frost.  The nostalgic feeling of having a quirk floated in his mind, trying to control it by how he remembered it in his memories.

Shouto approached the door. The sound of crashing glasses, gunshots and footsteps is mixed with loud shouts. Everything about the bar is screaming 'rowdy'.

Putting on his best 'I don't give a fuck' look; he finally pushed the door open.

"- dare you call me retarded you weird white haired mammal!" Was the first words he heard when he entered, killing his mood.

Its very early in the morning, he was enjoying his chocolate when they made a fight in the bar where he had to travel for twenty minutes, and now he heard awful words coming from their filthy mouths. Just how annoying would that be.

The half and half gunslinger assessed them with a bored expression. The nine bandits surrounded the bar's counter where a white haired man with an emo cut in a military suit stood, holding a shotgun.

"Todoroki. Long time no see" Mezou saluted before reloading the shotgun with new shells. "Your late"

The bandits turned around in unison. Honestly, they looked like half assed highschool thugs in every anime. Except with guns and they are actually adults. Their faces are terrifying.

"You don't mind me stepping in right?" Shouto asked while walking in towards the middle of the room. He pulled a broken chair lying on the floor and placed it besides the sole survivor of the chaos; the mightiest round table.

"Its fine. I appreciate it actually. But please try to control your quirk a little" Mezou said as he pulled a classic red wine inside a cupboard. "You almost froze the whole bar"

Shouto was too busy fixing the chair to notice that half of the bar froze, along with the bandits. Icicles touched the ceiling of the bar, almost puncturing new holes on the rundown roof. The bar literally turned into an ice paradise for ice skaters.

He only shrugged, "Problem solved" he said.

Mezou smiled at the remark. "Your foot just made my bar into a human refrigerator. Not good" he pointed out after pouring the wine in a glass. "But, as a hero. I'll overlook what you did today and focus on the bandits. Hopefully Bakugou will buy it"

The gunslinger only shook his head weakly as he smiled. "I doubt that" he muttered.

"Here" Mezou said after approaching Shouto while dodging the sharp icicles and slippy ice. "Heat up" he placed the glass of red wine in front of the vigilante.

Shouto looked at it. "I tried drinking once and you can't even imagine what happened after that" he mumbled.

The white haired laughed lightly, "Don't worry, the alcohol level is low. Anyone can take it"

The gunslinger took the glass and held it on his right hand, chilling its content with his quirk. Luckily, he didn't froze the whole thing. Imagine holding a huge ice cube with a clueless look on your face..that would be embarrassing.

He eyed Mezou-who is drinking a whole bottle of beer- for a while as he gulped down the whole glass of bitter -sweet wine.

Shouto isn't used to how Mezou looked like compared to how he is five years ago.

His hair and eyes were the same but he has an actual nose and mouth plus ears. His arms were normal and so does his other body parts. Its very...

normal.

"You know...drinking like a normal person is kind of fun"

Shouto stayed quiet after that; he was sure of one thing:

Mezou is happy as he is now just like before.

....

Shouto is badass 😎😎😎

Summary: Shouto: *walks in the midst of chaos freezing every bitch on the way before taking a seat

Mezou: Be careful

Shouto: *looks at Mezou- clueless* wat?

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