Move On // Bastard

Revenant rode through the neighborhood approaching his new domicile, it had cost a substantial amount of money and time to prepare, and it still wasn't actually complete, but it would serve his purposes for the time being. He was in a more affluent and diverse area, the base had been owned by the Yakuza boss, but since taking ownership he had renovated the compound to better fit his own purposes. It was closer to the city than the deceased man's actual home, more of a business abode compared to his grand estate in the country.

The compound was not as horrendously massive as his neighbor's homes, but more modest and practical in his opinion, he didn't have multiple story tall built in libraries, but he did have plenty of space for himself and a few guests. He didn't anticipate having any guests in the short time he would be there, but once he switched sides, he would no doubt be able to make friends again. The prospect of having friends was a pleasant thought, it had been a while since he had any friends. Driving past the massive hedge wall of the neighbor's estate he spotted the gate to his own buildings. Pulling up to the gate he punched in his code and waited for the massive wrought iron portcullis opened granting its owner access.

Driving through the gate, which closed behind him quickly, he did not take the path to his left and instead rode forward, pressing a button on his motorcycle's handlebars opening one of the garage doors. Turning into the garage, he set his bike in one of the empty bays, in the others still sat the estate cars of the previous owner, they were expensive and would be a major pain to sell when the time came for him to make use of the space they occupied. Dismounting he closed the garage door behind him and set about inspecting his property. Walking into the adjoined hallway he continued down the way to the workshop. It contained adequate amounts of machinery for most any need, be it creation of gadgets, maintaining weapons, or prototyping equipment. In the corner was a server room and room where he would set up the computer – his Ops Center as it would be called. Continuing out the back door, he spotted his shipping container placed behind the building. He quickly looked inside confirming that it had not been disturbed during transit.

Satisfied, he walked past two storage sheds and moved next door to the training building. Entering from the back he looked around at his personal gun range. He didn't particularly care for using firearms, but he had collected enough in his time spent as a vigilante to have enough were it would be a mistake to not know how to use them properly. He looked at the myriad of rifles he had inherited from the crime boss, many looked out of date, collectible, valuable. They would serve as another source of income should he exhaust the deep pockets he had created and inherited from the old man. Leaving the firing range, he passed through a dojo room where he would be able to train his martial arts in peace. Opposite the wall along which he walked was the door to the weight room. The whole building used to be a martial arts dojo and separate shrine, but he had combined the two into his new training area. Walking through a small locker room, complete with shower, he emerged out the front, looing out on the courtyard of the complex. To his left was the garage and workshop building, to his right the main house's ballroom.

Stepping down from the dojo he made his way along the cobblestone path to the main house. Pulling the key from his pocket, he unlocked the massive old wooden doors. Pushing into the great hall he removed his shoes and began to inspect the building. To his left was a set of stairs leading to the second floor, behind those stairs was a guest room and laundry room. Directly in front of him was a makeshift rec room, previously a sitting room for tea, just to the left was a restroom. Following the hall to the right he opened a door and looked into the library, there were a great many books he would have ample time to read on his long boring standby. Behind him was the kitchen and pantry, it had yet to be stocked, but he would solve that issue in time. At the end of the hall he entered into the dinning hall. It was a grand room filled with fine wooden furnishings and a massive table. The wall that pointed out toward the dojo was made almost entirely of glass allowing form spectacular natural light.

Satisfied with the first floor he ascended the stairs to the second floor. It was mostly bedrooms with exception to the study which sat across the hall from the master bedroom which was located above the library. Inside the master there was a massive bed and modest furniture. The north wall (towards the dining room) had a false panel hiding a panic shelter in the event that the occupant wanted to be safe from nearly all attack vectors. Stripping off his gear he walked into the bathroom and began to address his wounds.

The bullet had indeed passed cleanly through his leg, so after bandaging the wound and cleaning himself off with a sink shower he pulled on a robe and set about unloading his things from the shipping container. He would not be actually installing or unpacking, he just wanted to have the eyesore removed for the premises before anyone really knew he was living there, it might get people suspicious.

Finishing he ordered himself a large meat lovers pizza and settled in for the day. He had planned to sleep the previous night, but Midnight finding his base of operations threw a monkey wrench in those plans, so he would sleep now. Opening a box, he pulled out a pair of stuffed animals, a penguin and seal, and trudged off to his new bed.

The passed out quickly that morning, blackout curtains pulled, cuddling up with his stuffed animals.

Nemuri Kayama pinched her eyebrows together in frustration at the news the Revenant's warehouse had miraculously erupted into fire the night after she had been there for the first time. To her, it was obvious what happened. 'That little shit fucking ghosted me!' she though angrily, knowing full well that he would be cautious not to be caught before he could switch sides.

It was a comfortable thought to have that he was in no immediate danger but it did not help that she was back to almost square one with who he was and where he lived. The most important note of progress she had gotten from the interaction had gone up in smoke. It would likely be a few days before he moved again, so she twiddled her thumbs and continued her normal work, not breathing a word of the base being related to Revenant to Shota, he had it out for the kid because he "was a dangerous unhinged villain with no code or ethics," but she knew better about the kid.

She leaned back at her desk, she still needed to finish creating her lesson plan for the day. She groaned, the kids she was teaching were dumb as bricks when it came to art history.

> ASL?

> Hidden Forbidden Secret. ASL?

> Irrelevant Attack Helicopter Workshop. How have you been doing Too Young!?

> Not bad, and like I said its Hidden Forbidden Secret now.

> I will never stop calling you Too Young!

> Ur ma babey

> Whoa there babe, thought you were about to bust out the L word

> Lesbians?

> No, the other one

> Liquid dynamics

> that's not even a real thing. It's fluid dynamics and you know it.

> Pfft, nerd.

> Learned it from the best! So, my big nerdy pink haired girlfriend, what have you been up to?

> when did we start dating?

> around when I said girlfriend, girlfriend.

> I do not consent!

> I've been building a grappling hook

> Lame, and I did it first~

> what the fuck! How the hell did you manage that! I thought you lived in the sewers with a box of scraps!

> baby got upgrades honey, just moved into a compound – got a whole new workshop and I've been crushing it.

> How, where and can I come over?

> if you came over I'd have to kill you~

> Bitch, I'd sell my soul for a decent workshop. All I have here is a torch and soldering equipment. Fuck I had to build my own wielder!

> that's rough buddy. And I'm not proficient in legalese to write a contract binding you to me for the rest of your life.

> I'll be your best friend?

> Wow, what an upgrade! Going from pro-hero to support nut.

> Ur friends with a pro??? Can you tell me which one?

> If you find her she will hunt you down to get to me, she's such a tease.

> OMG its Midnight!

> …

> I'm actually quite impressed.

> Like, I can even get mad at that. Incredible job.

> Thank you! And if you are such good friends with her then that would likely make you…

> Ren Zentoki!

> Good work Hatsume. Also, you shouldn't like photos while stalking someone, it's a dead giveaway

> :0

> Since we know each other now can I come to ur house and use your workshop?

> In time, gotta make sure I can trust you darling.

> Baby I'll do anything.

> Post a video of yourself singing along to Never gonna give you up by Rick Astley to your public page with no context

> You want me to rickroll my followers? Fuckin done!

> Once I see it, I'll reach out to you again and we can continue our chat.

> I look forward to it babe!

Revenant continued where he left off looking through Dead Arms files, opening the one labeled Dragon, he was met with a familiar face. That of his father, Hisashi Midoriya. He froze at the picture of his father's face on the file of the first man he killed. 'there is no way,' he told himself reading the report. For the most part it was innocuous, detailing jobs that Dragon had accomplished in his working for Dead Arms as a contractor for corpse disposal. The reports where fairly mundane, they didn't bring in any money, they weren't dangerous, it was grunt work. He didn't even have a monopoly on corpse disposal, some other fire user named Dabi was repeatedly mentioned as being an equally viable option, who was only disliked because of a rotten attitude.

Reaching the end of the report covered Dragon being up for promotion on the same day of the villain attack, almost being fired and deciding on his own the attack the Midoriya house. The shock that his own father had tried to kill him was dwarfed only as he remembered something from the day he woke up in the hospital.

Parent/Guardians: Hisashi Midoriya (Missing), Inko Midoriya (Room 413)

Note: At the request of the mother, Inko Midoriya, a DNA test was run on all subjects at the scene.

The report mentioned that Hisashi had been missing the day of the attack, yet he was right there. Revenant pulled his quirk over his body and set off from the desk out into the workshop. There was someone he needed answers from.

Setting out on a later afternoon ride in his combat equipment he blitzed through the streets to the secluded mental hospital Dead Arms had stashed his mother. The hospital was far away, it would have been better to take a high-speed train, but he wasn't thinking clearly as he set out on his ride, quirk blazing with fires that he could not and would not contain. He was seeing red, the shock of having killed his own father when all this mess had begun drove him further and further forward. Pressing both himself and the motorcycle past both of their limits.

He could feel his muscles ripping themselves apart as he involuntarily used his hysterical strength, the pain only set him off more and more. Flying through the backroads he realized that his bike was performing under what he wanted, making a mental note to have Abe enhance it further, if his quirk was going to let him push further and faster then he would damn well ensure his equipment could keep up.

By the time he arrived at the mental hospital it was already nighttime. Dismounting his bike, he walked toward the front doors, emanating bloodlust in all directions, he felt ready to kill anyone in his way. Pushing through the front doors the receptionist didn't look up.

"Visiting hours have ended for the day, please come back at-"

"Where is Inko Midoriya" he ordered, voice gravelly, low and cracking. The receptionist looked up and saw death incarnate, she turned pale as a ghost and pushed forward a clipboard. Taking the clipboard, he left her with one additional order. "Call the police and you'll be a red smear on the road" she nodded, and sat completely still as he inspected the information.

Inko was in room 132. He dropped the clipboard back on the dais and turned towards the rooms. He knew that she would call the cops as soon as he left the room, but he didn't care. Kicking through the bared doors he walked silently through the hallway until he came upon the room marked at 132. Revenant held his breath as he opened the door, looking on his mother who lay sleeping in her bed.

She had lost much of the weight she had put on before being sent to the hospital, she had grey hairs despite being young. She looked like a mess all things considered, as pale if not paler than Revenant himself. He thought to himself how much like a family they would still look even with his hair white, wavy and long. He approached her bedside and nudged her awake. She looked small, frail, he didn't want to hurt her that much, but he needed answers.

"Inko, wake the fuck up!" he commanded, voice still flowing with rage. Her eyes shot open and narrowed on his own. She began to panic but he remained resolute. "I am Revenant, I have some questions for you."

"Who are you!" she screamed in a panic.

Revenant rolled his eyes, "Revenant, an assassin. I will ask questions and you will answer." He commanded attempting to make her focus. "Unless of course you never want to see your son again." He tempted her with his own presence, that made her calm down slightly.

"What have you done with Izuku!" she yelled at the assassin.

"I know where he is, he is not dead. Will you answer my questions? They concern him," she looked him dead in the eyes and nodded slowly. "Who is Izuku Midoriya's biological father?" the question caused her to adopt a confused look.

"Hisashi Midoriya… ?" she said unsure if there was some deeper context to the question.

"I ask again, who is Izuku Midoriya's biological father, it is not Hisashi." At those words something sparked in her eyes, a spark of recognition, a spark of remembrance perhaps. She gulped heavily and audibly. She mumbled an answer which he could not hear. "Come again? Speak up!" he barked.

"Higarashi Zentoki!" she cried out.

Revenant bit his lip beneath his mask, there was no way that it could be the same Zentoki. Absolutely no way in hell that he could have been her real little brother. One thing was certain, and he focused on it for the moment – he was a bastard child.

"Did this man have a daughter?"

"Yes…"

"Name?"

"I don't know she was just a toddler, she got sent away before we started having our affair."

"That's all I need to know."

"Wait! What about my son! Where is he? Please!"

"Get yourself checked out of this hospital and contact me on HiddenAffairs. I'll bring the two of you together after that time." Revenant said, his voice growing softer. He left the hospital just as the police arrived, they didn't know who he was, he was well known in Musutafu, not Kobe after all. He rode through the night, pushing down the anger and feelings that knowing his true origins inspired within him. He was angry, and he wanted someone to take it out on.

That night in Kobe a mysterious vigilante was spotted multiple times severely beating criminals and leaving them unconscious in alleys.

> Request a Haunting with the Spirit Network

> Any job will be accepted at the agent's discursion. Simply post the following: "I would like a haunting" and a ghost will be along to inquire as to your new needs.

> Reduced pricing with proof of hero status.

Revenant sat back as he posted the new version of his ad for the Spirit Network. He was fed up with being on standby, he would reactivate the network of his own free will and act as he decided for the time being.

>I would like a Haunting

That was fast.

> I would like a Haunting.

> ASL?

> Revenant, head to these coordinates. This is the doctor.

> [coordinates.gps.pinned-location]

> Is this an order on behalf of All for One?

> Yes, hurry up. I'll be waiting, we have an experiment I need to have you undertake.

> Yes sir, I'll head out now.

Revenant sighed, pulling himself up from his seat which he had just finished getting comfortable in, but knew that this exact sort of thing was bound to happen. All for One did not know where his new base was, and the computer's satellite uplink had been damaged, so he instead opted to bounce the signal around the world via numerous VPN layers. Mounting up on his motorcycle he reconfirmed the location of the GPS pin and set off.

The pin was out in the boonies, and his ride would take quite a while to complete, even with him speeding and snaking his way through traffic. His trip took around 5 hours, he had travelled across most of the country in that time, arriving at what appeared to be a run down and forgotten hospital just outside one of Japan's suicide forests. Revenant spotted the doctor waiting for him outside, the man looked incredibly tired, like he had not slept in weeks.

"good you have arrived, follow me, we must begin with the experiment post haste!" Revenant parked his bike in the front of the building under the awning and followed the doctor like the good solider he was. The doctor was uncomfortable to be around at the best of times, but now he was even more nervous and neurotic. Something must have happened; it would be his job to find out what after the procedure.

"We will be moving up the eye alterations, a need has been found for the process to be completed sooner," the doctor said with a faint tinge of pain to his voice, coming into the familiar examination room he directed Revenant, "remove your shirt and lie down on the table, make sure to keep your quirk active as I put you under."

Revenant nodded; the specific instructions meant that whatever experiment would be directly improving his quirk in some way. He half hoped that the eye alteration would cause a change in the color of his corneas, allowing him to hide his true identity better while using his quirk. Pulling the top of his combat suit off his shoulders, he let it hang limply at his waist and laid down on the operating table. The doctor came over and pressed the gas mask to his face after confirming that Revenant's quirk was still active.

He breathed in deeply as his head became light. His quirk burned comfortably within his core as he passed out.

The doctor was upset at the turn of events regarding his experiments. He did not want to rush his science, but he needed to find out if the eye transplant surgery was at least a viable option to return Master's sight. Master had been in a coma and lost all of his face after his cataclysmic battle with All Might, he was stable, but once he woke up he would surely seek to regain as much of his former power as possible, returning his sight would no doubt be high on his priority.

Today was supposed to be another round of muscle enhancement, the introduction of a new gland in the boy's head, and another modification to the boy's heart and lungs. As an addition he would be removing and replacing the child's eyes with a pair of enhanced ones cloned from his body and made with various quirks. The operation would be incredibly risky, but the pay off could potentially ensure the boy would remain a loyal and deadly weapon. The added benefit of restoring Master's eyesight would only serve to better his contributions.

The Doctor went over the operations he would be performing again in greater detail:

The first would be another round of muscular enhancements. The pervious round had been below expectations and provided ample data as to how to better formulate the drugs. Ideally this batch would bring his natural strength to 2.5 times that of a normal human without any enhancements.

The second was the implant of a new gland which should make the boy more susceptible to indoctrination and suggestions. Even if those aspects failed, the gland still served the purpose of enhancing his cognitive abilities, fortifying his electrical pathways, and acting as a secondary adrenal gland – producing a bio similar which was far more potent and should push the boy to function faster and stronger in combat.

The third modification to his heart and lungs would be necessary to account for the further increase in load on the body's cardiovascular system, additionally he would be testing a modification to the lungs which would render the boy able to resist the effects of gas based vectors for around 1 minute before succumbing to whatever was hidden within the gas. It would make future procedures more difficult to initiate, but would make the boy far more deadly even without equipment.

Finally, the eyes, incomplete though they were, they would still serve as excellent enhancements, provided the boy came back with his sight. They had been formulated from the boy's own DNA, modified with an increased quirk factor which should make them able to manifest powers while his quirk remains active. The intended enhancements were improved night vision, fine detail, and resistance to dust and other irritants, though that was mostly speculation – the tests had not been as conclusive as he would have liked them to be, but knowing Master, he would likely resist unnecessarily and refuse the operation when he awoke, instead relying upon quirks to regenerate his face. It was a fool's gambit, but one he would accept and not challenge given the chance.

Confirming his equipment, he began to shave the boy's head, arms, and legs, cleaning with care as he went on, preparing each part of the boy's body for surgery.