Dynamite And A Laserbeam - Redux

Vol 4 - 3: Party Like It's 1999 - Part 2

[Party Like It's 1999 – Part 2]

"Asahina..." A low, thunderous growl trailed from The Boss' lips, a sneer taking up his visage as Nicholas swallowed down the slowly growing fear building up in his throat. He was still shaken up after his defeat against both the Midoriya's, and he knew that The Boss would be furious.

He just never expected this level of anger from him.

"N-Now I-I know I failed, but—"

"You didn't just fail, Asahina. You exposed yourself," The Boss snarled, slamming his right fist against the desk, the sound reverberating throughout the small room as Nicholas flinched. "You blew your cover. Your face and name are now all over the internet and in the newspapers despite my best efforts. You're lucky that you didn't blow everything. If you had, I would've killed you myself."

Nicholas inched back further in his chair, sweat trickling from the side of his head as he began to panic. He had never heard nor seen The Boss this mad before. The way his eyes gleamed with hatred and anger was second to none. The way his lips curled back, revealing his teeth as a low snarl followed it.... It was almost like he was staring at a rabid dog moreso than a man.

"I-I know I failed you, Boss... B-But I promise that next time—"

"Next time?" The Boss snapped, shooting up from his chair as Nicholas leapt back, barely avoiding a fast-moving dark blue blur that cleaved through the air and cut perfectly through the floor and The Boss' desk. The Boss pushed past the destroyed furniture before grabbing Nicholas by the collar and lifting him off the ground. "There will not be a next time. I do not accept failure, Asahina! You know this more than anyone else. I will not tolerate this for a micro-instant! You're lucky I still have a use for you."

The Boss threw Nicholas to the floor as Nicholas shuffled away, trying to create distance between himself and The Boss. Not that it particularly mattered, as it only took a few shuffles before he was pressed against a wall. The Boss glowered at Nicholas, a hint of disappointment bleeding into his glare, mixing and combining with hatred and rage.

"You should count yourself lucky, Asahina, that Makoto is no longer with us. I was looking for someone to replace her, but I suppose I won't have to look too far after all, now will I?" The Boss snarled, looming over Asahina as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his shadow covering Asahina as the latter's eyes widened.

"Y-You're... firing me?"

"Firing you from Percussores Damnatorum, and re-hiring you to work as the head of The Debt Collection Unit. Be glad I don't kill you. You're too useful to let die. Besides, you work better as a Debt Collector than you do an assassin, anyway," The Boss spat, before kicking Asahina in the chest, forcing the air out of his lungs, and digging his heel in, doubling the pain Asahina was feeling. "But understand, Asahina, that if you fail me again I will not be as lenient."

With a final kick to the chin that sent Asahina sprawling to the ground on his side, The Boss turned his back on Asashina, walked over to his desk and frowned. He looked over its destroyed form, a small snarl taking up his visage. "You're dismissed. Do not speak to me for the next month. If you do, you're dead. Starting now."

With a silent nod, Asahina slowly picked himself up, before rushing out of The Boss' office. For his part, The Boss, aka Blackwell, was furious. He wanted The Midoriya's dead for two reasons. One: Inko, aka Terrible Tornado, knew far too much to be kept alive anymore. Especially now that she was tangentially involved with The Speedwagon Foundation.

Two: Izuku Midoriya had now possessed One For All. How did he know this? Well, All For One said as such. How did All For One know? Because Shigaraki experienced the brunt of it when he almost got decked in the face by Izuku Midoriya.