MHA: Akatsuki

A few hours later…

Somewhere in a dimly lit room, the silence was broken by the sudden flicker of a screen turning on. The glow cast eerie shadows across the walls, illuminating two figure sitting in front of it.

A voice, heavily distorted and emotionless, came through the speakers.

"Tomura… how do you plan to deal with the rising Akatsuki?"

At the mention of the vigilante group, Tomura let out a low grunt, his fingers twitching as he scratched at his neck, a familiar habit whenever he was irritated.

"Tch…" he clicked his tongue before finally responding.

"Our plans won't change. It doesn't matter who they are." His lips curled into a twisted smirk. "I'll disintegrate anyone who opposes us."

For a few seconds, there was silence.

Then—

A deep, mechanical laugh played from the screen. It was impossible to tell whether it was amused, mocking, or something else entirely.

"Such a straightforward answer… But be cautious, Shigaraki."

With that, the screen suddenly went black.

Tomura stared at the empty screen for a moment, his smirk slowly fading.

"Tch. Cautious, huh?" He muttered under his breath. His fingers twitched again.

"Let them come. I'll destroy them all."

...

The dim glow of the moon barely illuminated the small, sparsely furnished room. The air was still, the only sound being the steady breathing of Satoshi Yamamoto, who lay fast asleep on his worn-out mattress. His body was relaxed, his mind adrift in deep slumber—completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Then—

A soft chime echoed, cutting through the silence.

A floating screen materialized in front of him, its glowing letters hovering in the darkness:

[Akatsuki has accomplished an achievement.]

Seconds passed. Satoshi remained asleep.

But then—

"Akatsuki has accomplished an achievement."

The system's voice resonated directly in his mind.

His eyes snapped open.

Blinking blearily, he groaned, rubbing the exhaustion from his face before sluggishly sitting up. His tired gaze landed on the floating screen.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Better late than never."

Just as he was about to dismiss the notification, the screen abruptly changed.

[An Akatsuki member has been reborn.]

Satoshi's expression stiffened slightly. His eyes lingered on the message before the screen flickered out of existence, leaving only the faint hum of the night.

He exhaled, his thoughts racing.

Before he could dwell on it further—

The air in the room warped.

A distortion appeared, space twisting unnaturally, as if reality itself was unraveling at the seams. A spiraling vortex formed at the center of the room.

Satoshi's eyes widened slightly.

"No way…"

The vortex twisted and turned, the spirals pulling inward like an abyss. Then—

A figure stepped forward.

A man emerged—black hair, sharp features, his presence carrying an air of quiet intensity. He appeared to be around Konan's age, his dark gaze scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a calm, unreadable expression.

The swirling distortion behind him vanished, leaving only silence in its wake.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then—

A slow grin spread across Satoshi's face. "Looks like I just hit the jackpot." He thought

He pushed himself off the bed, stretching slightly as he sized up the new arrival.

"So…" he started, his tone light yet curious, "what should I call you?"

The man remained silent.

Satoshi's smirk widened. "Madara?" He tilted his head. "Obito?" He paused before chuckling. "Or do you have another name in mind?"

A brief silence.

Then—

The man finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm.

"Shinki."

Satoshi raised a brow. "Shinki, huh? So that's the name of your current body?"

The newly reborn Shinki gave a small nod.

Satoshi let out a short laugh before stepping forward. "Well then—welcome to your new world."

Shinki opened his mouth to speak—but Satoshi raised a hand, stopping him.

"Before we continue," Satoshi said, his tone casual yet firm, "I need to know something first. How much do you remember from your old world?"

Shinki's brows furrowed slightly.

"Do you remember everything up until your death?" Satoshi continued. "Or just before the Fourth Great Ninja War?"

A brief pause.

Shinki closed his eyes for a moment, sorting through the engraved memories of a life long gone.

Then, he spoke.

"I remember until my death." His voice was steady, unwavering. "And I also have the memories of this body."

Satoshi, outwardly composed, grinned internally.

"Perfect."

Satoshi cracked his neck, then extended his hand. "Satoshi Yamamoto," he introduced himself.

Shinki grasped his hand firmly. "Shinki."

With introductions done, Satoshi exhaled, glancing toward the window. The sky outside was still dark. He turned back to Shinki, his posture relaxed yet sharp.

"It's late. Let's not waste time." He leaned slightly against the wall, arms crossed. "Is there anything you want to ask? Anything you need to know? Or something you want to say to me?"

Shinki nodded.

After a moment of thought, he finally spoke.

"What do you plan to do with the Akatsuki?"

Satoshi raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Shinki exhaled, his expression contemplative.

"I've realized something..." His voice carried a weight that hadn't been there before. "The Akatsuki I once manipulated—the actions I took back then… it was never the right way."

Satoshi listened, intrigued.

Shinki's gaze darkened slightly. "Peace isn't what I used to think it was."

For a few seconds, silence.

Then—Satoshi nodded, his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

...

Soon enought, the conversation had come to an end.

Shinki turned, preparing to leave.

However, before he could take a step, Satoshi suddenly spoke up.

"Wait."

Shinki paused, glancing over his shoulder.

With a flick of his wrist, Satoshi materialized an Akatsuki cloak and a mask, holding them out toward him.

Taking the items, Shinki examined the mask first.

His fingers traced the spiral engraving, eerily similar to his old one. He looked up at Satoshi. "What's the mask for?"

Satoshi grinned, arms crossed. "Unlike in our old world, we can have a life outside of Akatsuki."

Shinki remained silent.

Satoshi continued, his voice steady. "This mask is similar to your old one. Not even the Byakugan can see through it." He tilted his head slightly. "No one's gonna know your identity unless you remove your mask."

Shinki studied the mask for a moment longer.

Then, with a small nod, he clutched it in his hand.

A spiral vortex formed around him.

As quickly as it appeared, it vanished—taking Shinki with it.

Satoshi smirked at this and wasting no time, he immediately called out to the system in his mind.

"System, display Obito's powers."

A floating screen materialized once again, its glowing letters illuminating the dimly lit room.

[Displaying Obito's Powers…]

Satoshi's gaze sharpened as he scanned the details.

[Quirk: Kamui]

Kamui Portal: Allows the user to open a portal to the Kamui Dimension. However, the portal can only remain open for a limited duration.

The longer the portal remains active, the longer the cooldown before it can be used again.

Exit Restriction: When inside the Kamui Dimension, the user can only open an exit within a 1 km radius of the location where they initially entered.

Spatial Transfer: The user can transport anything or anyone that they are actively touching into the Kamui Dimension through their Kamui portals.

Satoshi hummed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"So it's basically Obito's original ability—but nerfed."

He wasn't particularly surprised. The system has already warned him and he knew that this world had its own rules. It made sense that Obito—or rather, Shinki—wouldn't have the same godlike teleportation abilities as before.

Still…

"Even with these limitations, this is powerful."

Kamui had always been one of the most broken abilities back in the ninja world. It was an ability that allowed its user to phase through attacks, escape from impossible situations, and eliminate enemies without leaving a trace.

The only difference now was that Obito couldn't abuse it indefinitely.

Satoshi chuckled to himself.

"Well then, let's see how you handle your new life, Obito… or should I say, Shinki?"

With that, he pushed off the wall, his smirk never fading as he stepped toward the window and gazed at the moonlit city below.

Tonight had been interesting...

Satoshi exhaled deeply, his smirk never fading as he let himself fall back onto his bed.

He allowed himself to relax.

His eyes drifted to the ceiling, and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"Yeah… this was worth the risk."

His recent action was a gamle. A gamble that he almost loss.

But now?

Now, they had one powerful man on their side.

Satoshi's smirk deepened as he recalled their conversation.

Unlike himself and Konan, Shinki's current body wasn't completely ordinary before.

Despite being quirkless, he had once tried to enter a hero school, relying solely on his body's physical abilities.

He was rejected.

But did he give up? No.

Instead, he had turned to vigilantism.

And while he managed to stop a villain in his first fight, he was immediately captured by the heroes.

Satoshi's eyes gleamed in the dim light of his room.

"That means his physical abilities were already on a different level."

In this world, where quirks dictated everything, a quirkless person fighting on equal ground with villains?

That spoke volumes.

Compared to him and Konan, Shinki's physical ability was leagues ahead.

Satoshi placed a hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling as his thoughts raced.

"For now… Akatsuki will be relying heavily on him."

With those final thoughts, he closed his eyes, the ghost of a smile still lingering on his lips.

...

A few days later, the stillness of the city had settled into an uneasy quiet. The Akatsuki had been notably absent from the public eye, their activities dwindling to an almost nonexistent hum. With the exception of a few whispers and rumors in the dark corners of the underground, it seemed as if the vigilante organization had gone underground.

However, that tranquility was about to shatter.

It was late in the evening when the soft hum of a television set filled the otherwise silent room.

"Good evening, citizens. We bring you breaking news tonight. Reports have surfaced of yet another Akatsuki member making their presence known. This marks the latest in a string of mysterious appearances by the once-hidden organization."

The camera cut to a grainy photo of a man standing in the shadows, wearing the unmistakable black cloak adorned with red clouds. His features were obscured by a mask, but it was the mask's spiral engraving and the stark contrast of his black hair against the dark surroundings that caught the attention.

"This new figure, reportedly seen only at night, has been dubbed 'The Ghost of the Akatsuki' by witnesses. Eyewitnesses describe an unsettling phenomenon—the figure is said to be untouchable, with any attempts to strike or even make contact passing through him as though his body were nothing more than air."

The reporter paused, letting the chilling words sink in.

"As horrifying as it sounds, witnesses claim that this ghostly figure does not seem to target anyone unless they are a criminal. Multiple reports suggest that he has been hunting down villains in the darkest hours of the night, making swift work of them before vanishing without a trace along with his victims. No one can seem to lay a finger on him, as all attacks and efforts to stop him are futile. They simply... pass right through him."

The screen flickered, showing images of chaos in the aftermath of the Ghost's presence—overturned tables, and dark alleys where nothing but the echoes of those who had faced him remained. Even the bodies of his victims vanished.

The reporter continued, her voice becoming more somber. "The Ghost joins a growing list of members who have recently emerged from the shadows. Among them, an individual known only as Pain, whose ruthless ambitions continue to leave us with more questions than answers. And let's not forget the enigmatic Angel, whose motives and identity remain as unclear as ever."

A map of the city appeared, with red marks pinpointing locations where the Akatsuki had been acted. The camera zoomed in on the most recent sighting—an alleyway, eerily silent, save for the aftermath of a battle.

"Experts are struggling to understand the true extent of the powers these individuals possess. Could the Akatsuki's latest recruits be more dangerous than we ever imagined? And what does this mean for the future of the city?"

The reporter's eyes sharpened as she delivered the final line. "For now, all we can do is wait and watch. And pray we are not caught in the path of the their chaos."

With a flicker, the screen went dark, and the television cut to commercial.

The television flickered off, the room falling into an uneasy silence. The soft hum of the still air contrasted with the tension that lingered. Izuku sat on the couch, his eyes wide, still processing the chilling news report he had just witnessed. 

"I knew the Akatsuki were really dangerous," Izuku muttered under his breath, his voice filled with both concern and disbelief.

The silence was broken by a low chuckle from the opposite side of the room. Satoshi leaned back casually in his chair, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face.

"You worry too much," Satoshi said, his voice smooth and dripping with a calm confidence. "One punch from All Might and this whole mess would be over."

Izuku glanced over at Satoshi, his brow furrowing slightly, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in his gaze as he thought about All Might's situation. "Yeah..." His voice trailed off, still unsure of the scale of the threat they were facing while in his mind, he wondered whether All Might can still handle this new group despite his... Current situation.

Satoshi's smirk never faltered as he stood up from his seat, stretching nonchalantly. "It's true they're dangerous, but nothing our world hasn't dealt with before. All Might's the one we should trust for handling this, not to mention—" He paused, letting the moment hang in the air, "—If for whatever reason All Might can't, there's still a lot of heroes world wide."

Izuku gave a quiet sigh, looking down at his hands for a moment before shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

Just then, the soft voice of Izuku's mother, Inko, cut through the tension. She stepped into the living room from the kitchen, a warm, motherly smile on her face. "Izuku, Satoshi, you both should open your mail from UA. Maybe that'll take your minds off things for a while." 

Satoshi picked up his envelope but paused, glancing over at Inko with a grateful smile. "Thank you again, Mrs. Midoriya, for letting me come over tonight. You and Izuku have been too kind."

Inko waved her hand dismissively, her warm smile never fading. "Oh, nonsense, Satoshi! You're always welcome here. Besides, this is an important moment for both of you."

Satoshi nodded, but his attention shifted back to Izuku, who was staring down at his envelope with a nervous grip. His fingers trembled slightly against the paper.

Izuku took a deep breath before forcing a smile. "We should… open them now, right?" His voice wavered just a little, betraying the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.

Before Satoshi could respond, Inko suddenly clasped her hands together, looking more nervous than even Izuku. Her eyes darted between the two letters, then back to the boys. "Oh, I can't take this!" she exclaimed, her voice almost panicked. "This is too much suspense! I'm going to wait in my room—just tell me what happens later!"

Without another word, she spun around and rushed down the hall, disappearing into her bedroom. The door shut behind her, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. However, a second later, the door opened ever so slightly.

For a moment, Satoshi and Izuku just stared at each other before breaking into small, amused smiles.

"Guess she's more nervous than you," Satoshi teased.

Izuku let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah… I guess she is."

The tension still lingered, but the moment felt just a bit lighter now.

Without further hesitation, the two gripped their envelopes and, with one swift motion, ripped them open.

Immediately, two bright glow erupted from the contents, and two hologram flickered to life before them.