Fallen Fates (Chapter one) -- DabiHawks fanfiction

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Chapter one -- Lost Keigo Takami (Hawks) Hawks had never once thought he would be in his dream vacation city under such… dire circumstances. To be in Paris, France and not even be able to stop to enjoy the view of the castles and architectural buildings… He sighed, not wanting to think about it too much. He had a mission to attend to. Since Tomura Shigaraki and his so-called League of Villains had won over the world, things had been going very, very differently. Though the concept of it seemed far-fetched, it had been an all-out sort of.. war..? The League had hacked into a worldwide broadcast, claiming ‘revolution’ against the heroes ‘keeping them prisoner’. Calling a no-rules society, where the ONLY rule was to join the life of destruction or be destroyed by it. Kinda like the Pirates of the Caribbean rules; Take all you can, give nothing back. Whomever conquered something could claim it, if they were taken over because someone else wanted that thing so badly, then the other person got it. The original League, though, got their choice of residence. They were spread out through the world as the revolution had raged on, all villains joining together. Keigo had his own special little squad mission, though. To start taking down the revolution, starting with the smallest world section, though it didn’t mean it wasn’t a big chunk. The area Dabi had been assigned to, and he had chosen to settle down in the center of it; Paris, France. Plus, Being the diva he is, the man had decided to take residence in one of the many castles scattered about. It was most certainly hard to get to, and it’s location wasn’t anywhere on Google Maps. Keigo wondered how he even managed to find out about it… His attention shifted to the yelling up ahead, some villains were attacking, probably just thieves, but they still had spirit. Keigo sent three feathers flying at the trio, flinging them off the cliff they were hiking. Not that he needed to hike, he could fly anywhere, but he decided it was better to stick with a group. They were currently searching for survivors of the latest attack, which had been sent by some strong power-type quirk villains. The area was a mess, and there were a lot of people dead. The hero sighed, feeling light headed from everything. “We’ve found one!” The sound of yelling startled him back to reality, the group of people he was with rushed toward the source of it. That old hero, Gran Torino, was crouched down by a black haired kid, he was breathing, but not very well. They rolled him over, and Keigo recognised the face, though he didn’t recognise anything else. “Wait!” He yelled, quickly flapping his wings, floating over the crowd to the boy. He knew it, Eijiro Kirishima. His hair must have run out of dye, the tips were still a faded red, though. The poor kid must have used his quirk to try to protect himself and those around him. Sadly, he had been the only survivor. The boy was, what was it, 18, now? He had been sent off to Paris for some special agency training. His fate there was lucky, at least he was alive. Keigo turned toward the others. “Any other luck?” He asked, his voice dragging on with a false hope. It was unlikely, though maybe some others had protective quirks. He sighed as they shook their heads. “All dead..” a magenta haired boy answered, he seemed like he had already given up. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his gorgeous hair was a mess, his eyes dull. Keigo wasn’t surprised, they all must’ve looked like that, though All Might tried to lighten up the mood sometimes by naming all the good things that have happened since. Since he wasn’t a hero anymore, he dedicated his time to helping the injured, and training those who had matched up to his standards as ‘willful enough to fight’. Only if they were truthfully willing, of course, but still, the man had spirit. Keigo shook his head. “We’d better head back, then,” He mumbled, gazing at all the lifeless figures. “Nothing more we can do for them.. It would take up too much time to bury them all..” He sighed, picking up Kirishima and flying back. He trusted the others to take care of themselves, they all had All Might’s approval, and what was better than that? Plus, it was his top priority to get the injured to the medical center before they could get any worse. He relaxed a bit as the boy shifted slightly in his arms, listening as his breathing steadied itself. He couldn’t help but feel regretful, they certainly didn’t get to every body lying on the ground, perhaps someone else was still alive, and they had left them to starve, bleed out, or get devoured by the bloodthirsty villains roaming around.