A Non-Canon Event Special : 28 Stab Wounds

[Sometime in a future that doesn't exist]

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"Chief Tsuragamae! The kid has somehow got out of the holding cell!"

Tsuragamae bolted up, "WHAT?!"

"Yes sir! It was not but a minute ago we noticed."

"He couldn't have gone far. Send out an alert and scan the perimeter. We cannot afford to lose him. He is currently our only witness on the status of All for One. If the wrong people find him..."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the police force, Koto was about to practice his persuasion skills in one of their interrogation rooms. The police had currently in their custody a getaway driver for a team of burglars. The problem was they couldn't get a peep out of him no matter what they tried.

But Koto had a idea.

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[Interrogation room]

Koto walks in the room, folder in hand. He looks at himself in the one way mirror. He already knew that no one was behind there at the moment. Or so he thought...

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[Interrogation Room: Behind the glass.]

"Are ya getting this Himari?", an officer asked his coworker.

"I am. But what exactly am I watching?", replied Himari.

"I don't know. But -"

Their radios cackled with static, then they heard the voice of their Chief.

"Be on the look out for a white haired kid with a scar over his left eye. He should be nearby. Notify me immediately when you spot him."

Himari and his coworker looked at each other.

"Himari. I'll get the chief. You make sure the kid doesn't go anywhere."

"Alright. See ya soon."

The officer left Himari to monitor the kid.

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[Interrogation Room]

Koto let a bead of sweat slide down his face. He only had one shot at this. If he got it right. Heheheheheh.....

"Listen, you have been going at me for three days already. Give up. Your not gonna..."

The thug driver looked up.

"What the hell? You lost kid?"

Koto locked the door. He approached the side of the table opposite of the criminal."

"No, I'm the guy they bring in to crack the one's they bring in before they put them on the row.", Koto replied.

The criminal just stared silently for a few moments.

"PFFFAHAHAHAHA! You!? Your the guy they bring in to 'crack' me? But your just a kid. This has got to be a joke right?"

Koto laughed.

"HAHAHAHA, no. I may not look like it, but I'm actually 112 years old."

Koto then put on his most serious look he could he could muster.

"We know what you did, Dave."

"Really? What on earth did I do? And Dave is not my real-"

"Can it, you filthy murderer."

"Huh? But I didn't kill anybody. I think you got the wrong -"

Koto activated his quirk, triggering King's Kind Engine and a bloodlust meme. He could feel the atmosphere in the room tighten, smothering the criminal in a sense of foreboding dread.

*SLAM!!!

"28 STAB WOUNDS!!!"

"...what?"

"YOU DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH?!"

Koto slammed the file down on the table twice more, even harder than the first time.

"..whu?-w-what?!."

"DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE?"

"I-I think you got me confused wi-"

Koto couuld feel the power of his quirk taking hold.

Koto slammed the file down again.

"HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!"

*SLAM!* *SLAM!* *SLAM!* *SLAM!*

"...

...please stop..."

'Hahaha! I can smell weakness! ITS WORKING!!!', Koto thought.

Koto slammed the file down again, but closer to the criminal's face. Though, he was looking more like a victim by the second.

"I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT?"

"Stop..."

Koto slammed the file down again, loudly.

"JUST SAY "I KILLED HIM"! IS IT THAT HARD TO SAY?!"

"...please..."

"Alright, alright, alright...everything is going to be just fine..."

"Thank you, sniff...."

The man, with tears now streaming down his cheeks, started to relax.

But we couldn't have that (;<

Koto slammed both his hands down on the table, then pulled the driver to his face by the collar. His face just inches away from the man's. His eyes burned into his very soul.

"JUST SAY YOU KILLED HIM! JUST SAY IT!!!"

"STOP IT! JUST STOP IT! I'LL TALK! I'll TALK!", the poor man cried.

The door to the interrogation room burst open, revealing a familiar homeless man with a very long scarf coiled around his neck. His pupils were glowing red.

Koto could feel his quirk getting cancelled like he was Elon Musk.

Aizawa instantly had Koto wrapped in a cocoon of scarf and pinned to the floor.

"I thought I told you to stay out of trouble!!!"

"Trouble? I am the trouble!"

Aizawa lost it. He flung Koto, still bound, out of the room. Hopefully a smack against the wall of the hallway would knock some some sense into him.

*CRASH!

But Koto somehow managed to crash himself out through a window instead.

Whoops...

[We'll be right back!]