This is just word fill using my previous story, skip!
Akira got up off his bed as he finished the latest chapter of My Hero Academia. With a groan he stretched his muscles that had grown tense from his long reading session. He was positive he reached a new record in the amount of time he had spent sitting in his chair, though it was nothing to celebrate about.
"The chapter was cool, it's a shame Stars and Stripes was only introduced to nerf Shigaraki, she had a really cool quirk." He paused for a moment, "It really is an overpowered quirk, I can only imagine the amount of ways to use that power. If I was in that world, I would easily choose that quirk over the rest."
He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, sighing tiredly when he saw the near empty milk cartoon sitting there. Grabbing the milk and inspecting it, he shook his head.
"Looks like I'll have to get more." Akira said with a tut of his teeth, checking the time, "11pm…stores are still open."
After cleaning himself up slightly he put on a proper pair of clothes and shoes and left his apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him.
As he walked through the streets of the city, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for spending his entire day reading manga and doing nothing else. Akira was usually a productive person, making sure to get enough sunlight, exercise and study everyday.
He was feeling a little burnout lately, being so close to exam season he had been studying all the time, and his days were always the same repetitive garbage he hated with a passion. He deemed it necessary to have a day to relax, and the next day he would be back to tip top shape. The thing was, he usually felt guilty about not doing any work, and it only caused him more stress on a day meant to relax. It was a very unforgiving cycle his own brain put him through.
Still, he was glad to have finally caught up with some of his favourite manga, so that was a plus. He walked through the empty city, rubbing his stinging eyes, trying to force the pain away.
'Staring at a screen all day isn't good for your eyes.'
As he walked across the street, an echo of cries and screams filled his ears. His body momentarily flinched up at the horrifying noise, but a second later his body moved, turning in the direction the noise came from.
All he saw was a bright flash of yellow before his world went black.
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Akira Endo was a child of Japanese descent who had grown up in an orphanage in the outer banks of Mustafu. He was a quiet kid for his age, and often preferred things like reading books compared to sports like many of the other kids his age.
It was because of this Akira had no friends, but he wasn't treated badly or with disdain, so Akira didn't mind all too much. This suddenly changed when Akira turned 4 years old. While the other kids were getting their quirks and showing them off to other people, Akira remained one of the few to have yet to get a quirk. It had eventually reached the point where he was the only one in the orphanage who didn't have a quirk, so he was taken to a doctor.
Quirkless…That was his diagnosis. It was a word that stuck and clung to him like a parasite, and a word that haunted him the rest of his life.
For a child, Akira was exceedingly well observant, so he was quick to notice the small changes in behaviour around him. The bullying from the kids was instant, but that much was to be expected, they were kids, and kids were stupid. However, what he noticed was that even the adults, the caretakers and the teachers looked and treated him with disdain.
His grades were tampered with, he got smaller portions at lunch, and he always had more chores than the rest of the kids at the orphanage.
Worst of all…no one stopped the harsh treatment he received, so it festered. No matter where he went to hide during breaks he was always found. He came home beaten and covered in bruises, and when he tried to retreat to the safety of his books, he found them destroyed by the orphanage kids as well.
This harsh, but very legal and accepted treatment carried on for 4 years until he finally snapped. All the pent up rage, frustration and anger was released in a beating of screams and violence as Akira finally decided to fight back against one of his primary tormentors.
A broken nose, two black eyes, a bloody lip, and shattered teeth. That seemed to be all the words he focused on from the principal before he was expelled. He was kicked out of the orphanage the same night, entering the streets of Mustafu at the age of 8, quirkless, but with one proud achievement nonetheless.
Tonight was his first night on the streets. Despite the sympathetic looks he got, no one helped him, not even a hero. He struggled to find money and a shelter to stay the night, so he was forced to sleep in the back of an alley with an empty stomach.
When he awoke, his body was still very much the same. Dull aches flared across his body from some recent beatings he received, while his knuckles were in bad condition from his bout of fury before.
His mind though…that was a different story entirely. Instead of waking up as Akira Endo, he woke up as another Akira with the memories of Akira Endo. Most surprising, the world Akira came from gave him the necessary knowledge to understand he was in the world of My Hero Academia, a manga from his previous world, and the current world he was in.
He quickly calmed down from his shock, managing to understand the situation from the memories he had been given. He had died, then he had been transported into the world of My Hero Academia in the body of another kid named Akira.
"Arghhh…" With a groan of pain he got up from the bag of trash he had been sitting on for the night and started stretching. He picked up a stench around his body, and he mentally noted that he should try and find a shower somehow.
After getting over the initial shock of being in another world, he found himself quite excited to be in a world full of superpowers, but not as excited as he was expecting. From the memories he had gained, he was reminded of the harsh treatment of the quirkless, forcing an 8 year old kid to become homeless. He had no idea how Izuku survived this treatment.
No matter the world, human nature never changed. Humans were capable of monstrous things, and just because this world was portrayed opposite of that, doesn't mean it didn't exist. Overhaul was just a taste of what was on the surface, and the further you went down the rabbit hole the worse it most likely got.
He shivered. It got even worse when you brought quirks into the mix. He could only imagine the amount of evil that could be done by a single person.
While he was in his internal dilemma, he failed to notice a figure standing outside of the alley, smiling sadistically.
'Ok, first I need to decide what to do.' Considering he was quirkless, homeless, and broke, many of his ideas were swiftly denied. Maybe he could fake having a future sight quirk? Maybe he could get One for All? What abou–
"Hey kid, you look lost, you need some help?"
Akira froze. He remained still for a moment, trying to put on the most genuine smile he could muster and turned to the man, trying not to convey his nervousness, "No thank you mister, I'm fine."
As Akira looked at the man, his racing heartbeat quickened, sending powerful thumps throughout his body. At first glance the man looked normal, with a stoic normal face and brown hair, dressed in a nice business suit and tie. He looked like any normal man you would find on the streets of Japan, but when Akira saw his eyes, he knew everything he conveyed was a lie, a mere illusion.
His eyes were like a snakes, with small, narrow slits holding the cold and piercing stare that shook Akira to the core. Those were the eyes of no normal man, Akira knew he was in trouble.
The intensity of the glare sent by the man caused a shiver to go down Akira's spine, freezing him in position. Akira tried his best to move, to escape, to do anything, but he was locked in place.
'Shit! It's his quirk!' Akira realised. He pushed with all the strength his weak body could muster, but it refused to budge. He was at the man's mercy, and he seemed to realise this as well as he let out a haunting laugh.
"Hehe, I'll be rewarded handsomely for this…the doctor likes the feisty ones," He leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper, "He loves to break kids like you."
Akira struggled even more, much to the man's amusement. He let out another quiet laugh, dragging Akira across the floor. Akira tried everything he could, but the man's quirk shrivelled up all his chances of escape. All he could do was breathe and watch as helplessly as the man dragged him to his demise.
As his body scraped across the concrete, he calmed his mind down to think of a solution to get out of this. If he couldn't then he would end up turning into a Nomu by that doctor he was most likely going to.
'Think, Think!' As Akira desperately tried to come up with a solution, he found his mind going back to his final day on his original earth. He recalled back to when he had finished reading My Hero Academia, and talked about Stars and Stripes quirk.
"If I was in that world, I would easily choose that quirk over the rest." Were the words he had said. It was a stretch, but all Akira could do was grasp at straws at this point, so he could only try…it was the only thing he could think of.
He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the quirk's effect on him rendered him mute. He shouted and screamed until his throat burned bloody and raw, but only the sounds that echoed in the dark alley were flesh scraping concrete.
His eyes remained forced open because of the quirks effect, locked in place, so he could see they were close to the end of the alleyway. He recognised a black car, an SUV parked outside of the alleyway. His breath quickened, and despite the rough pain in his throat, he gave one last desperate try.
"I…will…be…able…to…move" The words came out as quiet as they were rough, but they had the intended effect. He felt an energy in his stomach come to life and bloom, bubbling and heating up as it spread throughout his body with an intense feeling. A second later, his hand twitched. The man didn't seem to notice.
He was free, but his mind continued to race. From what he recalled, the basic description of New Order was that it allowed the user to set a rule or order on something, be it the user, another person, or the surroundings.
He didn't fully understand the complexity of the quirk, but he at least knew he couldn't use his quirk directly on his captor, as he didn't know his name. He also couldn't use it for any enhancements as his body was weak and injured. That left one option…
"⭐I can control the earth!⭐"
Again, he felt that same feeling within his stomach, bursting to life as it spread across his body. With an angry snarl, he forced his palm onto the floor. When he touched the concrete, it felt like Akira connected with it, and he could control it however he wished, so that was exactly what he did.
"Wha–" The man had turned around and tried to react, but a section of concrete slammed into his chin, jolting his head back.
The man slumped to the floor, unconscious. It seems he was a normal business man in some aspects. He took a quiet and shaky breath, knowing how close he had been to death. He wanted nothing more than to scream to the heavens or sob in his own tears, but he needed to take care of something.
He got up off the floor, patting his clothes down. He took a look at the unmoving man, and gave him a swift kick to the stomach.
"Stupid Bastard!" He gave another one for good measure.
He was about to walk off, but stopped in his tracks as he realised something. If he walked away now, he would wake up in a couple of hours and continue to do his job as if nothing happened. How many kids had he done this to before, and how many more could he do it too in the future?
It's not like if he turned him into the police they would believe him. The man looked as normal as can be, and more than likely had a clean criminal record. Who would they believe, a hard working member of society, or a homeless, quirkless, 8 year old child? Even with memory quirks, he would risk having his secret exposed. The answer as to what to do was obvious, if he wanted to stop this man, then he would have to kill him.
'The hardest choice requires the strongest wills.' Akira thought.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself with deep breaths, but the anxiety that creeped in his stomach tied up like a knot, remaining ever so persistent. He struggled to stay upright, his knees buckling under the pressure. He wanted nothing more than to run away from his problems, to escape. But this man was evil, and the only way to stop this evil was to kill him. He could never be a hero if he let this monster roam free.
He closed his eyes, turning them away from the sight. He manipulated the earth below the man's head, shaping it into a spike as he thrusted it through his head. Despite his eyes clenched shut, he still flinched as he heard the noise of concrete pierce flesh.
He kept his eyes closed, running past the deceased man's body and out into the open streets. He ran faster and faster, feeling his lungs sting and legs ache, but despite this, Akira was ecstatic. He had killed someone, but he had done the right thing. Although it was the harder choice, he took it, and he couldn't be prouder with himself.
He roamed through the streets of Mustafu, exhausted, tired, but with a determination in his eyes that wasn't there before. Now he had power, power to do something in this world and make a change, and he would correct the wrongs buried deep in this world.
But first he needed some sleep.
He clung to the light like a firefly, sticking closely to lampposts and lit up buildings across the streets, Akira didn't want a repeat of before. Outside of a few harmless drunks and some nightly commuters, he didn't find too many people. He had seen a couple of heroes, and some part of him was tempted to go to a hero and tell his story, but deep in his mind he knew it was just his weak side talking.
It had done it before, telling him to run away while the man was still alive and at his mercy. He would never listen to that voice again, the one telling him to take the easy option and one that needed instant comfort and no hardships.
He soldiered on through the night, his feet lightly scraping across the floor as his eyes began to flicker. During this time, Akira kept himself awake by keeping his mind occupied from his everlasting exhaustion. He had managed to figure out how to cancel his orders from
It was very simple actually, and all he had to do was think about the order he had set and give the command to stop it. Once it was cancelled, the energy that wrapped around his body retracted back into his stomach.
Like Stars and Stripes, he could only have 2 orders active at a time, but that was more than enough for him. From what Akira had seen in the manga, the quirk had insane, almost limitless amounts of potential, even more than AFO and OFA. All he had to do was understand his quirk, and train it.
He eventually stopped by a decent looking hotel by the name of Starstruck. He decided it was a good place to stay for the night. Before walking in, he uttered 2 orders:
"⭐I can brainwash people ⭐"
"⭐My brainwashing is stronger on humans⭐"
After putting on the two orders, he looked at his surroundings, making sure no one was watching him and walked in. The reception was small and run down, and had one man at the counter reading his newspaper. Behind him was a rack with all the keys for the room, and a cash register resting in front of him.
'Good,' He noted, 'Only one person to brainwash.'
He couldn't be certain of the strength of his powers. Although
"Hey mister, how much for a room?"
"Who's asking ki–"
The man's eyes turned blank, his face losing all expression. Akira smiled before adopting a thoughtful expression, tilting his head.
"Hmmm…Give me the keys to your best room."
The man nodded robotically, grabbing the keys to C3 and handing them over to Akira with no resistance. Akira twirled the keys around his finger, still deep in thought.
"I also need some money, how much money do you have in your cash register?" He inquired.
"82,000…Yen" The man answered.
Akira placed a hand on his chin, trying to find the best balance of money for him to survive. He didn't want to take all of the innocent man's money, but he had to take some. He would try and pay him back at a later stage.
"Ok then…Give me 20,000 yen please."
The man nodded, mechanically grabbing notes out of the cash register. As he picked up note after note, Akira noted something. The man was…resisting. It was subtle, but Akira noticed the way the man's hands occasionally twitched and tried to move away from the cash register.
'Shit…Even with 2 orders, I can't even brainwash an old man for over a minute.' He really needed to start training his quirk, but first he had to get out of this without being caught.
Akira rush fully grabbed the notes, scrunching them up in his pocket. He looked up, and saw that the robotic mask around the old man was slowly beginning to crack.
"Listen." Akira grabbed a bell on the desk counter, "When you hear this bell, you will forget everything that has happened here, ok? You will presume that a grown man has paid for the room for an entire year. You will also believe that you spent 20,000 Yen on hotel repairs. Do you understand?"
At the man's nod, Akira ran away, waiting until he was half way up the stairs before he rang the bell loudly. He placed the bell on the floor, swiftly running up the stairs and entering his room.
When he arrived in the room, he allowed himself a small, genuine smile upon seeing the large comfy bed positioned in the centre of the room. Using the last of his energy, he leaped onto the bed, finally allowing his body and mind to rest.
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Akira woke up the next day, feeling refreshed and ready to fight the world. All the fatigue and confusion that had built up on his first night here was now gone, and he never felt better.
He sat on the bed all morning, thinking. He finally had time to think about his situation, and how he had ended up in the world of My Hero Academia. He thought back to his previous world, one where he was a model student studying to become an engineer because of his parents wishes.
He hated his life that was constantly determined by his parents choices, and he felt sick of it, that's the reason in the first place he got into anime, it was an escape from his unenjoyable life. Now he was gone from that world and he was happy.
In this life, he would do what he wanted to do, and that was to become a hero. He was a good person at heart, and he had a strong quirk, so the choice was obvious. But before he could do that, he needed to do the most effective thing someone in a shonen world could do, train.
He visited the nearest convenience store, buying an assortment of foods, ranging all the way from fruits to meat to vegetables. To maximise his training results, he needed to start eating the proper foods, otherwise he wouldn't be getting the best out of his hard work.
Since his body was only 8 years old, it was limited to the very basics of exercises unless he wanted to injure himself. He needed to limit the amount of physical exercise he performed, but he didn't with his quirk.
Quirks work similar to muscles. When muscles are put under intense exercise, they are worn out and destroyed, eventually growing back stronger as a result. The same rule applies to quirk's, meaning the more you put it under intense training, the stronger it gets. Since there were no detrimental effects to training your quirk at a young age other than quirk exhaustion, Akira was free to train it within certain bounds.
If there was any doubt Akira felt over that statement, then it all vanished when he recalled the strength of Stars and Stripes. Despite having the same quirk, Akira's was like a small candle, while hers was like a raging inferno . While he could barely brainwash an old man with both of his orders, Stars and Stripes basically had the power to warp reality.
For now he would perform moderate exercise and try to get as fit as an 8 year old can, meaning his current focus should be strengthening his quirk.
He poured himself a glass of water, setting it on the side. He was going to be talking a lot and shouting many orders, quite literally. He needed to stay hydrated.
(1 week later)
As the clock hit 7.00am sharp, Akira's body drifted out of his rest and into the realm of consciousness. As he stretched his body, he let out a loud yawn, struggling to close his mouth and the exhaustion he felt.
Before he got off the bed, he cancelled the order that forced his body to wake up at 7.00am, humming lightly as the energy went back into his stomach. Over the past week he figured out that his quirk was not only just strong, but it was also very diverse.
It was almost astonishing to him that a quirk that had more potential than AFO and OFA was being used as a human alarm clock.
He had also figured out many more interesting things about his quirk in the past 7 days. For one, he had found out that the energy in his stomach was essentially a reality warping type of energy with some restrictions.
He had two separate reserves of this energy, split up from each other by some sort of invisible barrier. Another interesting thing was the only way for Akira to use this energy was through the use of
Without correctly adhering to the rule, there was no possible way for him to use the quirk. He also noticed when he used an
In hindsight it all made sense. A quirk this strong had to have come with some restrictions, otherwise it could quite literally break the world. In exchange for all of this power, it came with restrictions and complicated rules he was forced to follow.
Anyway, aside from understanding his quirk more, he had also trained it. The more he used the energy, the more energy that was produced. Of course, it wasn't that simple, and Akira had to work at his quirk for multiple hours at a time for a week before he managed to feel a noticeable change in the energy, but it was still progress nonetheless. The more energy he had, the stronger his orders would be, so he was on the right track.
His quirk could easily be used to enhance both his physical and mental training. With
He had also tests the limits of his quirk. Sadly, Akira's dream of being able to manipulate time and space with a few words stayed that way. Even in the world of MHA there was limits placed on things, but Akira wasn't all too bothered.
He turned his attention to another issue, money. The funds he had gotten from the old man downstairs were not a lot, and would only last him a few more days.
He now needed another way to somehow make money, as he didn't feel like it would be nice to steal from the old man again.
Since he had no way of getting a job, there was only one way he could get the money to survive…stealing.
He still felt guilty about brainwashing the old man downstairs and getting a free room and a portion of his money. As soon as he had enough spare cash, he would repay him back again tenfold. The point is he couldn't bring himself to steal from the innocent again, so he would just have to steal from the rich.
Rightfully so, this led him to the wonderful idea of becoming a Vigilante. He initially banished the thought with a laugh, thinking it was stupid, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
Don't get him wrong, yes he did want to become a hero, but that was mainly because he could turn his goal of saving people into a legal job and a lucrative profession. It was a win-win situation, so it was an obvious choice to make.
Being a Vigilante meant the same thing…just illegally. It got him thinking, if he had the power to save someone, then why should he have to wait until he was 15 years old with a hero licence to do so? His journey to become a hero involved waiting 7 years with his overpowered quirk and not using it to save someone, and it was a journey he wouldn't be able to take.
Akira wouldn't be able to physically stand on the sidelines for 7 years, waiting until he comes of age before he can save people.
Akira's quirk was already a cut above the rest, and its diversity and strength gave him the ability to fight these criminals at only 8 years old. If he had the freedom of doing this, then why shouldn't he take it?
His plan was simple. Capture criminals, take their money, and save people. He was killing 3 birds with one stone, and the only downside was breaking the law and risk being caught. It was a risk he was willing to take.
This led him to where he was now, staring at a full black costume with a determined look in his eye as he prepared to go on his first expedition. He had planned ahead, sleeping during the day, leaving him fully energised and ready to fight crime, there was no excuses. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he nodded his head, fully committing to his decision and began fitting the costume on.
He took care putting on his costume, making sure not to rip or break anything. Although he was going to become a criminal according to the law, he certainly didn't plan to reveal his identity to anyone for that matter.
He adjusted the goggles on his face, making sure everything was concealed. The only thing the police would be able to identify would be his skin colour, which wouldn't matter unless he had a Mutant quirk, which he didn't.
He opened the window wide, feeling the chilly night air hit him full force. His small stature slid through the gap, and Akira jumped.
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(3rd person pov, Tatsuma)
"G-Give me all of your money!" Tatsuma cried, the gun jittering in his shaky hands as he tried to calm himself down. The attempt to do so only sped up his already racing heartbeat, up to the point where he felt if it went any faster it would start beating out of his chest.
He took a look at the other man, who froze with a look of fear in his eyes, staring at the barrel of his gun. Looking at that all too familiar look, he wondered how he ended up in this position.
Like all stories in this world, it began when Tatsuma was 4 years old.
Fear reader, that was what the doctor had called his quirk. Essentially, it allowed him to read other people's worst fears, that was it. All he had to do was concentrate on the intended person, and an image of their worst fear would pop into his head. That was the core concept of his quirk, but it wasn't like he had used it in a long time.
When revealed to his classmates, he was initially met with confused looks, so when the teacher asked him to give an example, he did. As his childish self would, he bluntly revealed one of his classmates worst fears, causing the little girl to break down into tears.
It didn't take long for both himself and his quirk to be labelled 'villainous', which was very ironic, considering the very ones who called him this were the ones that had bullied and belittled him all throughout his life.
Cut to the present time when Tatsuma was 22 years old. The constant bullying had destroyed what little motivation and confidence he had in himself, making him leave school with poor grades, social anxiety and no chance of a job.
And so he stayed in his parents home, drowning out his sorrows with whatever outlet he could find. It first started with games, then anime, then drugs. This seemed to be the final straw for his parents as they kicked him out.
Now here he was, pointing his fathers stolen gun in the face of a stranger, his stomach caught in an intangible knot. He had spent the last month living on the streets, going through option after option, trying to find a way to make money. Somewhere near the bottom of that list was robbing someone.
If this didn't work, then it was only a few more spaces down until he reached the bottom of that very long list of failures, which meant suicide.
"Argh!" He screamed in pain as his gun was suddenly ripped out his hand, causing the knot around his chest to tighten as he prepared for the worst case scenario.
'I'm screwed now.'
His watery eyes managed to make out a figure standing in front of him, dressed in a menacing all black outfit. Despite the short stature of the man, he was still frightened to his core.
"You were shaking an awful lot there."
He barely paid any attention to the echoing footsteps of the innocent bystander he tried to rob, instead focusing his full attention on the man in front of him, trying to catch every word through his pounding heartbeat.
"P-Please don't kill me." He begged, pleading to the man who was his judge, jury and quite possibly his executor.
The man leaned closer, causing Tatsuma to freeze up and flinch as he expected a punch, a kick, anything violent, but contrary to what he believed, he instead grabbed a piece of crumpled up paper from his pocket.
"Ah, that's…"
"...List of ways to make money." The man in black read the piece of paper. His eyes peered down the rest of the list, silently reading as he did so, the emotions in his eyes constantly changing.
"Get a job…beg for money on the streets…stealing," The man raised his voice at the last one, "You failed to steal something?" He asked, and although it was a slightly condescending question, Tatsuma realised it was asked out of genuine curiosity.
"There's too many…heroes and security cameras around, I've tried a couple of…times and nearly got…caught." Tatsuma explained, barely managing to not stutter.
The man beside him remained silent for a second until he asked, "And what happens after you reach the end of the list?"
Tatsuma remained silent, which seemed to be enough of an answer for the man to understand.
"I see." He said, silent for a moment before he spoke, "What's your quirk?"
"Huh?" Tatsuma couldn't believe his ears.
"I asked, what's your quirk?"
He took a deep breath in, barely managing not to whimper in self regret and fear as he spoke, "F-Fear reader, that's what it's called."
He wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and disappear. Now the man in black would leave him, possibly beat him before he went, all because he had a villainous qui–
"I understand now," The figure in black said, looking Tatsuma up and down with a peering gaze, "Let me guess, bullied at school, no self confidence and job, continued like this until you ended up here?"
"H-How did yo–"
"You really had a hard life didn't you? I'm sorry I couldn't save you sooner." The man sounded sorrowful, his voice full of regret and pain.
He knelt down and hugged Tatsuma who flinched at the sudden contact. His grip tightened around Tatsuma's body, broken both physically and mentally, "I'm truly sorry for what you went through. No one would have to go through that."
He felt the tears well up in his eyes, and fought the urge to break down. No one, not even his parents had ever said anything like that. His whole life he was scorned, ignored, bullied, no one in his life was there for him.
Now Tatsuma was a grown man, sobbing in an alley while a random stranger hugged him after stopping him from committing a crime, and quite possibly shooting something.
It was all so surreal, Tatsuma's mind was hazy and cloudy, but he knew that he finally allowed the tears to flow. All the years of pent up emotional pain was released on the stranger's shoulder, his sobs echoing through the dark alleyway.
Once he had stopped crying, the man pulled from the hug, patting the dust off his knees. Tatsuma looked at his wet shoulder with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry,"
He felt the man smile through his mask, "Don't mention it. I know society is harsh on you people, and although it seems like nobody cares, some people do."
Tatsuma nodded, but his mind was on other things, "What do I do now?"
The man shrugged, "That's up for you to decide, but let me give you some advice. Don't be ashamed of who you are and what you have. Society has forced you to become who you are, a broken man with no hope for the future." Tatsuma slouched at that, retreating further in on himself.
"But…You have the choice, do you want to stay the same? Do you want to stay a pathetic, broken man with no hope for the future, or do you want to change? I'll leave that question to you."
Before Tatsuma could respond, the man jumped up and disappeared, leaving Tatsuma alone with his thoughts and the words just spoken.
It was obvious what he needed to do. He needed to change, and although that change may take along time for him to do, he needed to start somewhere.
"⭐I can float⭐"
"⭐I have super hearing⭐"
Akira jumped across the rooftops as he felt two sets of energy wrap around his body and his ears respectively. Using this combination of
Unless done by complete professionals, crimes were almost not silent. With lots at stake for both parties involved, adrenaline pumping through their body, it was bound to cause at least some noise. Akira took advantage of that, floating across the rooftops at high speeds to cover more ground and arrive at crime scenes in no time.
Even if his
His right ear twitched at a sudden noise, causing Akira to stop in his tracks. He concentrated, listening to an aggravated voice as he tried to pinpoint the exact location.
He was off in an instant, dashing towards the source of the conflict as he jumped, ignoring the force of gravity, soaring through the sky's.
"If you won't apologise, then we will just have to teach you a lesson!"
"Yeah!"
By the time he had arrived the situation had already seemingly already escalated and was on the verge of advancing to violence. Akira watched the situation with narrowed eyes, perched on the edge of the roof.
Instead of focusing his attention on the two people on the left who were holding their weapons, he focused on the lone person on the right. He didn't know where from, but he seemed familiar, and he looked and felt dangerous.
A flicker of blue fire was enough for Akira to instantly recognise who it was…Dabi! He leapt from the rooftop, jumping in between the two men and the large wave of fire that Dabi had let off in a split second.
A small burst of wind was enough to break his fall, and Akira was now right in front of the scalding flames. He held out his hand, creating a massive blast of air which sent the raging flames retreating backwards. What he had just done was cancel his super hearing
"What are you doing? Didn't you see them try to attack me? I heard you up there!" Dabi growled, looking behind Akira as the two thugs ran off. It seems they knew they were severely outmatched.
"I did, but the fact still remains that you tried to kill them." Akira replied, his expression neutral.
"Tch!"
Dabi swiped his hands across the floor, creating a wave of blue heat that scorched the earth and made its way towards Akira.
Akira jumped up, kicking the air and using it as a platform. He kept kicking until he rested on one of his platforms, safe away from the fire that raised the temperature of the atmosphere by several degrees.
While Akira stayed in the air, Dabi reared his fist back, flames forming around his fist as he screamed, "Jet Burn!!!"
A massive pillar of fire erupted from Dabi's outstretched fist, the sheer force of the flames creating shockwaves that cracked the surrounding buildings and pavements. The concentrated beam of fire was on Akira in an instant.
The shockwave from the force of the attack shattered Akira's platform of wind, which may have been his saving grace as it allowed him to reposition himself mid-air and kick downwards, dodging the attack by a breadth's hair.
Akira landed on the ground with a thud, feeling the heat of the floor and the surroundings burning his clothes. He narrowed his eyes. He was a far cry from what Dabi had grown to in the series, but still very strong. Right now he was a raging teenager who would kill someone at the first sign of anger. Coupled with his quirk, he was an extremely dangerous man.
He got up, looking at Dabi with a teasing look through his mask.
"Jet Burn? Sounds like you take lots of inspiration from Endeavour, you a fan?"
That seemed to have been the final straw for Dabi, as all reservations about holding back were removed. A huge amount of flames emitted from his body, burning his flesh in the process.
'Shit, maybe I went too far.' Akira looked on in nervousness as the flames started getting bigger.
[A/N: Dabi is still a teenager at this point, so with all that happened to him and his hormones going crazy, it only makes sense how fragile and angry he is. It's only as he grows older does he learn to control his emotions, which he doesn't really show until later on]
If he didnt come he would have killed those two thugs, and although they were thugs, Akira saw in the manga that Dabi wasn't against hurting innocent people to achieve his goals. He needed to capture him, here and now, but that goal was slowly becoming less and less of an objective, and more of a wish given what Akira was looking at.
The flames clung to Dabi's form, filling the air with the intoxicating smell of burning flesh. They reached their apex in both hatred and heat, and Dabi channelled it all into a single attack, sending it towards Akira with a raging roar.
Akira barely had a moment to react as he cancelled his
The huge tsunami of flames swept through the streets, destroying everything indiscriminately in its path. The air grew thicker and Akira's eyes burned. He gaped at the sight, never having seen something like this.
Despite the heat resistance order he had, he could still feel the temperature clinging onto his skin. He knew for sure if he was hit by it, he would die, that was just how strong his flames were. They were much stronger than Endeavours.
He held out his hand, ignoring the sections of his outfit that burned alongside the surroundings, and concentrated on the fire in front of him. It was like Akira felt a pair of invisible hands around the fire, allowing him to control it. He moved the pair of hands, reflecting the entirety of the flames back towards Dabi with a grunt of exertion.
Akira smirked, catching his own breath, 'Have a taste of your own medicine.'
The blue fire filled his vision for what seemed like hours. 2 pairs of flames battle for supremacy, burning and expanding in a battle to beat another. It eventually cleared up, climatically revealing an exhausted and burned Dabi, kneeling on the floor as steam emitted from his tired form.
"Grrr…" Dabi looked up, a look of pure hatred in his eyes as he hissed unknown threats to Akira. Akira didn't show any visible reaction, instead rushing towards Dabi to try and finish him off.
He cancelled his
Akira ran as fast as he could towards Dabi, eventually closing the distance and touching him. With a smirk he said, "⭐Should Todoroki Touya be placed in handcuffs, he will confess to all of his crimes⭐"
Akira didn't stick around long enough to see the shocked look on Dabi's face. Hopefully with this, Dabi would be going to jail for a very long time. He prayed they also offered therapy, as he definitely needed it.
He arrived back at his hotel room, taking off his tattered clothes. He took his spoils from the night out of his half burned pants and sighed.
'Looks like over half of them are burned…'
It was good, amazing even, especially for his first night on the job, but the risks certainly did not equal the rewards.
Setting the money to the side, he looked at his bed like one would look at their soul-mate, and he was lost in its embrace, falling asleep instantly.
(5 months later)
Akira groaned, letting out a sigh as he stretched his muscles before he left for a run. It had been 5 months since the day he decided to start fighting criminals as a Vigilante, and in those 5 months he had turned 9 years old and believed it was now safe to start physical exercise.
In the world of My Hero Academia, human bodies had much more potential than their counterparts on Akira's previous earth. He had no idea if this was due to the evolution of quirks, or the fact that MHA was a Shonen manga at heart, in which surpassing your limits was normal.
The point is, human bodies had much more potential as a result, enforcing the idea that having a strong physical body in his line of work was crucial. He wouldn't die because he was lazy and neglected his body.
For now, his training was limited to small amounts of pushups, squats, situps and running. Doing any intensive exercise involving long amounts of reps or weights would only be detrimental to him.
On the other hand, during his 5 months of nightly expeditions of fighting crime and saving people, he had managed to stay low for the most part. He tried to remain hidden, and luckily he hadn't had a repeat of his first night to bring him any attention. So for now he was very low on the police's radar, enough for them to not bother with him.
He only hoped it would stay that way.
Financial issues were no longer a problem. He was now safely sitting on a large stack of money, even managing to make enough where he could pay back the hotel owner tenfold. It made his day to see his face when he received an anonymous tip for 200,000 Yen.
In summary, life was going well. He had managed to scrounge his way from the bottom all the way to here in the short span of 6 months. Although you could attribute most of it to his quirk, Akira was proud of himself.
He left the hotel room in his run wear, checking his running watch before leaving. It was one of the various perks of having money. He dashed out the hotel and onto the open street with a stride, soon passing by the fourth arms hero agency.
This was one of the many benefits of living in Mustafu. Aside from being the heart of UA, the area was densely packed with hero agencies, making it quite possibly one of the safest places in Japan.
"Huff…Huff"
He took in deep heavy breaths, checking his watch again to see that he had just passed the 10km mark. By now exhaustion was slowly coming over him, his legs felt like jelly and his mouth was parched.
He passed through another couple of streets, going through the same route as he had done dozens of times before. As he passed through the park, he slowly slowed down, eventually stopping and resting on a nearby bench.
He rested for a minute to gain some of his energy back and got ready to start running again, but an ever so familiar voice stopped him right in his tracks.
"Face it Deku! You will never be a hero, just give it up now!" Akira turned his head, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he observed the scene in front of him.
"K-Kaachan, I want to be a hero! I won't giv–"
A small explosion to Izuku's face stopped him from finishing his sentence, instead sending him sprawling to the ground where he clutched his slightly burnt face in pain.
"Tch! Just give it up you quirkless Deku!"
Izuku looked back, whimpering under Katsuki's glare, but he remained determined, "Never! I will be a hero Kaachan!"
Katsuki looked back at Izuku with an expression of unbridled rage, causing Izuku's rare moment of confidence to wither away into the air.
"DEKKKKKUUUU!!!" He screamed, charging up a large explosion in his hand, thrusting it into his face.
Akira looked at the size of Bakugo's explosion and widened his eyes. He knew the bullying was bad, but he didn't know it was this bad. Just before the explosion could take form and erupt from Bakugo's hands, Akira whispered to himself, creating the appropriate
"What do you think you're doing?" Akira made himself known, his voice as authoritative as it could possibly be as he strode towards the group of bullies.
"Huh? Who the fuck are you?"
"It doesn't matter, what matters is what you're doing to this poor boy," Akira pointed to Izuku, who covered his face with his hands as he shrank at the attention.
Bakugo laughed at Akira's words, "This "poor boy" is quirkless, so he deserves it!" small flickers of explosions left his hands while his two goons in the back laughed.
Akira glared at Bakugo, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt considering he was a kid. He understood how Bakugo was brought up, he was a product of his own environment…and shitty parents. He would try not to hurt him too badly.
"Just fuck off with your goonies and stop bullying this poor boy."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Bakugo roared in anger. Izuku seemed shocked, even his two friends at the back gained nervous looks as Bakugo fumed. Akira laughed, being reminded of a kid with a temper tantrum.
"You heard me. Fuck off." Akira stuck out his middle finger at him.
"YOU BASTARD!!!"
Bakugo screamed in a rage, lunging towards Akira as he raised his arm back and prepared a large explosion. Akira concentrated around his hand, and before the explosion could even take form, it vanished into thin air.
Bakugo looked shocked, and didn't even have time to defend himself from a swift kick to the side of the face. He fell onto the ground, and Akira was on him in an instant. He pinned him down, using his strength to keep him in place. His palms were facing the other way, towards his body, meaning he couldn't possibly use his quirk without hurting himself.
"ARGHHH!" Bakugo tried to struggle, but Akira kept him pinned.
His two friends recovered from the shock, running towards Bakugo, but a sharp glare from Akira was enough to stop them in their tracks. He leaned in closer to Bakugo, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know people like you. You think you are the best, that the world is your oyster, and everyone else are just side characters in your little stupid quest. Well let me tell you now, you're not the main character, you aren't even a side character. You are just a mindless obstacle that the real main character has to go through, an inconvenience. You are trash, and will always be trash. Get that into your pathetic little head of yours, and maybe you will finally understand. You. Are. Nothing."
The words Akira said to him left Bakugo stunned. He didn't even have time to reel back from the shock as Akira leaned in again.
"I'm leaving, you aren't worth my time. If you try to pursue or fight me, I'll break both your arms, and then you'll never be able to pursue your pathetic dream of becoming a hero."
Akira did as he said, getting up with a jump and patting down his clothes. He smiled at Izuku, who was staring at him with a bewildered look. He turned away, running out of the park as he checked his watch.
He still had some exercise to do.
(2 years later)
"Flesh! FLeSh! FLESH!"
"Argh, Fuck!" Akira cursed as another sharp blade ripped through his outfit and into his skin, causing a line of blood to show.
How on earth did it come to this?
The day started as it usually did, Akira woke up at 6 o'clock sharp, starting his day with some stretches and a quick workout.
After that, he spent the rest of his morning practising his quirk out in a large area of secluded woods he luckily managed to find. In this space, he was free to do whatever he wished with his quirk and try out many different things.
He returned back to his room as usual, and after a quick nap he followed it up with even more exercise and a run.
He spent the rest of the day doing what he wanted. Watching videos on HeroTube, playing games and reading novels were some of the things he liked to do, as it helped him relax and was a nice change of life compared to the rest of the day.
At 7 o'clock, he went back to sleep for a 5 hour nap so he would be well rested and energised for his work as a Vigilante which needed the extra energy.
He left the room from his window dressed in all black as he usually had, and the night had been going just fine aside from a few dealings with the police, which was becoming common lately. A day like this was routine for Akira, all the way up until he ran into a crazed flesh eating villain.
Akira swerved past another blade that narrowly missed his attire. Despite his
He would be a fool not to recognise the man in front of him whose body was supported by their large steel teeth, screaming incomprehensible noises of flesh and blood. It was Moonfish, a well known villain and a minor antagonist in the training camp arc.
He was certainly living up to his infamy.
With another cut to the side of Akira's cheek, he decided it was enough of playing passive. He cancelled one of his
"⭐I can make things rust!⭐"
A blade shot through the air, moving towards his body, but with a single swipe of his hand, Akira reduced the steel blade into nothing but a harmless brown blade.
This only seemed to make his opponent angrier.
"FLESSHHHH!!!" Moonfish's rage propelled him further into the air as more blades protruded out of his mouth, creating a maze of sharp silver that Akira struggled to look through.
He pushed his small body to whatever limits they could find, half dodging and half rusting the attacks sent his way.
He soon settled into a rhythm, advancing further and further into the maze as his body moved almost instinctively past the steel. He felt his mind grow clearer and clearer, grow free from all distractions and only focused on the task at hand. He barely managed to snap out of his trance once he saw the body of Moonfish perched in the air, balancing himself on blades of steel.
He cleared a final desperate wave of steel, finally obtaining an opening as he cancelled both of his tactical orders, deciding he wanted to try a more blunt approach.
"⭐I have super speed!⭐"
As the words left his mouth, he leaped up into a dash, his enhanced body shooting him up further into the air towards where Moonfish was.
"⭐I have super strength!⭐"
He clenched his fist, feeling the energy warp and wrap around his body, strengthening it even more as his nails dug into the skin of his fist.
*BOOM*
His fist tore through the air with a resounding explosion, slicing through all opposition as his enhanced fist crashed into Moonfish's face, shattering his jaw completely and by extension the teeth that gave him so much trouble previously.
With no room support, gravity did its job as Moonfish slammed onto the floor, Akira following shortly, managing to slow down his momentum with a gust of wind.
"Phew…" Akira took a deep resounding breath of pure relief as his two feet set foot on the floor again. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his body, reducing the pain of the many cuts that Moonfish had given him.
The psycho had managed to get the jump on him, and it took 5 seconds for Akira to mutter the appropriate
Taking his mind away from the past, he looked back towards the unconscious Moonfish with a slight look of rage. Another horrible man who would most likely go to Tartarus for the rest of his life, but he didn't deserve to live a life in solitude, he deserved the worst.
"This is for all the victims you killed." He said coldly, repeatedly ramming his foot into Moonfishs skull, all the way until his bones were crushed into powder and Akira was sure he was dead.
He looked at the product of his own creation, barely managing to restrain a gag. Only with the worst of the worst did Akira go as far as to kill these people. He still wasn't used to such a sight, but he wasn't foreign to it, over the past 2 years he has had to kill some awful people, and he doesn't regret it.
That was his resolve and way of doing things. Sometimes the law wasn't enough.
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"Tsukauchi! Another report from Invincible!" Sansa rushed into the room, frantically holding a piece of paper which flailed in the wind.
"Another?" Tsukauchi sighed. There had recently been a quiet period of reports, and Tsukauchi guessed, or should he say hoped that the Vigilante Invisible had stopped his work and saved him of all future stress.
His prayers sadly were not answered.
After dedicating much of his time to helping All Might and trying to locate AFO and destroy his underworld empire, he decided he needed a break. AFO was dead, and the world was better for it, surely he deserved one?
Tsukauchi had to admit, he was a workaholic, so his idea of a break was much different than everyone else's. So when he heard about this mysterious Vigilante they had gone to calling Invincible, Tsukauchi signed himself up straight away.
It would be a fun and intriguing case and a perfect way to wind down from all the stress while staying in work. That was what he initially thought.
When the reports first came in about his target, he was eager, almost excited to slowly corner and capture him. But after over a year of trying, he found himself holding onto that dream by a mere thread.
He swiped the report from Sansa's hand with a tired but thankful nod, turning the paper over and reading over the paper. As his eyes scanned through the report, he found them slowly widening in shock the further he delved into the words.
"He…he…beat Moonfish?" He asked in shock, unable to hide his complete and utter surprise.
Sansa nodded, a conflicted emotion plastered on his face, "He did, multiple eyewitnesses spotted a slightly injured Invincible leaving the scene which caused a ruckus. When the police arrived, Moonfish was there, his body already cold. There was blood on the scene, but Invisible must have done something, as the lab results come up with nothing, like it isn't even blood at all."
Tsukauchi didn't know how to feel about this. Over the past year he had grown to know Invincible, and from what he gathered he was a righteous man who cared for the innocent, and although he could be very violent from time to time, he never knew he had it in him to kill someone. Tsukauchi looked at him in a new light.
Although, based on the type of man Moonfish was, he wasn't entirely too surprised. Moonfish was a B rank villain, which in itself was an achievement, but compared to other B rankers Moonfish was on the edge of ranking up, and had racked up a reputation as twice as fierce as some of his other colleagues.
Whereas other notorious villains who had made their ranks with their strong quirk, keen minds or a mixture of the two, the thing that set them and moonfish apart was unpredictability.
Heroes and police had tried to capture moonfish for years, but this unpredictability had made it impossible to do so. It was truly a dangerous concept, dangerous enough that trained professionals and quirks couldn't find any pattern to his actions.
He would appear in random places, slaughtering innocent people and escaping, only to appear somewhere else and repeat the process. Any hero that had the pleasure of encountering him during these nights would also be added to his list of victims.
It was because of all these reasons that Moonfish had managed to kill over 200 people, making him one of Japan's most wanted villains.
Tsukauchi saw the man as a complete monster, and believed anyone outside the top 10 would stand no chance against him.
So upon hearing the news that Invincible had killed this man, he couldn't believe it. Even less when from the information they already had on Invincible pictured him as a 10 year old kid with seemingly multiple quirks.
If Invincible had multiple quirks, which was very likely, then it only pointed to one thing. AFO.
So if Invincible was possibly related to AFO or an experiment of his, then why was he fighting villains instead of being one and working under AFO? Maybe he managed to escape and go rogue, dedicating his life towards destroying the very things that raised him? It would certainly explain his ease to kill someone, as it was most likely drilled into him by AFO. He shivered at the thought of being involved in any experiments the villain had.
"Let's add rust manipulation to the list of powers he has." Tsukauchi said, cutting the silence that permeated through the air.
"Huh?"
"Rust manipulation. Multiple traces of rusted blades were found at the crime scene, it was obviously Invincible with whatever powers he had."
"Oh, yeah." Sansa said, sheepishly rubbing his head.
"Show me his current file." He asked in an authoritative voice, trying to balance his tone between friend and superior.
Sansa nodded, handing him the file which he grabbed with his pale shrunken hands.
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File : Invincible
Information: Around 4'10 in height, squeaky voice, suspected to be around 8-12 years old. He is very talkative when he wants to, and sometimes even makes quips during fights…
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Quirk: ???
Multiple reports of Floating Ability(case #09139583, case #04857693…)
Multiple reports of Enhanced Hearing(case #5140259, case #38291840…)
Multiple reports of Earth Manipulation(case #5949301, case #9502592…)
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Note: Some witnesses have reported a star like shape when he uses his quirk
Possible Suspects: None
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He inspected the file, adding Rust Manipulation to the long plethora of powers this Invincible seemed to have. His list of powers seemed endless, and Tsukauchi knew it was impossible to have this many powers without multiple quirks. The entire time Tsukauchi had known Invincible, he was certain he had some connection with AFO.
He stared at his phone, the contact list highlighted on a single name, Toshinori. His finger inched closer towards the dial number button, but he managed to restrain himself. He knew he shouldn't bother him with something like this, especially now that his time as All Might was limited and he was as busy as can be.
He would solve this case himself.
"Damn you, bastard!" One of the thugs growled as he swung the knife in a perpendicular motion, slashing only thin air as Akira ducked his head, narrowly dodging the attack.
Moments prior he had seen the three thugs try to rob a poor bystander, which naturally led him to his current situation.
Despite the prospect of death looming so close to him, Akira remained unfazed as his years of experience allowed him to stay calm. He had faced much scarier experiences than this. His biggest worry was making a mistake, not because of his opponents power, but because Akira struggled to take them seriously.
He jumped back, creating distance between himself and the thugs as he muttered beneath his breath, that breath transforming into an overwhelming burst of energy that brought life into his body.
With a wave of his hand all of the serrated sharp steel broke beneath his control, the blades separating into fractions and then into grounded dust which effortlessly fell onto the floor.
"Wha–"
Akira appeared in front of the thugs, his body twisting in flexible motions as thrust his foot out. Before the thug could even drop to the floor, Akira had already appeared in. front of the other thug, effortlessly dispatching him as he did the previous one.
He looked at the unconscious bodies of the two thugs, 'Wait, wasn't there supposed to be a third one?'
The shadow that enveloped the wall behind him was uncovered, revealing the third thug, holding his knife as half as his body clung and begged to be released from the shadow.
Akira remained still, tilting his body to dodge the expected attack, but it never came.
A loud impact reverberated through the air, causing Akira to swerve his body around, still on guard.
The man was big and burly, with a look similar to a gorilla. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and a basic pair of jeans with occasional patches of blood and holes located in them. The top of his face was blocked out by a sharp black headband, illuminating his eyes which were narrow slits. The bottom of his face was thick and fierce with stubble, and he had 2 gauntleted fists, stained red. He smelled of sweat and iron.
It took only a moment for Akira to recognise who this man was. It was clear as day, this man was Knuckleduster.
Considering how much of a fan Akira was of My Hero Academia, it was only expected that he had read the spin off: My Hero Academia Vigilantes. In this manga Knuckleduster played a huge role, and was an essential character to the series.
Like Akira, Knuckleduster had a strong sense of justice and wasn't afraid to fight crime without a hero licence. He loved to fight, and although he may have come off as impulsive and scary, his heart was in the right place.
Akira eased the tension in his body, relaxing at the sight of him.
"Your Knuckleduster."
"And your Invincible, nice to meet a fellow Vigilante," He replied in a gruff voice, "I've been meaning to meet you for a while kid, but never got round to it. But after hearing that you defeated Moonfish, I knew I had to come and see you."
Akira shrugged, "Am I really that popular?"
"You are," He confirmed, his voice gruff and deep, "Among the underground at least, you've been careful enough to avoid any public attention, but the underground community, both the hero and the villain community know who you are by now. Words spread quickly down here, especially after defeating someone even experienced pro heroes can't take down. With that weird quirk of yours, it's only greater…"
Akira remained still, his emotion visibly hidden behind the cold exterior of his mask, but he cursed himself in his mind. He didn't expect to become so famous, even if it was only underground.
'I admit, I may have overstepped my boundaries.'
The idea of becoming a hero was slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer he was a Vigilante. He was too far deep now, he couldn't go back. Just even using his powers in the entrance exam would be enough for anyone to connect the dots.
He snapped himself out of his thoughts, "So, is there anything you need?"
"As a matter of a fact, yes…" He paused for a short moment, "There's recently been a group of criminals who have popped up. For whatever reason, the police won't go near them with a foot-long stick, so it's up to people like us to take care of these criminals. After you defeated Moonfish, I figured you would be a good addition to the team despite your age. If you accept, I'll tell you all you need to know about the operation. I understand if you don't want to, we just met and I wouldn't trust a random guy wh–"
"I'm in." Akira interrupted him, his words creating a shocked look on Knuckledusters face.
"You are?"
Akira nodded, "I trust you. We fellow Vigilantes need to trust each other right? We're much different to pro heroes, and sometimes we have to do stuff and go to lengths pro heroes aren't allowed to do. We protect the world from the shadows."
Knuckleduster chuckled, "Couldn't have said it better myself kid," He took out a small slip of paper from his pocket, flicking it towards Akira, "There's the location. We will meet in 2 days. 12am sharp."
Akira nodded again, "I'll see you there."
"Alright kid," Knuckleduster began walking away, waving his hand, "See you then."
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2 days later, Akira arrived at the location, dressed in his usual Vigilante fit. He found himself standing in front of a large metal door which was bolted shut, and he had to double check whether this was the correct address.
'It is…so do I just knock?' He wondered.
He decided against that, instead giving himself the super hearing
"Is he here yet, are you even sure he will show?" An unfamiliar, slightly high pitched voice said.
"I'm sure he is coming. He most likely just had trouble with finding the place, it is quite hard to find."
Another voice chuckled, "You, you sure made sure of that. I tried to arrive an hour early but I spent 30 minutes trying to find the damn thing."
"An hour? Why would you try to arrive an hour early?"
"Well you know the saying, 'the early bird gets the worm', I was doing that." The deep voice replied.
"But how the fuck would even apply to this situation? What would you be getting?"
"Hey man, it's a figure of spee–"
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Akira choose that time to knock on the door, saving himself from internally cringing at the conversation.
"See? I told you he would come." Knuckleduster said.
The high pitched voice chuckled, "Yeah, you were pretty adamant about that."
He deactivated his super hearing, putting on another two
The thick metal door opened with a creak, revealing the man Akira had met 2 days prior. Despite this, Akira could barely recognise him. Instead of the gruff beard and pungent smell that he wore on his basic clothes,he was clean shaven and dressed in proper combat gear, sporting multiple knives and weapons. One of those weapons were his signature knuckle dusters, which seemed to have an upgrade on them with tasers attached to the end of them.
Knuckleduster took one look up and down at Akira and nodded to himself, "Come," Was all he said.
Akira followed, making sure to close the room behind them as they walked through the hallway, opening another door shortly after.
The next room they entered was full of both familiar and fresh faces.
The first man he spotted was unfamiliar. He was a large man, with a build similar to Knuckledusters, but with larger and puffier muscles. His clothing was the exact opposite, instead of the dark and grey combat gear, this man wore a bright blue and red outfit with a white eagle on his chest. Scanning the man further, he also saw that he had a strange chrome coloured helmet on, and he looked American.
The next one sat on one of the chairs, rapidly typing away on the keyboard, not even paying the slightest of attention to him. He wore basic casual clothing, and his face was covered by an Anonymous mask.
The final man was someone Akira knew all too well, and when he made eye contact with the man he wouldn't lie and say he tensed up a bit. It was Hero Killer Stain. What was it with him meeting canon characters? And why was it only evil people?
Knuckleduster patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about Stain there. He's scary, but once you get to know him he's not all that bad."
Stain huffed, deciding not to speak and instead sharpen his blade.
"That over there is Anonymous," He pointed towards the short man typing away, "He's our tech guy. He won't be there in person for the operation, but his hacking skills will help us."
"And this…" He gestured towards the large man dressed in American colours, "Is Peacemaker. As you've already guessed, he is American. Think of him as an expert in all things guns and weapons."
Akira nodded, "So this is our team? Looks very…"
"Dysfunctional?" Knuckleduster chuckled. "Don't worry. We may not like each other, but we know when to be professional and work well as a team."
"Ok…" Akira tried to get away from the subject and got onto more pressing matters. "So, wanna tell me why I'm here exactly?"
"Ah that's right, I still haven't told you. I did recruit you on pretty short notice…to be honest, you were more of a last minute type of thing. Anonymous noticed some holes in our team, and said we needed another member to balance it out."
Akira could see Anonymous' point. They had Knuckleduster, a man who could punch, Stain who could slash, and Peacemaker who could shoot. Aside from the killing department, everything else was lacking.
"Take a seat kid, it's a long story." Knuckleduster walked over to a nearby fridge, snatching out a can of beer. He opened it with a loud pop and sipped on it, savouring the taste with a visible sigh. He sunk into the couch, directly facing Akira.
And so he told the story of how a couple of months ago while roughing up some thugs he managed to stumble on a conspiracy much larger than himself. It originally started with rumours and sightings told to him by those he forced, but those rumours were proved true when he found the location of the shipping container, filled with beaten and starved children on their way to somewhere. Knuckleduster was already invested in tracking these people down at this point, but he became even more so invested once he learnt all of the kids were quirkless.
That's when he got into contact with Anonymous, and with his help they managed to find out that they were dealing with a much larger operation than they believed they were. It wasn't long before they found the main location to where these children were going. That's when Knuckleduster contacted Stain and Peacemaker to help along with the operation.
As Knuckleduster finished explaining the story with a melancholic look, Akira whistled. "Phew, if you've gathered a team like this, then you must think they have some serious firepower. Especially this guy…I didn't think you worked with criminals."
Akira glared at Stain, a slight look of annoyance on his face. Stain growled back in response, slightly drawing his sword.
"Stains an…old acquaintance." Knuckleduster said, trying to defuse the situation. "Although he is technically a criminal, his skill speaks for itself."
"Hn." Akira was still annoyed, but he was willing to throw aside the issue…for now. Although in his previous life, many keyboard warriors somehow found it in themselves to agree with Stain, Akira was actually smart, so he realised Stain's ideology was a pile of dog crap.
Killing and injuring hero's, even if they are 'fake' is just counterproductive. Although the hero Stain killed may be in it for money or fame, at least they are saving people while doing it. He even permanently injured Tensei Iida, someone who was considered a true hero just because he got in his way.
"Alright then, before we start fighting each other, let's go ahead with the plan right now." Knuckleduster said.
Peacemaker looked up from his gun. "Right now?" He looked excited, "Yeah! Let's do this!"
"This looks like a normal place from the outside, they did a pretty good job at covering it up." Akira said as he looked at the large and dull grey building. Between the large spaces of concrete were small pockets of windows, but they were too high up and looked to be tinted to make them useful in any way possible.
"Yeah, it's a miracle we even managed to find this place." Knuckleduster said.
"So what's the plan?" Stain asked, "Do we have a plan?"
"Of course we have a plan, Stain. We go in there and shoot those pieces of shit up. Disrupting the peace of Japan comes with a price." Peacemaker said.
Akira raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, you sound like you would become a good hero Peacemaker. Any reason why you're not?"
"Well for starters, they don't let me kill people. Due to my upbringing, I am very good at killing people, it's the only thing I'm good at. I want to protect this country, but I simply can't do it the legal way for a number of reasons, so it is for that reason I will leave All
Might to protect the world one day, while I will protect it from the shadows."
"Oh great, you've got him started. Better not ask him why he doesn't do this in America. Can we just start this damn thing before he starts spewing shit?" Stain gruffed.
"Hey! I'll have you kno–"
The front door suddenly opened, a normal looking man holding a cigarette and light walking out of it. Before he could even react, he was riddled with bullet holes in his chest, while 2 knives pierced his eyes.
Knuckleduster grabbed the body, stopping it from falling and gently setting it down on the floor. "Well looks like that's our que." He joked.
"Looks like it." Peacemaker shot the body again.
"Why did you do that?" Akira questioned. The man was obviously dead.
"I don't like smokers."
Akira followed with the rest of his team as they entered the building, looking downwards so as to not step on the body. As he did that, he noticed the unused lighter, sitting on the floor, almost like it was calling to him. Picking up the lighter, he remembered another piece of media from his past life and smiled.
The silent approach was immediately found to be out of question, as the moment they entered they were attacked with a hail of bullets and projectiles from quirks. They took cover behind the large slabs of concrete scattered around the room as the bullets pierced into them, creating a hail of dust and smoke.
*CHINK*
*CHINK*
There was a small fire in the lighter that replicated the one shimmering in Akira's eyes. 'How do I do this again? From what I remember from the tv show it went something like…'
Akira left the protection of the slab of concrete, dodging the hailing of bullets. Holding his free hand above the lighter, he pushed it forward, creating a stream of fire that burned the guards alive.
"Holy fucking shit! That was bloody diabolical!" Knuckleduster called from behind his cover, looking on in shock.
"Come on, let's go. If there's this many guards, then we must be in the right place. They know we are here though, so we need to take care of them before they can flee."
They pushed further into the building, defeating the guards with a mix of lethal punches, blades, bullets and fire. Anonymous opened the secured doors digitally, and the rest of the team killed what was in the room connected to it. It was a simple process they repeated for about 30 minutes before they entered a room that was different.
The smell hit him first. It was intoxicating, poisonous like smog. He covered his nose, taking in the state of the room with wide eyes. Rusty cages were littered around the room, each of them holding a person in them. They were covered in dirt, bruises, blood and faeces, with sunken, hollow stomachs. The oldest one didn't look a day above 10.
"Knuckleduster," Akira said blankly. He clenched his fist, crushing and bending the metal, removing the kids from their cages. "Make sure the kids are ok. I'll deal with the rest."
"Are you sure? We don't know how man–"
"I'm sure, don't worry about me. If anything, you should be worried about the guards." And with that, Akira was off.
He passed through room after room, emotionlessly dispatching each guard with cold precision. Bullets bounced off of him due to his indestructible
"No wait plea–" The man pleaded, but words were wind to him at this point, and Akira had already crushed his throat with his fist. The guards continued to scream, shooting bullets and projectiles of all kinds at him, but the white noise drowned it all out, and Akira only focused on a singular goal.
When Knuckleduster and the others arrived, Akira was standing in the centre of another room. Covered from head to toe in crimson, the room hailed blood. Mangled and twisted corpses were laid across the floor like a ritual, leaking colours of all kinds.
Knuckleduster placed a soft but firm hand on Akira's shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. "You ok?"
Akira silently nodded, looking at what he had done. It was weird really, he had felt nothing, nothing at all.
"Has everything been cleared?"
Knuckleduster nodded, "You took care of most of the rooms. Everything is cleared, everything but…"
"Good. Let's get these kids to safety, and possibly back to their families. No one should ever have to go through something like this. Did you find out why they were keeping them here?"
"I spoke to one of them lucky enough to survive, and said they were to keep guard of these kids for weeks, sometimes months before someone called the doctor to pick them up."
'The doctor?' Akira thought. Akira remembered his first few minutes in this world. 'The snake eyes guy mentioned someone like that, so it must mean they are connected. Kidnapping quirkless children to turn into Nomu's, that's my guess.'
He narrowed his eyes, he would pay the doctor back for this tenfold. But for now, he needed to get stronger.
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(3rd person pov: Iwao/Knuckleduster)
"Can you teach me?" The words caught up with him a second after they left Akira's mouth, stopping him in his place.
Iwao turned around, looking down at the small boy clad in black with a befuddled expression, "What?"
"I asked if you could teach me."
"Teach? I appreciate the sentiment, but what can I teach you? I saw what you could do on that last mission, you have an insanely powerful quirk, whereas I'm quirkless…what do you think I can teach you?"
Invincible huffed and crossed his arms, almost like he was expecting this answer, "Having a powerful quirk isn't everything, surely you know that by now. I don't just want to rely on my quirk…I need training, proper training from someone with decades of experience. I want to learn hand to hand combat, how to properly act in certain situations, and only a man with experience can teach me. Although I've been doing this for years, I'm still an amateur compared to you."
Iwao's mood completely changed, letting out a tooth grin which showed his slightly yellow teeth, "I like the way you think kid. But if you want training…you're gonna have to show me your face. Can't have you training in that outfit, you would die of exhaustion an hour in. Are you sure you want to do it?"
The question lingered in the air, and as Invincible stood still, Iwao slowly turned around, accepting his silence for an answer. It was only when the sound of goggles hitting the floor touched his ears did he turn around.
Iwao didn't know what he expected, but Invisible just looked like any normal child. He had a set of blue hair going down to his ears and bright blue eyes which were like the ocean. His face was normal for a kid, but he could see the possibility of him being considered 'attractive' when he was older. Still, it was hard to believe that Invincible was just a kid.
"Here!" Invincible tossed a coin over to him.
"What's this?"
"It's money so you can buy a camera. If you take a picture it will last longer."
Iwao just laughed without shame, "Sorry kid, it's still hard to imagine someone like you looks like that."
"Appearances can be deceiving." Invincible glared at him, taking offence to the statement. Iwao felt he should correct himself before it went the wrong way. He wasn't prideful enough to believe he could take him in a fight.
"Don't take it the wrong way, it's just still so surreal that a little kid like yourself has so much power. I mean, no one must spare you a second glance in the streets, do you think they'd believe what you can do?"
"My names Akira, if you're wondering."
"Name's Iwao. It's nice to officially meet you kid, now are you ready for training?" Iwao grinned, cracking his fists.
He grinned at the determined nod Akira gave him.