(This fanfiction is going to be a parody of all superhero movies, comics, and shows. Even though I intend it to be funny, I still want it to have serious moments and all that jazz. So, I'll just start writing something. P.S. some information might be tweaked a bit so just keep that in mind.)
Something of this nature had never occurred before. The world around them was physically collapsing due to the residents it holds. Insecure minds causing chaos amongst people of no harm and good intentions. Among these people were the people of Teiko. They were like the government of sorts, but took no action in politics and rather kept themselves a secret from the crowd. Their job focused on the protection of the whole planet.
After hearing of the acts going on around them, one of Teiko's subordinates, Nijimura Shuzo, headed to convince the leading officer to conduct a plan to reduce it. He found him speaking with some of the other staff members and caught him right as he was walking away.
"Sir, I need to speak with you." He said catching his attention.
"Can't it wait, Nijimura?" The officer groaned. "I have a busy schedule."
"For your information, it can't." He specified following close behind the older man. "If you haven't noticed already, there are multiple cities being corrupted by delinquents, and we haven't done a thing about it as far as I'm concerned." The leading officer turned to the teen with a sullen expression and looked down upon him.
"This is not the type of situations we deal with. That's what the police is for." Nijimura squinted at his words.
"You're mocking me." He said with an offended, and irritated, look. The officer's look remained the same as he continued to look at the raven. "You don't think this is a problem?!"
"I agree it's a problem, but what sort of plan would we discuss to deal with it?!" He inquired raising his voice. Nijimura stared back intently, keeping his gaze still. Staring back at Nijimura, the officer leaned in closer and whispered, "It's not that we can't do anything about it, it's that it seems too simplistic for us to do anything about it." He stood up straight and headed in the opposite direction. Nijimura stood frozen in his place; annoyed at his superior's words. He wasn't going to let the situation slide easily. He followed right behind the officer to push the conversation further.
"Sir, I agree that it's perhaps an uncomplicated problem to the public eye, but there is nothing going on out there that I would call simplistic!"
"Nijimura," He started in a loud voice, causing Nijimura to stop in his tracks. "If you persist on conducting a plan, why don't you come up with something?"
"I have." He replied right after he finished his sentence. The officer cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh? I'm listening." Nijimura took a deep breath, feeling the pressure the surrounding eyes had on him.
"We form a group; a group of young individuals with exceptional abilities."
Destination: Beja, Portugal
Beja is one of the many cities in Portugal residing in the Alentejo region. It looks like a setting taken right out of Assassins Creed: Black Flag.
Around one of the buildings, with white plaster and orange shingles, three teenage guys surrounded a young girl in a corner. All three held mischievous grins as they stared down at her.
"Come on, give us a smile!" One said in a hushed voice. The girl inched away.
"No; get away." She pleaded more than ordered. A hand went above the girl's head.
"Give us some attention, will ya?" He cued as he moved closer. "I promise we won't bite." She shoved him away.
"Leave me alone, perverts!" She yelled gaining some confidence. Two of the guys laughed while the other just smiled.
"A little feisty now I see." He practically taunted. "We like those better." They loomed closer to their prey as the girl backed away with terror in her eyes. She couldn't run; she was surrounded.
"Oi." All four of the teens turned at the sound of the voice. A few feet away, they saw a boy with dark skin and navy hair standing with his hands in his pockets. He held a stern look as he saw the scene before him. "What are you losers doing over there?" The guys took a step back away from the girl, to loosen the suspicion.
"None of your business." One retorted. The boy squinted.
"I'll have you know that that girl you're hitting just so happens to be my best friend." He informed glaring at the three. "Now, tell me it's none of my business." The guys looked at each other; pondering what they should do. Then, one of them spoke up.
"Oh, calm down, will ya?" He whined. "We weren't hurting her in any way!" He looked over to his friend's position and saw the fear leftover in her eyes. They weren't hurting her? Yeah right.
"You know what, if you guys leave now, I promise I won't kick your asses. How 'bout that?" He attempted. One guy laughed at the offer.
"Alright, how 'bout you leave, and we stay. That sound like a deal?" He joked with him. He didn't find it amusing. He sighed.
"Okay, I warned ya." The guys stared expectantly at the dark skinned boy, that is, until they couldn't see him any longer. They blinked and rubbed their eyes, bewildered.
"Wha-where'd he go?!" One of the guys questioned. Just then, one of the three guys plummeted to the ground and landed on his back. The other two stared down aghast.
"What the hell?" One wondered. With little to no time to think about it, his pants flew down and he was pushed to the ground. The last one stood still, staring befuddled. What exactly was going on? It was like they were being harassed by something they couldn't see. Just then, he felt a sudden gust of wind rush past him. As he turned to where the wind came from, he saw nothing.
"Oi." The guy shuddered. He recognized that voice. He turned to the other side of him and saw a dark skinned boy with navy hair. He stared at him with wide eyes, alarmed. The blue haired boy stood with his hands in his sweatshirt, looking at him with lazed eyes.
"W-what the hell?" He managed to say.
"Yeah, you already said that." He was taken aback when the guy suddenly vanished.
"Wha-"He then felt a force against his head and he was forced onto the ground. "Oof!" He glanced to see who or what was holding him down, and he stared agape. There, on top of him, was the brown skinned boy with an intimidating expression. The navy smirked seeing the guy under him with a quizzical and utterly terrified look.
"Oh, calm down, will ya?" He said sarcastically. "I'm not hurting you in any way." He practically repeated the guy's words. He pushed himself up while the one he pinned down stood up frantically. The three guys started to run.
"You crazy freak!" They hollered back at him, fleeing away terrified. He sighed annoyed and glanced over to the girl.
"You okay?" He asked her. The pinkette nodded.
"I'm fine, Dai-chan." She muttered with a small smile. That smile soon faded however. "Did you have to be so hard on them?" Aomine groaned. He just saved her ass from a couple of creeps, and now she's feeling sympathy for them?! What kind of logic is that?
"I wasn't hard on them, Satsuki. Believe it or not, I was protecting you." He answered. Momoi grunted at her friend's remark. He had always been like this. He simply just wanted a way to show off his skill. Aomine smirked once more. "Besides, I didn't hurt them in any-"
"Okay, now you're just shoving their words down my throat." She interrupted. "I mean, come on, Dai-chan!" He laughed.
"Yeah, yeah. You gonna bring them in?" He asked as they made their way out of the side of the building. She sighed, looking down at the ground.
"No, not now anyway." She admitted. "They really didn't do anything wrong. Cat-calling isn't a crime, unfortunately."
"They were ogling you and keeping you pinned up against a wall. Last time I checked, that's not cat-calling." Aomine confronted, scowling.
As the two walked down the street arguing over what should be done, two men dressed in black suits and ties walked up behind them.
"Aomine Daiki." One of the men said in a monotonous voice. The two stopped upon hearing the voice and turned around.
"What?" He replied rudely. The man held up a government badge for him to see.
"We're going to need both of you to come with us." Aomine and Momoi looked at each other worryingly, then approached the men cautiously.
Destination: Singapore, Singapore
The current weather was cloudy and chilly; perhaps a rainstorm in the future. Skies were dark, not from roaring storm clouds, but from the lateness of the day. Around 10:00 p.m., street lamps lit up the roads with its light reflecting off of the windows of skyscrapers.
In an affluent neighborhood, where houses weren't compacted together, an alabaster white mansion sat surrounded by a large, black, metal gate. It was elegant, and was one of the biggest houses in the entire neighborhood.
Even though it was late, a man and women dressed in black suits approached the front door of the mansion.
"This is the house?" The woman asked. The man nodded.
"This is the house." Confirming their location, the man took three heavy knocks to the door. They both waited patiently until they heard thumping, presumably footsteps, coming towards the door. The person who opened the door looked to be a man in his mid-forties with dark brown hair.
"May I help you two?" He asked with fake politeness.
"Yes, is this the Akashi household?" The woman questioned. They saw the interest and confusion in the man's eyes as he invited them inside. They both walked in, and as he closed the door, he turned with his arms crossed.
"What's your reasoning for coming here at this hour?" He asked. The two agents looked at each other, knowing the task at hand they needed to accomplish.
"Sir, we need to speak with an Akashi Seijuro?" The woman said. The man looked at them with suspicion as they mentioned the name, but proceeded to be obedient.
"Seijuro!" He called up the stairwell. All while keeping eye contact with the two strangers. Not even a second later, a boy with candy apple red hair walked out to the top of the stairs and looked down at the three.
"Yes, father?" He said toneless. His father opened a hand to the people beside him; showing the boy the guests.
"These people would like to speak with you." Akashi walked down the stairs to speak with the agents, his father staying in place. When he got down, he faced the man and woman and bowed his head slightly.
"Pleasure to meet you." He greeted.
"He's so young!" The woman thought looking down at him. "They can't possibly force something like this upon him."
"Pleasure." The man said. "Now, if you don't mind, we would like to speak with you privately." Akashi looked at his father for approval, in which he nodded his head.
"Very well." He agreed. "There's a study upstairs in the left hallway. Would that be more preferable than the foyer?" The two nodded and Akashi led them upstairs. He showed them to the room where they wound finish their conversation. He turned to face them after shutting the door. "What is this about?" He asked a bit suspicious.
"I'll be blunt about it," The man started. "You have something rare, don't you?" Akashi stared at them, confused. They did not seem trustworthy in his eyes. What could two strangers, like themselves, want with him? He would have to ask these questions later, for a more important question at the moment was how they found him in the first place. The agents looked at him expectantly, in which Akashi hesitantly answered, "Define rare."
Destination: Seward, Alaska
Alaska; a state not often talked about. Even though it's the most unpopulated state in the U.S., it has quite the abundance of cities. One of the cities being Seward.
Seward was small, and was mostly a port city. Water bordered the city and its surroundings made it that more isolated.
It was early morning, and a boy with ice blue hair was heading out for school. Before he went out, he said goodbye to his family, and then grabbed his bike from the garage. The bike was his transportation to school, as he was only a mile or two away from it. A bus wasn't necessary. He gladly embraced the chill of the morning air, closing his eyes only for a minute. He always loved the peacefulness that went along with ride to and from school. Not for any particular reason, just because it was quiet. That peace was soon interrupted when his face suddenly clashed with the sidewalk.
The bike had hit a rock, and he had lost balance.
Laying there with his bike next to him, he muttered a soft, "Ouch." Before pushing himself up. He wasn't bleeding, he was good.
By the time he got to school, everyone was already piling up in the classrooms. He sat in the back, as usual, and started working on the assignment on the board. When the bell rung, the teacher started speaking, almost on cue. He couldn't pick out anything potentially interesting in the lesson at hand. Something about the Spartans and Athens. Just when everyone was starting to fall asleep, there was a knock at the door. Everyone focused their attention on the door, as the teacher went to open it.
"Yes?" She asked whoever was at the door. The kids attempted to see who was there by looking over each other and straining their necks.
"Dude, the men in black are at the door!" One kid whispered to another. The kid looked at him and whispered back, "The men in black is a movie, stupid! They're not at the door." He wasn't wrong however, as all of the ones close to the door saw two men dressed in black suits with expressionless faces.
"We need a Kuroko Tetsuya, is he in this room?" Rumors spread quickly amongst the kids as they looked around the room for a Kuroko Tetsuya. Even the teacher looked around the room for the student.
"Hm, I don't believe he's here today." She told them, genuinely. Kuroko raised his hand.
"I'm right here."
"I see. Could you possibly tell us where he lives?" One of the men asked.
"I'm right here." Kuroko repeated raising his hand higher.
"Um, certainly." The woman said going to her desk. "Do you mind me asking what this is about? Is he in any trouble?" The men shook their heads.
"No miss, he isn't in any trouble." One assured. "We just need to talk to him." The other said.
"I'm right here." He said again, more annoyed than the last two times. Being ignored again, he saw the teacher give the men his address, which was a complete violation of his privacy, and the men thanked the woman as they were heading out the door. Not standing being ignored any longer, he stood up from his seat and walked over to the men. "Excuse me." He said getting in front of them. He was surprised that they actually made eye contact with him, but the two jumped back, shocked. "You needed me?" He said trying not to sound aggravated. The men cleared their throats.
"Are you Kuroko Tetsuya?" One inquired him. Kuroko nodded.
"I am, sir." The two looked at each other and nodded.
"If you don't mind, we need you to come with us." Kuroko looked at them both suspiciously, but he wasn't going to deny the government anytime soon, so he agreed. As he followed them out, he looked back at his classroom. Having a feeling he wouldn't be back anytime soon.
Destination: Auckland, New Zealand
It was one of those days where their parents forced them to get out of the house. For a useless reason like grocery shopping, where all they had to do was follow and stay out of trouble. If they wanted him to stay out of trouble, why not just leave him at home?
"Ni-san, I don't want to be here." He complained to his older brother, leaning against the shopping cart.
"Atsushi, I swear, if you're not going to help, why don't you just wait outside?" He offered, irritated by his whining.
"But mom's going to get mad at me." He complained once more. "And ni-chan promised me nerunerunerune if I stayed."
"Well, you're becoming a pain in the ass by staying." He noted rubbing his temples. The amethyst colored boy looked up at the elder with a pained expression.
"That's mean, ni-san." He mumbled scuffing his feat. The brother groaned, frustrated at the other.
"Here," He started, picking the younger up from the cart. "Go outside and wait quietly, and I'll buy you nerunerunerune after we're done." Murasakibara's eyes glistened.
"Really?" He asked with an almost pleading sound. The brother nodded.
"Really, now go wait outside. And DON'T cause trouble!" Murasakibara sprang up from his once lazy position and ran to the door.
"I won't!" He yelled not looking back. Just as he promised, he sat outside waiting for his family to come out of the store, and he remained silent as to not create a scene. At the moment, he was taking a rock and drawing scribbles on the ground. He wasn't quite sure what he was drawing, that's why they were just scribbles. He didn't like drawing anyway. He was just doing it because he was bored.
"They're taking a long time," He thought, continuing his masterpiece. "Why can't I just go home? I want my candy." While he continued to complain to himself, from across the street, a little girl was running ahead of her mother, laughing. In her mind, they were playing some sort of game, but to the mother, she was running off without permission and trying to get as far away from her as possible. She continuously ordered her to come back, but she didn't listen. The girl giggled seeing her mother try to catch up. As she did so, she ran into the road wanting to get to the other side. The mother panicked.
"Julia, no!" She screamed, causing everyone in the area to face their attention on her and the child. The girl turned to face her mother and then the car in front of her.
Then it crashed.
The mother screamed bloody murder, and the people around them gasped in horror. What they hadn't noticed about crash was that the girl wasn't hit.
And neither was the boy who protected her.
In the middle of the road, two kids, one much younger than the other, were kneeled in front of the car. The youngest was wedged in the chest of the older, and as she opened her eyes to take a peek at what had happened, she saw a sight that was jaw dropping. The front of the car was completely demolished and the boy had his arm extended. He looked unaffected by the scene, but everyone else stared flabbergasted. The boy turned to the girl.
"Are you okay?" He asked the shaken girl.
"Y-yes, I'm okay." She told him, not so sure what just happened.
"Good, now don't do that again. That was really stupid what you did." He scolded her bluntly. The girl didn't know what to say, or do for that matter. Before she knew it, her mother came running to her and embraced her with strong arms.
"Oh my god, thank heavens you're alright!" She cried hugging her. "Don't you ever do that again!" The girl cried in her mother's arms, apologizing for what she had caused. Murasakibara stood up and looked around.
"That was a pain." He thought, annoyed. Soon after, he saw his family rush out of the store and stare at the crashed car and the crying parent with wide eyes. Murasakibara stared back with confusion, until he realized…he had caused a scene. "Oops." He said scratching the back of his head. His brother grasped his head, freaking out.
"Damn it, Atsushi." He mumbled. "Not again." People started to whisper about what had just happened and questioned Murasakibara's strange ability. The overgrown child groaned, as he was now the center of attention.
"What did I do to deserve this?" He asked himself, whining. "I just wanted my candy." Just then, a man and woman dress in all black approached him with police badges.
"Murasakibara Atsushi, you will be coming with us." The woman informed holding up her badge.
"Huh?" He said cocking an eyebrow. "I'm not going with you."
"I'm sorry to hear that." The woman said with a fake apology. "But, you don't have a choice." She showed her badge to him once more. "By government orders, I am required to bring you back to headquarters, and therefore, you cannot deny my proposal." He looked at the badge and then back at the woman with disinterest.
"If I go, will you give me candy?" He asked. Clearly this was all he cared about.
"If that is what you wish." She agreed.
"Fine." He said, now following the two agents. As long as he got candy, he didn't care where they were taking him.
Destination: Seattle, Washington
A loud crackle echoed through the air in the narrow building. It was growing dark outside, and yet he was still there practicing. Another booming sound was heard, followed by a click, and then another bang.
The forest green haired teen removed his goggles to see where his shots had landed. Right in the middle of the target, as always. He placed the m9 on the stand and took off the headphones he was required to wear. He checked the time with his phone, and decided it was time for him to head home. He returned the objects to the front desk and left the shooting range after grabbing his bag.
As he was walking home, his phone buzzed. He opened his phone to see that he had gotten a text from his mother.
From: Mom
Where are you? It's getting dark, you know!
He sighed, but replied to her anyway.
To: Mom
I was at the shooting range. I'm on my way home now, in fact.
He kept his phone out waiting for her to reply. He knew it wouldn't take long. Unless she was writing a book on how he shouldn't be out this late and etc. His phone buzzed again.
From: Mom
Shintarou, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't go to the shooting range on school days!
To: Mom
I apologize. Oha Asa said that cancers had to make sure they did a lot of practicing today, in fact. So, I went to practice my shooting.
From: Mom
…
From: Mom
Just get home quickly if you want your food to be hot.
Midorima put his phone back in his pocket. Perhaps he should take the bus. He quickly denied the option as he wasn't that far away from his house.
While walking back home, he was suddenly approached by two women in dark suits. He stopped dead in his tracks seeing them walk right up to him.
"Is there something you need?" He inquired furrowing his eyebrows.
"Yes, you wouldn't happen to be Midorima, would you? Midorima Shintarou?" She asked him, giving him a confused look.
"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person." He lied. He knew better than to give his name out to some stranger. He didn't know what they were capable of, even if they did have his name.
"I see." The woman said tilting her head. "Let me rephrase it then." Midorima cocked an eyebrow at her words. "The man at the shooting range told us that Midorima had green hair and black, square rimmed glasses. Couldn't miss him." Why? Why did the owner tell someone such things? He was infuriated, and unwillingly confessed to his identity.
"Alright, I am Midorima, in fact." He confessed. "What do you want?" The women pulled up their badges.
"You're coming with us." She demanded. Midorima looked at them startled, and denied going with them.
"I'm sorry, but I refuse to go with you two, in fact." He declared. "Now, if you excuse me, I must be getting home." As he turned to walk away, he heard one of the women say, "This is a government order. If you don't come with us, we'll have to arrest you." A government order? What did the government want with him? Why did the government want him? He sighed; he didn't want to get arrested anytime soon. Especially for a reason as stupid as this. He turned to face the women again.
"I'll need to inform my parents, in fact." The woman smiled.
"Don't worry about that. We'll take care of it." Her and the other woman walked over to a slick, black car and opened the door. "Well, are you going to come quietly?" She asked, teasingly. Midorima took a deep breath and followed her into the car. He didn't know what he had just gotten himself into. He just hoped that he made the right decision.
Destination: Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Driving down a darkened road in the middle of a stormy day, two men dress in black suits conversed about their latest mission. Multiple agents have gotten similar missions, all for the same reason.
"I can't believe the head allowed this plan to go into play." One of the agents complained in the passenger seat. "He's just a kid."
"That kid is one of our best agents." The other argued, defending Nijimura. The other man huffed.
"So what?" He barked back, turning to face out the window. "Doesn't mean it should've been accepted." The other rolled his eyes at his partner. A few minutes later, the man against Nijimura's plan decided to talk again. "So, who are we looking for?"
"A Haizaki Shougo." The other reminded looking at his phone to make sure he was right. "According to the information they gave us, he's somewhere in this area."
"The hard part is finding him." The other noted.
"Let's check these buildings first." He parked the car on the side on the road and both agents stepped out of the car.
"Do we have any idea what this kid looks like?" One asked as they made their way towards the buildings. The other took out a picture and handed it to him.
"He looks like that." He pointed out. The other gave him an annoyed glare. The buildings they were headed for looked like a series of apartments with alleyways in between. They were well kept up, but all of them looked the same. How were they going to find one person in this bundle of houses?
"How about I check the ones on the right, and you check the ones on the left?" He offered to his partner who agreed. They went their separate ways in hopes of limiting their options.
The man who went to check the left knocked on the first door that he saw. After a minute or two, an elderly woman opened the door and greeted him in Vietnamese.
"Good morning, ma'am." He greeted politely. "Do you mind if I ask you a quick question?" She shook her head, not seeming to mind. After approval, he held up the picture of the boy they were looking for. "Have you seen this kid around here?" The woman squinted at the picture, but shook her head after getting a good look. "Thank you, ma'am. Sorry for the intrusion." He apologized as she closed the door. One down, about thirty or so more to go. He groaned to himself, but knowing that they couldn't leave without him, he proceeded to check all of the apartment buildings.
Shortly thereafter, he had approached a family that had seen Haizaki before. Although, they didn't look too happy when asked about him.
"He's a trouble maker," They had said. "A real pain in the ass." Apparently, this kid got into trouble almost constantly, and he was declared as dangerous by his neighbors.
"Great first impressions, kid." He said to himself, sarcastically. Now that he knew a bit about what this kid was like, perhaps it would be easier to find out where he lived.
That plan failed completely.
Everyone refused to tell him where he lived because of his demeanor, and warned him about approaching him. However, he couldn't leave unless the boy was with him. So, he ignored their warnings.
While he walked away from the apartments, he saw his partner approach him while leaving an almost identical set of buildings.
"Did you find him?" He questioned.
"No."
"Did you get the same information that I did?" He asked another question.
"That our target has horrible character? Then, yes." Both sighed in unison. They knew about the person they needed, but still didn't have a clue of where he lived. For all that they know, he could've left the area by now.
"Should we ask to update the location?" He inquired his partner. The other shook his head.
"No, that would be a bad idea. We would look irresponsible." He pointed out. The other agreed. If they asked for an update, when they haven't even been there for that long, it would make them look like they're not doing their job. That was something they didn't want.
"If we knew what this kid could do, maybe we would have more luck. It could be a dead giveaway!" They started to converse walking to another set of buildings. "Think about it, if this kid is as dangerous as his neighbors believe, there could be an obvious hint of where he is. For example, jail."
"They specifically told us that he was in this district. That, and he would be in juvy, not jail." He corrected. The other 'tsked' at his partner. He acted as if he was being sarcastic about the situation at hand, but he wasn't. He was dead serious; that kid could might as well be in juvy.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his chest, stopping him. Already knowing it was his partner, he turned to question him about his actions. Until he saw the look on his face. It was intense, but he couldn't determine the exact expression. Curious, he leaned forward, past his partner, to see what he was staring at. To his surprise, he saw a boy cradling himself with his head in his knees. He was in an alley; it looked like he was trying to hide. The two agents looked at each other with the same look of curiosity, until one decided to make a move.
"Excuse me," He called out walking closer to the boy, cautiously. "Are you alright?"
"Get away from me." He demanded in a dead voice. The agent stopped dead in his tracks. Get away? He observed the boy closer than he originally did.
"Haizaki Shougo." He said slowly, to see if he reacted. Haizaki glanced over at the two with intimidating eyes. So, it was him. "If you don't mind, we need you to come with us."
"What for?" He barked back. He was in no mood to be messed with. The man inched closer to him.
"We can't tell you as of now, but it will be explained when we get there." Haizaki refused to move from his spot. He groaned. "It's a government order."
"I don't give a fuck about the government." He retorted.
"Haizaki," The other chimed in. "Whether you like it or not, you're coming with us. We're not leaving until you do." Haizaki stood from his spot and stared down the two.
"What do I get if I do go?" He asked them.
"That depends." One of the agents said. "What do you want?" Haizaki pondered this, and smirked at them after he did.
"Fine, I'll go."
Back at Teiko, Nijimura and Naoto Sanada, the second leading officer, stood in front of a window looking down at the room below.
The room was used for certain types of tests, which means it was contained. The tests that they were taking as of now had to deal with the seven kids they picked up from all around the globe. Each one had an ability that would be useful if used and trained correctly.
The first one up was a boy with dark skin and blue hair. Naoto observed him from afar, making sure to track everything that was done.
"Nijimura," He said, getting Nijimura's attention. "Give me his profile." Nijimura took out a clip board and read what was written on the sheet.
"Aomine Daiki. Twelve years old and from Beja, Portugal." He read to him. The elder nodded his head.
"He's only twelve?" He questioned.
"All of them are twelve, sir." He informed him looking at the rest of the profiles. Naoto nodded, confirming the information.
"So, what can he do?" He asked looking down at Aomine.
"That's what we're testing." Nijimura told him.
"Uh, what am I supposed to do?" Aomine shouted up at the glass. Nijimura leaned over to the microphone on the control panel.
"You show us what you can do." He explained, speaking into the microphone. "I assume you know what that means?"
"Crystal." He confirmed giving a thumbs up. Nijimura picked the clip board back up and took a pen out from his pocket. He got ready for when Aomine would make a move.
Aomine rubbed his hands together and did a few, quick stretches. If they wanted him to show them what he could do, then he was going to put on a show. A smile appeared on his face as he got in a ready position. Without a signal to start, he darted across the room. Nijimura and Naoto stared with wide eyes as they tried to keep up with him. Nijimura chuckled to himself seeing the boy's potential. He clicked his pen.
"Aomine Daiki: Super speed." He jotted down. Aomine smirked to himself, and tried to halt to a stop. Key word being tried. When he tried to stop, he skidded into a wall. Nijimura and Naoto cringed as they saw him face plant into the wall. Not only that, but they noticed that his pants were completely burned off at the inner thigh. "Okay," Nijimura mumbled to himself. "So, pants that can deal with high amounts of friction is a must." Aomine was dismissed from the room and was replaced with Momoi. Nijimura checked her profile.
"This is Momoi Satsuki. Again, twelve years old and is from the same place as the latter." He told Naoto once more. He told Momoi what he had told Aomine into the microphone. She took a deep breath.
"Alright." She told herself. She focused on Nijimura, in which he looked behind him and around him to see if she was looking at something else. "Oh, I'm sorry! Is it okay if I use you?" She asked him.
"Um, I guess so." Nijimura said, not sure what she was doing. She took another breath.
"Your name is Nijimura Shuzo. Your birthday is July tenth and you're thirteen years old." Nijimura stared, astonished. She hadn't even met him yet. "You're 179 cm and weigh exactly 67 kg. You're blood type is A, along with your father and younger sister. You also have a mother and younger brother, but their blood type is AB." Nijimura couldn't speak. This was quite the power.
"Momoi Satsuki: Psychometry." He wrote, still not able to process her ability. He dismissed her, and she was replaced with a rather tall boy with purple hair. "Murasakibara Atsushi. Twelve and from Auckland, New Zealand."
"Am I going to get any candy doing this?" Murasakibara yelled up to them. Nijimura spoke into the microphone.
"After you show us what you can do." He promised him.
"Kay~." Murasakibara looked around the room. "Um, do you have something I can use? Maybe a car, or something?" A car? What would he need a car for? "Oh, never mind! I found something." Well, that was great and all, but seriously, what was with the car? Murasakibara walked over to a set of weights. Nijimura took note of this and watched in awe as he picked up two 500 kg weights, one in each hand, from the stack. He picked them up with ease at that.
"Uh, wow. Murasakibara: Super strength." He wrote on the paper. Murasakibara threw the weights behind him, causing a loud crash.
"Can I have my candy now?" He asked, impatiently.
"Yes, you can." Murasakibara smiled.
"Kay~." He replied as he left the room. When he left, a boy with glasses and green hair entered,
"This is Midorima Shintarou. From Seattle, Washington." Midorima took no hesitation in pulling out two hand guns from his pockets.
"Give him some targets." Nijimura requested. Naoto pressed a button and, on command, Midorima was given targets to shoot at. Without a second glance, Midorima aimed the guns at multiple targets and pulled the trigger. Each shot hit the targets smack dab in the middle. Shooting all of them took less than a minute or so.
"What would you call that ability?" Naoto inquired Nijimura.
"High accuracy." Nijimura stated, writing down the data collected. Midorima was released and Kuroko stepped in in his place. "This one is Kuroko Tetsuya. From Seward, Alaska." Kuroko didn't know if he was given a cue, or if he should just do it. He figured that since they were already expecting so much, he should just do it. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Before they knew it, Kuroko, literally, disappeared before their eyes. They blinked a couple of times before Kuroko actually appeared again.
"Kuroko: Invisibility." He said out loud. He also noted that his clothes would have to disappear as well. It would be a dead giveaway if they didn't. Now, there were only two more left. Akashi Seijuro and Haizaki Shougo. When Kuroko left, he was replaced with a certain redhead. "Akashi Seijuro. Singapore, Malaysia." Nijimura told Naoto as he focused his attention back to Akashi. Akashi stared back at Nijimura. What could he do to prove his potential? Without warning, Nijimura's pen started floating in the air. It was a small gesture, but its point was loud and clear. Nijimura grabbed the pen from the air and started writing.
"Akashi: Telekinesis." He wrote.
"And telepathy." Nijimura looked back to Akashi with wide eyes. Did he just…?
"And…telepathy." He muttered writing it on the paper. When Akashi left the room, Haizaki came in with his arms crossed. He was the stubborn one. Wanting to get this over with, he took a breath and let out a scream. Nijimura and Naoto held their ears, wincing. All the glass around them shattered into a million pieces, and then Haizaki stopped. "Okay," Nijimura mumbled still cringing. "Sonic Scream, got it."
"You're wrong, you know." Nijimura looked up from the clip board, and halted his writing.
"Excuse me?" He questioned the ash haired boy.
"I took this power from some dude a few weeks ago." He corrected walking out the door. He…took it?
"Alright then. Haizaki: Power Mimicry." And that was everyone.
"I've got to say, Nijimura," Naoto started. "You have some phenomenal kids under your wing." Nijimura smiled. That means he was actually complementing his idea.
"Thank you, sir." He thanked him before gathering his things. "I'm going to go give the data to Shirogane." With that, he left the room in search for the head officer. He was required to bring the information to him after he was done so that he could determine what actions to take next.
In another room, seven adolescents sat in a waiting room of sorts. Needless to say, there was a pretty awkward silence embedded in the room. No one knew each other, except for two, and so it was left with them either keeping their eyes to the floor, or making eye contact with someone and then quickly looking away. It was not a comfortable atmosphere. Kuroko noticed the unpleasant atmosphere and decided he needed to break it. Either that, or he was going to make it more awkward, but he was going to make an attempt anyhow.
"So," He started, causing everyone to look at him. All eyes were on him, don't bail out now. "I know why I'm here, but…what about all of you?" After asking the question, everyone glanced at one another in similar curiosity.
"I assume you're trying to make small talk?" Akashi wondered out loud, facing Kuroko. Kuroko didn't move, but became tense seeing everyone's eyes on him. Akashi sighed and looked away. "In that case, I would think we're all here for similar reasons. Are we not?" Kuroko looked back to Akashi a bit surprised. So, he was actually trying to lessen the atmosphere with him. He didn't think he would be the one to do that, out of all people.
"That can only be confirmed if we knew the reasons why everyone's here, in fact." Midorima stated, pushing up his glasses.
"That's true," Akashi agreed. "I'll go first then." Now, everyone's attention was focused on Akashi. "I was brought here because I have something rare, as they like to call it." He said making quotations with his fingers. "Now, what about all of you"
"I crashed a car." Murasakibara admitted, eating a chocolate bar. "I thought I was being arrested."
"Same, dude." Haizaki chimed in.
"Okay, so, did everyone feel like they were getting arrested or something? Because that's what I thought." Aomine asked everyone, and almost everyone agreed.
"Um, I was just told they needed to talk to me." Kuroko pointed out in the midst of the conversation.
"I was told the same." Akashi said. Haizaki scowled.
"Why did you two get special treatment?" He snarled at them. Akashi squinted his eyes, not like the tone in his voice.
"Perhaps we're just superior to the likes of you." He suggested sarcastically. After this, the room burst into laughter, even from the more composed individuals.
"Oh my god, that shade!" Aomine cackled cupping his mouth. "That shade!" The room was definitely more inviting now that everyone was laughing with each other. It felt like the stereotypical classroom in a comedy movie. Just then, the door opened and everyone ceased their laughing.
"All of you follow me." The man ordered them. They all stood up and followed the man out the door. They didn't know what they were planning after they did those tests, nor did they know the reason for the tests, but they followed simply because they knew they didn't have a choice.
After a while, they were led into another room where they were introduced to Nijimura and Shirogane. Nijimura stood next to Shirogane with the data of the seven in hand. The seven stood in front of the two in complete silence.
"Nijimura." Shirogane said. Nijimura looked towards the officer curiously, awaiting his next command. "I'm handing this operation over to you." Nijimura blinked, not sure if he heard him correctly. Seeing that the head officer wasn't changing his mind, that's when his words began to sink in.
"What?!" He shouted confused.
"Forming this group was your idea, you might as well take responsibility over it." He told him. He didn't know how to process it. He had never been given the leadership of such a task. He had always been on the sidelines doing the less than important parts of an assignment.
"Sir, I don't know if-"He started, but was interrupted by the officer.
"Nijimura, you're one of my best agents and have been trained to do assignments more complicated than this. You're capable of leading a group of kids." Kuroko and the others glared at Shirogane with annoyance. Did he really have the audacity to call them kids? Nijimura took a deep breath and watched as Shirogane left the room. "Best of luck to you." He said before he left. Nijimura looked back to the kids that he had requested. If he was going to lead this, he was going to do it well.
"Alright," He started, getting their attention. "Here's the deal. The seven of you have been chosen to take part in a government assignment, in which you use your abilities to protect citizens everywhere." He explained.
"We're going to be superheroes?!" Aomine exclaimed excitedly. He looked over to Momoi and whispered, "That's so cool!"
"Yes, but not quite." Nijimura answered. "You guys are going to be a team of…superheroes. If you would like to call yourselves that." The seven whispered amongst each other, not expecting this to be their fate.
"Do we have a cool name? Like, the Justice League, or the Avengers?" Aomine brainstormed out loud, imitating certain superheroes.
"Or like the Suicide Squad?" Murasakibara blurted out, getting into the conversation.
"Are you guys joking right now? The Secret Six is much cooler." Haizaki exclaimed.
"The Secret Six is a group of villains." Akashi corrected Haizaki. Haizaki shrugged at the comment, and ignored Akashi completely.
"I don't know about the name of the group specifically, but the name of the operation that this group falls under is operation GOM."
"GOM?" Midorima repeated.
"Generation of Miracles." Nijimura restated. "It's an anagram."
"Generation of Miracles. A little flat, but I can deal with it." Aomine mumbled to himself.
"From the conversation we heard earlier," Akashi said, remembering the conversation with Shirogane and Nijimura. "Are you going to be our leader of sorts?"
"Something along those lines." Nijimura answered. "However, I don't possess amazing abilities such as you seven." He didn't have any sort of power that would make him valuable to this project in any way. He was only an agent, and nothing more. "From what I know, I am responsible for training you and helping you become more adapt to your powers."
"Woah, woah, woah. You expect me to be trained by someone who's only a year older than me, doesn't have powers, and hasn't even had a job like this before?" Haizaki ranted. "Fuck no." Without warning, Haizaki flew across the room and collided with the closest wall. All of them stared horrified after seeing Haizaki crash. They looked back to Nijimura, who was clearly aggravated, with his fist extended.
"I don't like being underestimated." Nijimura gritted. "And I have a habit of losing my temper, so I suggest you don't get me angry." Even though he was talking to Haizaki, he then turned to the rest of them, who cringed. "That goes for you guys as well."
"Yes, sir." They all mumbled, cowering. Nijimura collected himself and looked back to all of them, calmer than before.
"All of you will start training tomorrow morning." He informed them. He figured that today had been beyond crazy for all of them, and that he shouldn't apply too much pressure on the kids. After all, they were only twelve. The seven of them were escorted to what would be there rooms. It was obvious they needed one since they were to be training there. He knew that he needed to develop some sort schedule for all of them. All of their powers were so different, and they needed to be trained individually. Strength, agility, and teamwork would obviously be something they did, well, as a team. As something like that anyone can do. However, something as complicated as practicing telekinesis or invisibility is, obviously, not something everyone can do. He sighed to himself. He was just going to have to wait until tomorrow to figure out a system all of them could work with.