Long ago, the Earth faced two groundbreaking changes that affected everyday life.
The first change was a physical change in the human body. It just happened one day in Keikei, China, when a baby with bioluminescent skin was born. A literal glowing baby! Imagine the surprise the parents had!
Following that, reports all over the world popped up, where people with exceptional powers started to emerge. Morphing limbs, controlling energy around themselves, or even changed/enlarged body parts. No one knew where these powers, these Quirks, came from, and no one really cared in the end. Exceptional was the norm. Fantasy was reality. And people could live out their dreams of being superheroes. Or villains, really.
The second change was a mental breakthrough in the field of science. With the wonders and possibilities of the internet waning down, a new connective network was founded through EM waves, and connected all over the world via three satellites; Pegasus, Leo and Dragon. This development led to many great inventions, more advanced cities and new modes of transportation to boot.
This also allowed the discovery and contact with extraterrestrial life! Quite recently in fact. Finally, the humans of Earth had discovered that they were not alone in the universe, and could make peace with friendly aliens! Or at least, that was the plan.
The space company, NAZA, launched a station called "Peace" to try and forge a connection with a discovered planet. A mysterious incident caused the station, and all the scientists on board to disappear without a trace.
Everyone worked hard to find the scientists, especially the heroes. But in the end, all they could find was a long section of the destroyed station of "Peace" floating in space. With heavy hearts, the search was called off.
It was probably for the best. After five generations, wave technology had evolved as far as necessary, and the force of Pro Heroes had never been stronger since All Might's debut. It was truly an era of Peace on Earth.
But not for long…
Star Hero Mega Man
Chapter 1: Brand New Way
The city of Musutafu was under attack! A giant monster with tendrils was rampaging all around him, causing buildings to crumble and traffic to jam. A number of heroes are already fighting him as well as containing the public away from the combat zone for their safety. An epic struggle the likes of David and Goliath relieved was about to unfold as the tree hero Kamui Woods prepared his ultimate attack-
"CANYON CANNON!"
A giant foot stomped the monster's face down to the pavement. Literally no one saw it coming, least of all Kamui. The attack came from a buxom woman in a skintight costume that left nothing to the imagination. She even coyly leaned back for the many photographers to get a good angle shot of her.
"And so, for now and forever, the day is saved, thanks to yours truly, Mount Lady!" she proudly proclaimed with a pose and peace sign. After all, she managed to score the decisive blow on today's villain.
Villain attacks were almost common, as some people tried to fit into society as intended before the urge to commit crime swelled up. It had happened centuries ago before Quirks, and it would continue to occur as long as human nature wrestled with the notions of good and evil. And just as people were drawn to crime, there were heroes who rose up to stop them.
Fame. Fortune. Glory. Altruism. All these reasons, and many more, made up a Pro Hero.
All and all, another normal day in Musutafu. With the villain defeated, traffic via the magnet train could resume. No one was even worried about missing work, as the speed of wave technology meant everyone had time to spare.
"Oh man, did you see Mount Lady back there!?" A rock-skinned male gushed to two others sitting next to him. "She was so badass!"
"I want her to step on me someday. Her and Midnight both…" Another man wearing a Midnight shirt swooned. Fans of heroes came in all kinds, especially with powers as silly as conjuring plushies of his favorites.
"Hey, look at this video, guys!" The third of their group said, pointing to her armband with her extra right arm split from the elbow. "There's another hero-villain fight going on in France!"
"Oh, the Miraculous Black Chat and Dame Beetle Duo, right? They're the best!"
It didn't matter where in the world you were. The newest EM tech was the pinnacle of inter-connectivity. Email, phone, games, streaming, radio, anything you can think of, the Transer could do and then some. It was as common to see someone with a Transer on their arm as it was to see someone with a Quirk.
Not that there weren't any… hiccups, to the technology. One that the friends noticed quickly as the screen of the battle froze just before a hero and villain traded blows.
"DAMMIT!" The woman's third arm slammed down on the device. "Just when we were getting to the good part!"
"Even if it gets connection again, we'll still have missed part of the fight. Hero fights like these tend to end quickly," the man with the heroine plushies noted, checking his own Transer. "Maybe it's a virus."
"Again? Why does this keep happening?!"
"It's your satellite frequency."
The three friends looked over to a young boy with messy green hair and freckles sitting across from them in a corner seat. In his hand was a pen and a Campos-brand notebook, titled "Hero Analysis" over the cover. He was clearly writing something inside before he turned to the trio. He lifted one of his hands to tilt down an odd-looking pair of glasses over his eyes; they were green in color with white lines across them like waves.
"Two of your Transer devices are connected to the Dragon Satellite, which covers the eastern side of the world like Japan and Korea. Your friend streaming has the Pegasus Transer, which allows better connection to Europe and Africa, while Leo oversees North and South America regions. The waves you're receiving are slightly darker but that's expected. The differences are minimal now that the three satellites were renovated years ago because of defective problems. It doesn't really matter what Transfer model people get nowadays because the only real difference between them is the color; Red for Leo, Blue for Pegasus and Green for Dragon. The models are meant to complement and support each other, and provide a protective ID under one of three satellites in case of hacking or criminal activity—"
The boy continued to talk, overly focused on the trio. His voice grew softer and almost ominous as he got lost in his train of thought. Everyone on the train either looked at him with trepidation or tried their best to ignore him.
Eventually one of the men with the Dragon Transer conjured another plushie (deliberately malformed to look like a dust bunny with googly eyes) and threw it at him to stop. It bonked him at the forehead, successful. "Kid? We don't need a history lesson. How do we fix the virus problem?"
"Oh, right, sorry," the green-haired boy stammered, and lifted the glasses off from over his eyes. "It's just a stray streaming bug wave of Metools, so a quick reboot should clear them off. For the tougher stuff, you either need Hero Cards or a Satella Police officer to clear it."
"But if I reboot now, then the fight will be over by then!" the woman argued.
"Just get someone else to save the stream, then," the boy shrugged.
"We would if we could get the kind of connection speed she gets through Pegasus," the rock-man said. "Unless you have a solution to lag speed, too?"
"Well, are you Brothers?"
The three of them blinked, but none was more offended than the three-armed woman. "Excuse me?"
"Huh? O-OH! No, no! Not a family brother! I mean one made by a BrotherBand!"
Realization dawned on the three quickly. "Oh yeah, I heard about those," the rock-man said. "It's like a friend-list feature connected by wave tech, able to talk to each other wherever."
"Something like that. It's strenuous for three satellites, let alone one, to give the entire world fast speed and deal with viruses all at once. Some data and streaming is only exclusive to certain satellites. Each Transer functions as a mini-satellite, so when BrotherBands are made, they can trade and stream to other bonded Transers even if they are connected to different satellites."
"No fooling?!" the rock-man exclaimed, turning to the three-armed woman. "Hey, let's be Brothers too! You and me!"
"What, are you kidding?" The woman argued, pulling her Transer back. "Being a Brother means sharing secrets and getting access to each other's personal info! There's been plenty of crimes that happen because one too many villains took advantage of someone's Transer data!"
"Come on, we've known each other for years! Transer secrets are not that big of a deal, and we would have to learn them eventually if we… you know~."
"The answer is still no!"
The rock-man sulked, and the multi-limbed woman snorted, both looking away from each other. The plushie man, sitting between them, leaned towards the boy and whispered, "Exes," as if to explain the situation. The boy mouthed an "Oh" expression and nodded.
"By the way kid, what's your name?" the plushie man asked, curious.
"Huh? Oh, I'm Izuku Midoriya," the boy answered. He was already looking back down at his notebook and scribbling notes. As far he knew, the conversation was over.
The plushie man tilted his head to read the cover of the book. "'Hero Analysis', huh? You plan to be a pro-hero too when you grow up, Izuku?"
Izuku's hand stopped, and his neutral face flinched slightly to a frown. "No," he said sadly. "I thought I did once, but it was just a stupid dream."
The trio of friends gave him sympathetic looks. "Yeah, I've been there," the rock-man said. "Tried out for the Hero course at U.A. and got turned down. They're brutal in admittance now and there's already so many pros out there fighting to climb the rankings."
"Y-you seem very knowledgeable about the BrotherBand and Transer, though," the woman added. "Maybe you could work hard enough to be a NAZA astronaut?"
Izuku's hand clenched tighter, enough that the sound of paper crunching was evident. But as soon as it happened, the boy's hand eased up. "Maybe, but I'm not too sure of that either," he said, and he rose up from his seat and walked down to get off the next stop.
"Hey, wait! Would you like to be Brothers with one of us?" the rock-man asked.
"No thanks," Izuku said. "I'm in a hurry."
"Don't you at least want a thank-you plushie?"
"Look mister, I really don't—"
The words died in Izuku's mouth as he stared in awe and wonder. In the man's hands was a plushie (most likely the power of his Quirk to conjure small objects like this in his hands). But it wasn't just any plushie. It was one shaped like a hero. And not just any hero either. "Is that… All Might?!"
A deformed, stuffed, and stubby looking version of All Might, but it was All Might nonetheless. The color of his red and blue uniform with white circle insignia in the softest nylon, a small leathery blue cape stitched on his shoulders, black slit eyes that on a doll would look more like sunglasses, and a bright, wide white grin, and iconic blond hair curls at the top of his head.
"I don't know what's wrong, but no kid should leave without a smile on their face," the plushie man explained, presenting the small toy to him. "I'm… usually better in making heroine dolls like Midnight, so it's not as good as it can be. I hope you like it all the same."
"I…" Izuku croaked, hesitantly reaching to accept the doll. "Th-Thank you, mister."
"It's the least I can do, helping us with the lagging problem." He then looked both ways and stage-whispered to Izuku in close proximity. "Just don't tell the Yaoyoruzu family or the Government about this. They have a bit of a guan-ho attitude about excessively creating stuff out of nothing if it's not hero work, let alone counterfeit selling."
Despite himself, Izuku laughed. "Your secret's safe with me, mister."
Sometime later, Izuku was leaving the local grocery store with a few bags in tow. "This should get mom and me by for the weekend."
As he walked back to the bus stop, he reached for his Transer on his wrist and started fiddling with it. Maybe it was the plushie, but Izuku felt compelled to pull up his favorite video. The only video he had saved on his Transer to watch whenever he could.
The debut of All Might, where he rushed into a burning building and carried as many people out as possible. With the incredible audacity to laugh jovially, turning a desperate situation into something hopeful.
It always ended with All Might carrying a huge load of people, a broad grin as he assured to everyone, "Fear not citizens; hope has arrived! Because I am here!"
It was something that resonated with so many people, Izuku especially. All Might was not only strong and brave, but a bastion of peace. Just hearing him say everything would be okay was as good as gold. Everyone loved All Might and wanted to be a hero like him. It was no wonder he was the No. 1 Pro Hero of the world.
Watching this video always brought a smile to his face. It gave him hope and excitement. It inspired him to be better. At least, until…
"Your son will never have a Quirk.
"I'm so sorry, Izuku!"
"Stop trying to pretend to be someone you're not, Deku!"
Haunted by bitter memories, Izuku's fragile smile broke with a defeated sigh. "Who am I kidding?" he asked aloud, but to no answer. He turned off the video.
"There you are!"
Izuku stopped and turned to whoever called out to him. "Huh?"
Standing behind him on the road and pointing at him was a girl in a black school uniform and a red ribbon. The most defining feature, and one that immediately drew Izuku's attention, was her platinum blond hair, fashioned in two big, drill-like buns at the back of her head.
The girl's brown eyes hardened to a determined glare, complimented by a confident smile. Or smirk, really. "Izuku Midoriya. I've finally found you."
Izuku's mind went blank. He had never met this girl before in his life, and she was looking for him? The only intelligible thing he could utter was a dumbfounded, "Huh?"
"There's something I want to talk to you about, if you have the time. And given your circumstances, you have plenty of time to spare, I bet."
Wait. A girl wanted to talk to him? A GIRL wanted to TALK to HIM?! He was going to talk to a GIRL! This was too good to be true!
No, he had to calm down. No one ever wanted to talk to him. Not without a good reason. There had to be a catch. "Who are you?" he asked her. "And what do you want?"
"In order, my name is Luna Shirogane. And I'm here to induct you into Aldera Junior High School."
A cold knot formed in Izuku's stomach. "I-I'm sorry, I might have misheard. Did you just say—"
"Yes," Shirogane's smile was downright sardonic. "I'm here to bring you back to school."
Bitter, painful memories resurfaced so quickly that Izuku found himself trembling. Going back to school meant going back to all the mocking, laughing faces of his peers, to being reminded of how amazing and better they were compared to him. Worst of all, that might mean…
"Uh, by any chance," he asked slowly. "Is this the school Kacch- erm, Katsuki Bakugou goes to?"
"Bakugou?" Shirogane cupped her chin in thought. "Why, yes, he's in my class too. Practically a valedictorian in all but personality. He even has plans to attend U.A. next year."
Izuku's face paled, but Shirogane didn't notice. Rather, she looked excited. "It's perfect, actually! We have a seat opening in that class so you two can—"
"Not interested. Thanks anyway," he cut her off, and quickly hurried to leave—
Only to suddenly bump into a big bulky figure. "You best listen to what the Prez says."
Izuku gulped as he stepped back. Standing before him was a thick armed giant wearing an Alderan gakuren uniform (black shirt and pants), only with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders. His face was scrunched up like a bull with a big chin, and a pair of horns was growing out of his hair and curved out to either side of his head.
"Now you didn't think I would try to convince you without backup from my Brothers, did you?" Shirogane taunted. "Midoriya, meet Gonta Ushijima, my muscle. His Quirk is Bison, which gives him the characteristics of a bull. That means added muscle mass, strong bone structure, and even the horns."
As Ushijima exhaled a huff of steam like a real bull, and at that moment a smaller boy walked out from behind him. He too wore a black gakuen, though the sleeves and pant legs were rolled up a bit, showing that he was too small for the uniform. In fact, he was one of the shortest boys Izuku had ever met, only sticking out because of his messy brown hair, thick glasses, and smug look on his face.
"And this is Kizamaro Saishoin, my adviser. His Quirk is Temple, and it allows him to create a library sanctuary around him to study even faster than the standard radio connection between Transers."
"It was thanks to my Quirk we found out about you," Saishoin proclaimed.
"Wh-What do you mean?" Izuku asked. He really didn't like getting cornered by these three people.
Shirogane brushed her hand behind her over her thick hair bundle. "I am the Representative of my class, as well as President of the Student Council. I've earned plenty of accolades to earn me a place into any high school in the country, except for perhaps the hero course schools. I have almost achieved all that I could for a perfect graduation, or so I thought."
Saishoin started pacing around Izuku, appraising him from head to toe with a hand over his frames. "In my research, I came across a fascinating discovery. You were admitted into Aldera Junior High, but never showed up for a single class. You have been homeschooled for the last two years and are about to continue onto your third year before you go to high school. You are technically on the record as an Aldera student, even though you are not penalized or graded on your attendance, or lack of."
"Long story short, the Prez needs you to go to school so it can make the school, and herself, look better for her future high school," Ushijima said. "Starting today."
"Tomorrow." Saishoin corrected him.
"Tomorrow. Thanks, Kiza."
Izuku had the distinct feeling that he should be mad. These three strangers he never met from a junior high school he probably wouldn't have known in normal circumstances, coming and expecting to drag him to school for their leader's ego than his own good. And maybe he was.
But more than anything, he was feeling miserable, wanting to be anywhere but here. He tried once again for diplomacy. "But I really don't want to go to school. Please excuse me," he pleaded, attempting to walk past Shirogane this time. Maybe if he doubled back he could find another bus stop on the other end.
So far so good. She didn't try to stop him from leaving her, but he barely made a few steps past her before she asked him, "Don't you want to attend U.A. as well?"
Izuku stopped. Who wouldn't want to go to U.A.? Ever since Quirks started becoming mainstream and everyone wanted to be a hero, schools that specialized in teaching the hero course popped up all over the world. And in Japan, there was no school with a better hero course curriculum than U.A. High. Some of the greatest Pro Heroes had attended U.A., including All Might. It was a dream school for any inspiring hero-to-be.
"If you plan to go to high school, much less pursue a career as demanding as a Pro Hero, you need to stop this shut-in home-schooling life," she said. "You only have one year left. Do you want to waste that time sitting at home?"
"...do you even know the reason why I stopped going to school?"
Saishoin flinched, but no one noticed. Ushijima just blinked, while Shirogane shrugged. "It doesn't matter what the reason is," she said. "It would be better for the both of us if you just come back to Aldera."
"Better for you, maybe. But not me," Izuku said sadly. "There's no reason for me getting into U.A., so there's no point trying."
"How do you even know that without trying? I bet even someone with a Quirk like mine, hopping to great heights, can make a career as a Pro! I'm sure you have a great Quirk—"
"Less."
Shirogane paused. "What was that?"
"I'm Quirkless," Izuku told her. His head dropped lower as he did. "I don't have any kind of powers like you or your Brothers do."
Shirogane shot a quick glare at the now skittish Saishoin. The small bespectacled boy tried justifying himself, explaining, "You only asked to rely on relevant information."
And how in the world was a Quirkless status not relevant?! she wanted to scream. No, never mind. This could still work.
Sighing, Shirogane tried again to appease him. "U.A. has removed the restriction on Quirks needed to try out for the hero course recently. You can still apply while Quirkless. And there's also the general, support, and business courses to consider, too."
Izuku didn't respond. He just started to walk away again. Shirogane growled, moving to stop him with a firm hand on his shoulder. "Hey! I'm saying you still have a chance to get into your dream school! Are you really going to let this slip by?"
"I never had a chance."
The very tone of the boy's voice gave Luna pause. It was full of self-loathing and bitterness… it felt so familiar, too. She barely recognized him rolling his shoulder to remove her grip as he started walking away again. "Now leave me alone."
Luna hesitated… for about four seconds. She then gathered her wits and called out to him, "This isn't over, Midoriya! I'll drag you back to school if I have to!"
School was already over for today, so there was no point in trying to drag things out now. She just wanted to give him a proper warning and test how diligent he was against going. For better or worse, this encounter was informative.
"What do we do now, Prez?" Ushijima asked. "Give up?"
"Of course not! It would be silly to give up so soon before we even started trying," Luna scoffed. "We just need more information on Midoriya, to further our research and plan of attack."
Saishoin saluted to her. "I'll get on it, Madam President."
"See that you do, Kizamaro. And this time?" She leaned forward towards him with a look of both boredom and annoyance that left him shaking in his shoes. "Leave nothing out."
Elsewhere, in the reaches of space far, far away, a battle broke out among the stars. Lights of myriad colors collided with one another, intent on chasing the spark of blue. Though the blue light was moving fast, the others were just as fast, if not more so.
Landing on a stray planetoid, the blue light dimmed, and the figure inside materialized into a solid form. The waves of his figure blurred as he exhaled a deep breath, before he appraised himself. He resembled something of a canine ghost with an angular, metal face, sharp teeth, and red eyes. A mane of green plasma melded right in with the rest of its incorporeal body, held together by blue metal armor and gauntlets.
For good measure, the canine ghost patted his chest plate. "Form's still stable. That's good, at least." He looked up towards the starry sky, searching for his ever-distant destination. "But at this rate I might not make it there in time…"
Moments later, the myriad lights chasing him all landed on the same rock he was on, surrounding him in a large circle. He could make out their shapes faintly through their still glowing and active auras. A pale swan. A coral crab. A lavender harp. A bronze scorpion. A verdant snake. A scarlet dragon. A pair of golden masks.
Wow, half a dozen of FM's finest after little old him. He felt both honored and worried.
"Nowhere to run now, Omega-Xis," the dragon said, extending a claw out to him. "Hand over the Andromeda Key."
"If you comply now, I'm certain his Majesty will forgive your violent transgression," the twins added.
Omega took a long look at the opposition glaring at him before looking directly at the twins. "Will the king promise not to use it if I do?"
"Don't be stupid!" the swan said. "The point of having the key is the ability to use it!"
"It is our tool for universal conquest," boasted the scorpion. "It would be foolish not to use it!"
"And everyone is okay with this?" Omega asked.
He noticed that the crab and harp were the most uncomfortable of the lot. The snake folded her arms and simply stated, "It is what his Majesty wishes, not that a traitor like you would understand."
"Traitor, huh? Well excuse me for not being on board with seeing a superweapon destroy planets like AM ever again."
Though the expression of their form didn't change, the pair of masks was irritated and rippled with an energy discharge. "You had your chance, Omega. We'll settle for taking the Key after we delete you from existence."
The seven figures surrounding Omega started to glow brighter, ready to attack. Despite this, Omega looked calm as he turned his gaze out to the stars again.
"You know, I've heard that Earthlings have special powers too, like us," he said conversationally. "They call them Quirks, and even give them names to better define how unique their power is."
"Who cares about the stupid Earthlings?!" the dragon roared. "They are just insects to the might of EM beings, especially the FM-ians!"
"True, but something about power naming sounds endearing and with purpose. For example, if my power was a Quirk, I'd call it 'Shooting Star'."
"And why would you pick a name like that?" the scorpion scoffed.
Omega grinned. "I was hoping one of you would ask."
Just then, he too started to glow and shimmer in power. But it was a brighter light than the ones surrounding him, almost blinding their own.
"What?!" the crab panicked. "He's been holding back this whole time?"
"No," the harp said. "He's charging for a great leap."
"What?!"
"Stop him! OPEN FIRE!"
The FM-ians attacked in unison but were a fraction too late as Omega vaulted far into the void like a cannon. The planetoid was destroyed but the rogue EM being escaped, hoodwinking his former comrades in the process.
Omega-Xis gave his pursuers one last smug grin and expressed a rude, human gesture he learned with his finger, whether they could see it or not.
"So long, suckers!" he jovially mocked. And he soared farther into space with a slight but valuable head-start from his pursuers.
At a young age, Izuku Midoriya learned a cruel truth. Not all humans were created equal.
But maybe the saying should be changed to that not all beings were created equal, as there has been research proving there was life outside of Earth.
Point is, growing up Quirkless was devastating for a young boy who wanted nothing more than to be a hero like All Might. A hero without powers… some said that it could be done, but only in fantasy stories or comic books. The danger of being a hero was very real, as people could and had died rescuing civilians or fighting a power was not a guideline, but a prerequisite.
He arrived home with no further incident, and before long it was dinner time. The food his mother cooked was delicious, but it was a tense, somber meal regardless. No one knew what to talk about, so they usually didn't say anything.
Eventually, Inko Midooriya tried anyway. "So, Izuku… how was your day?"
"I saw Mount Lady defeat a villain up close this morning," he said. "He was big, but she had a size-growing Quirk to fight back so it evened out."
"Oh, h-how interesting." She clearly didn't see the subject of heroism as interesting, but it was the thought that counted.
"Some kids also tried to coerce me into going to school."
"Oh! Are they your friends?"
"I don't have friends, mom," he told her. His eyes glanced longingly toward his Transer, unattached on the corner of the table. "Not since Kacchan."
"R-Right, sorry…"
Again the room was silent. Izuku continued to eat, but his mother stared at him with worry. She tried talking to him again. "But, don't you want to go back to school? Even a little?"
"Not really. I mean, before I probably wouldn't have minded all the teasing but now that Dad's gone…"
His eyes wandered to the third seat at the table, across from him. There used to be plates of food set there even as a joke, for the rare time when he came back from his long space trips and research. Now it was just vacant.
A lot could happen in three years.
Suddenly Izuku lost his appetite. "I'm… going to go out now. Thanks for the food, mom."
Inko opened her mouth to say something but found herself unable to trust her voice. Instead she nodded, trying to offer a comforting smile.
She didn't realize she was crying until Izuku left.
Izuku went to his usual spot, Tatooine Hill, just at the edge of the city. The site of the barren sand and gravel was originally planned for construction of a racing track, but the plan was scrapped due to constant repairs from villain attacks.
Izuku preferred this though. No one would come out to a barren hill out in the middle of nowhere, which meant no interfering city lights for stargazing. In fact, the hill was a perfect spot for stargazing with its precarious height that if more people knew about it, Tatooine Hill would be a popular dating spot.
He hiked to the top and laid down on the hill. He checked his Transer; the time read 6:04 PM, just a minute or so before sunset, and he could see the sky dimming to a brilliant orange-red twilight.
Izuku slipped the glasses down over his head, watching the myriad of radio waves trail across the sky. There was no true shape to radio waves, just different colors based on their frequency and the shape of their receiving and transmitting signals. It was like trying to pick apart building blocks to figure which wave was from where before they left his field of vision.
He tilted the Visualizer over his eyes, always fascinated at how these glasses could reveal a different side of the world to him. Eventually he pulled them off his head and looked at them more carefully in his hand. An amazing tool… and treasured keepsake made by Hisashi Midoriya.
"Dad…"
As he turned the glasses around, something caught his eye off the lens. He put the Visualizer back on, seeing waves move downward from the sky instead of across from it. At first, they looked like regular oblong shapes that represented waves.
But as they flew closer, he could see more defined shapes and colors in them. One wave took the form of a blue-green streak with a canine-like silhouette inside. The one chasing behind it was red-orange in color, and had draconic wings unfurled and gliding.
"What in the—?!"
Seconds later, the two comets crash-landed a short distance from the hill. The double impact caused the whole of Tatooine Hill to shake, and in turn caused Izuku to tumble over and roll down the hill.
"Whaaaaaaaaah~!" he screamed as he barreled down fast, kicking up a dust cloud as he did. He eventually reached the bottom and came to a hard stop upon slamming into something hard. "ACK!"
Pain. That was painful. He almost blacked out right then and there from a tumble into some chunk of concrete. He knew he wasn't as fit or strong as other boys his age (with Quirks) but it was honestly a bit embarrassing.
He considered just sitting there to let the pain go away slowly, but he shot up like a bullet as he saw his backpack roll down in front of him, empty. "Ah, my stuff!"
Izuku quickly gathered his bag and collected his things that had scattered up a little higher on the hill. Pens, old notebooks, the plushie from this morning, even his collection of Hero Chips (luckily still sealed in their All Might themed tin case).
A static-y voice interrupted his search with the intensity of Kacchan's yelling. "This is as far as you go, Omega-Xis!"
Izuku stiffened and looked around. There was no one here but him. Even as he looked towards where the sound came from, over a small ledge he was suddenly hiding close behind. There was nothing there but a large crater.
"Draco. I guess I have to give you credit for catching up to me first."
Another voice, just as rough and headstrong but also defiant. And he still couldn't see anyone.
Were they… the radio waves he saw fall from the sky? No, that couldn't be right. Even among Quirk-users people couldn't simply turn into a wave form for so long, much less there being a hero or villain with that power. And people with similar Quirk natures were rare and few in number, you were more likely to see it among family than anything else.
Still, he slipped his Visualizer over his eyes and was surprised to see the two figures from earlier before him. A blue armored metal dog with green plasma forming its arms, mane and body, and a red-scaled reptile with claws and wings held together by blood-red energy.
"If you care at all about your pitiful existence, you will hand over the Andromeda Key now!" the dragon roared and pointed. So that must be Draco.
"You want it so badly? Come and get it, you salamander."
The taunt proved effective enough to make Draco rush at him. "Omega-Xiiiiis!"
Izuku had to duck and cover as the two… what were they? Radio waves? Hero and villain? Aliens? Either way, their fighting was starting to get intense as the sand and debris of the area was kicked up like a storm, with resounding thunderclaps of explosions echoing over the desolate area.
He had never been this close to an actual fight before. Usually there were other Pro Heroes or police maintaining a barricade to keep the civilians from getting too close to the crossfire and protect them from being potential casualties/hostages. But there was no one here, and it scared Izuku. For all he knew, both of them could be villains wrapped up in a power struggle.
I have to get out of here, he thought.
Slowly, he crawled away from the fighting, trying to drown out the sounds in his mind. Just need to walk around the hill and then make a run for the train station.
BOOM! "AAAAH!"
Izuku jumped back, startled as an explosion erupted right in his escape path! When the dust settled seconds later, Draco was forcibly pinning down Omega-Xis down with one claw over his neck area. He quickly stepped back to hide, somehow avoiding the alien's attention.
"So much for your 'Shooting Star' Quirk," Draco said dismissively. "You wasted all that power just to get on this backwater planet, when you could have taken one or all of us out back at the planetoid."
Omega used his own claws to pry Draco's own off of him, glaring back at him with intensity. "Anything to get the Andromeda Key out of the FM King's grasp is a victory in my book."
"Your effort is wasted if you think this will set us back. Did you really think you could stand up against the full might of FM and Andromeda? You will die along with this planet for your treachery!"
From his hiding spot, Izuku choked down a gasp. Did he hear that right? There were aliens that wanted to destroy the Earth?! And this Omega… he was trying to stop them.
And surprisingly enough, Omega had a smirk on his face. "What can I say? I'm a bit of a fan for the heroics."
For some reason, Izuku thought back to what drew him to heroes, to All Might and the others. How they always fought to help others, and that All Might himself could save people with a smile. If an alien could do that, why couldn't he?
Quirks were the furthest thing on his mind, as was escaping. Just the realization that Omega was a hero. Draco was a villain. And right now, the villain was about to win.
"So this is how a proud FM warrior goes down; a traitor to his kin for some sense of mercy." Draco held his claws up, creating an energy ball as large as himself. "Say goodnight, 'hero'."
It was at that moment, Izuku did something incredible. Something that to this day he couldn't quite figure out why he did so or what compelled him to do it. Something that would forever change his life.
He ran towards the aliens to save Omega. "Watch out!"
A/N: Yay, a new story by me! Don't worry, I haven't stopped Fate/Reach Out or Hyrule League. It's just this story idea came to me musing on a forum one day and I decided to write it. I even played Mega Man Star Force Dragon just to prep me up for this (and I'm ashamed to have missed this back during the DS' lifespan). I plan to make this story shorter than my other ones so hopefully I'll finish it quicker, so let's have a wild ride with this one until then!
-Vegeta the 3rd