Author's Note: This Story is Based on the Tiger and Bunny Anime, Manga, and Drama series. I do not own official rights of the series, except for the OC, Kokuro Jedi. Happy Reading!

Episode 1: Why Destiny Is A Nuisance

Chapter One: Cashing Trouble

Kokuro hates her life.

For starters, her landlord evicted her from her apartment. Again. Another reason, her car got stolen.

And third, she found herself staring at the end of a loaded gun.

A shallow breath slithers in her throat, barely slowing her wild heart from banging against her ribcage. Her white jaw numb, keeping her mouth shut tight. Holed combat boots set apart, frozen in solid fear.

No one in the room dares to breathe. Every pair of eyes were looking at her, wide in terror, some with hesitation, and a single set boring in anger.

"Give up the money, kid!" the masked man growls, looking threateningly at her.

Kokuro didn't move, her silver, dagger eyes blazing at the crook.

Giving the money would make the situation more tolerable. Yet, curse it! That was hard earned money! She didn't get those kickboxing bruises for nothing! These hoodlums just had to drop in at the wrong day. Ordering everyone to submit.

"Give it!" he snarls.

Kokuro allows her jaw to slack, the clenching pressure gone, feeling the soreness in the bones. Her eyes blank, half-lidded, thin lips morphing in a callous smirk.

"I'd say," she speaks disparaging, "You can pry my cash out of my cold dead hands, but I planned to die in a blazing fireball. So I guess you are out of luck either way."

Click!

"Last chance," he growls.

The crook shoves the gun barrel at her head, the cold metal searing her skin. Barring his yellow teeth, coated in saliva. The muscles under the black coat bulging.

Kokuro's smirk falters a bit, but growing even wider with a slow mocking laugh. "As if."

"Why you-" he barks. His finger pulls, snapping at the trigger.

BANG!


BZZZT! The wrist com beats loudly, vibrating against the plains of his calloused skin.

Antonio freezes, large hands wrapped around a double steak, triple cheese sandwich with a tomato slice stuck in the middle. The edible contents an inch away from his carnivore teeth. His wet mouth pausing, opened wide enough for a kitten to fit in there.

BZZZT!

The sandwich falls, big fingers imprinted on the squashed sandwich. Tumbling down to the white ceramic plate, making a loud SPLAAAT!

Antonio hurtles out the door, the diner bell announcing his leave of an unpaid bill next to an uneaten dish. He trips, stumbling down the short flight of steps. Viciously yanking his keys out of his back pocket. Tearing the truck's door near off its hinges, diving into his seat, jamming the keys in the car ignition. He turns around, backing out the dented truck from the narrow parking space. He slams his foot on the accelerator, snapping the gear to drive. Tires squeal on asphalt, wheels smoking streaks of black marks.

The truck shoots like a bullet, zipping right on the highway at impatient speed.

Now, a big man like Antonio needs the calories to keep his hunger at bay. What he would normally do is stuff that double streak, triple cheeses in his mouth, slap his owed money on the table for the waitress, and would have left without running out the door. Yet today, Antonio didn't dare to eat his favorite double streak, triple cheese sandwich. Resulting in an uneaten sandwich and unpaid bill.

Yet, today was the day. Today had to be the day! Today, Antonio's going to be The Man, The Hero! ...

Or, at least, make a few arrests.

Now, very, very few people in the world know this Fact. Few people know The fact that Antonio is Rock Bison. Bull Tank Of The West!

And few people know that Rock Bison actually exists.

But this is not about the fame. No! It's not about the points. No! It's not even about the money! NEVEEEERRRR!

Yet, for some reason, Antonio found himself leaving that big, juicy, beautiful, tasty, double steak, triple cheese goodness all alone at the dinner. All Antonio knew, that deep down in his muscled gut, that today is going to be the day.

Today is going to be different.

"Bonjour, Heroes," Agnes speaks in her seductive voice, smoother than her lips. "There's a bank robbery on the Bronze Stage, next to the highway on the West Side."

Kotetsu's head pops up, half a meaty burger ticking out of his mouth. Cheeks puffing out like chipmunks with nuts, his cat beard dotted with Mayo.

"Mphhhhmm!" Kotetsu voices, vocal expression suppressed by pickles and lettuce.

Barnaby rolls his mint eyes. "Eat your food, old man." he says, yanking his partner off the barstool.

Tires shriek, Antonio's truck screaming to a stop. The man jumps out the door, falling faceplant on the dead grass. He shoots up on his feet, galloping into the Rock Bison trailer. The car keys still hanging in the car ignition.

"How many robbers?" Katrina asks, body glowing in that sharp blue.

Cold, icey powers turning her hair in that same tone of blue, doing wondrous works for her hero disguise.

"Ten," replies Agnes, hand on hip, "All armed and with a record."

Antonio shoves his bull helmet on, backwards. He grunts, frustrated.

"Are any of them N.E.X.T.?" Dragon Kid electrifies her bo-staff, already geared in neon greens and yellows.

"From what the papers say, no." Agnes tucks her long hair behind her ear. " Fire Emblem?"

"Right here, Sugar!" The pyro hero zips through the intersection, gliding down the street in a red, hot car. Glazing in speed and style. "Ready to kick some booty! Right, Oragami?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes!" stutters Oragami Cyclone. Glued to his seat, holding on the cushin for dear life. His body trembles and vibrates visible through through the water-grey armour.

"Rock Bison, where are you-"

"We're on Hero T.V. Live!" Mario cuts in, overly cheery and animated, "A bank on the West Side is currently being robbed! So far, there is no hero in si- Oh! Wait a minute! I see Rock Bison! The Bull Tank Of The West is first on the scene! Will our hero be able to make an arrest today?! Or will this hero go home with another zero?!"

"Hmmm," Agnes hums, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "Bison first on the scene? That's new."

VHRRRROOM! The drills spur in a roar, charging at the barricaded door. The drill piercing the glass, snapping the it into sharp crystals. Rock Bison plummets through the front doors of the bank. Dust and debris smoking the air.

WHRRRRRRRRRRR! The police sirens wail, slicing hearing ears.

"Alright!" Rock Bison bellows, proud and buff, "Stick them up-"

He chokes, eyes going rounder than a pool ball behind the helmet.

He was too late.