Ah...love. The most magical thing the world and yet i can't quite grasp even with all my power.
Depressing thoughts like this appear in my mind as i'm falling to my death from a 50 floored skyscraper.
How did i get here? Well that's a depressing story that starts out like one of those wuxia novel where the protagonist was born blessed by the heavens and all that shit.
My starting IQ was at 500 and no matter what, i still could not figure out how so much intelligence was crammed into infantile head. Now you might think this is like a super awesome startline, but then...BOOM, parents are dead.
I know right? Shocking… Apparently they died of a gas explosion or something, but i did not care since i was shipped to a orphanage and things went downhill from there.
The thing is, i was just a tinsy bit too special. Yeah, that's right. I'm special. Those other idiots who call me freak, abnormal, or monster are all haters and like my girl Taylor Swift, i'm just gonna shake it off.
Yes, my infantile mind was able to comprehend the wonder that was Taylor Swift. Moving on.
I was often isolated during my childhood and unlike most kids, i didn't really have a dream to focus on so day by day, i just keep on getting smarter and wiser as i devour all the books in the local library as well as surfing the internet.
Don't get me wrong, there were attempts of bullying on me, but well… since all i've been learning from the books and the web was how to live successfully, which include how to eat healthy(bleh! Why, just why do you need vegetables!?) as well as having a strong body and know how to use it(six-pack here i come! Schwarzenegger got nothing on me!). Let's just say those attempts were met with violent retribution and no one ever try to bully me again.
Now where was i...ah, yes. My dream. It all started when i was four, just finishing junior high school and proving just how smarter i was from the peons. I was browsing through the science book section of the library and see if i missed anything when i came across a fairy tale book.
Now i have no idea how i have not come across fairy tales in those 4 years of my life, but since i tend to gravitate towards the more sciency section of the library, i guess it could be possible.
Back to the fairy tale book. I had discovered "Beauty and The Beast" and i thought hey, why not, i got nothing to do anyway…. It was a gateway drug. I was hooked on the idea of true love and since then i would scour for more "true love" type of story. The fact that sometime i would imagine that i was the "princess" in those stories was a huge indicator of what my sexual preference was.
I wanted someone, a prince charming, to save me from my loveless hell of a life, but unlike those less capable bitches in those classic fairy tale(i blame patriarchy), i was a man, and should need be, i will be the one to save my prince charming myself, like Fiona from Shrek.
From then on it was a whirlwind of trying to make myself the "perfect" man so that when i find my true love, he will love me even more. Though i might have gone overboard and become one of those legendary high specs broken character.
At age 27, i was 6'4 of pure muscle. I wasn't exactly a pretty boy but i was handsome in a manly way, with a full, but trimmed beard and a menacing stare. I had become super rich through pure investments alone and since only good guys get happy endings, i donate money i did not need for charities all over and even had a Sherlock Holmes type of arrangement with the police where i would solve cases for them. I even do some FBI or CIA cases once in while. The things 500 IQ can do for you, man…
Since i did not know what my true love would be like, since love is unpredictable and all that, i tried and mastered a multitude of skills and knowledge spanning multiple genres so that i would have something in common with my true love. Though me being a total otaku was just being myself and me getting black belts from multiple different martial arts was me being a closet battle maniac….yeah it was a surprise for me too.
However, out of all that i have achieved, the Magnum Opus of my life's accomplishments was...being the ultimate hikiNEET.
That's right. I almost never have to leave home besides for some martial arts meet and i even have an indoor gym to keep fit so all day, i can just basked in the glory that was otaku culture. And gay porn. Can't forget that.
But then i came to a realization…..i can' meet the love of my life cooped up in my penthouse!
I came to another realization that my social skills was almost nonexistent. I could probably fake it with the amount of psychology books in my head and my psychology degree, but i need practice.
And so i brave myself and go socializing….and went to a business gala. Go big or go home i say!
I usually get a bunch of invitations for galas like these due to my successful business, but i had always declined...until now.
This led to me standing in the corner, in a suit that barely fit around my muscles, pretending that the wineglass that i'm not drinking, since alcohol is evil, is reaaaally interesting.
No one was approaching me and i wasn't brave enough to approach others. My scowl and stare was probably not helping. I did say i look menacing didn't i? My hair was wild and swept back like a mane and combining it with my face….now that i think about it if i dyed my hair red and was a couple shades darker….holy shit! I look like freaking Ganondorf!
Not that i'm complaining since he's hot, but….i'm not exactly friendly looking and i'm pretty sure i'm projecting a "piss off, fuckers!" aura(a remnant from my bullying days).
Crap! Well at least if someone does approach me, at least he would have guts. I like that in a guy. Now back to ogling all the hot guys in the room. Oh! That guy has an ass that goes for daysss-
*CRASH!* and suddenly the door burst open and a bunch of masked men with guns come in, ordering everyone to have their hands in the air….
Seriously!? On my first day of socializing, too. What kind of shit luck do i have? Oh whatever. Since i'm a good guy, i decided to take all of them down.
I hid all of my presence and quickly get behind the leader, knock him out, take his gun, and fire at all the others holding guns. I didn't kill them of course, i aimed for their shoulders and arms holding the guns.
This all happened within 3 seconds…
I keep my aim on all the masked guy as i call in the police. Everything was going great, those idiots were getting cuffed by the police. The guests were safe and they seem a bit more friendly and was about to approach me. There were some ladies eyeing me too, but meh.
I was being questioned by a hot cop about what happened by the full view glass windows overlooking the city. I would have tried flirting if i wasn't such a noob so i went at it professionally. It's kind of cute that they are trying to scold me for doing a good job, but i went along with it.
Suddenly, i sense movement on the side and when i turn, i saw one of those masked guy charging at me. It was too late to try and side-step it so i braced for impact.
I didn't know he was gonna tackled me so hard, but then again the guy had a body of a linebacker. I thought for sure that the glass could handle it but noooo, the guy had to tackle me hard enough to go straight through the glass and had me falling to my death.
Honestly i blamed the cheap architecture firm that made the building i was in. I mean come on! You're suppose to use bulletproof glass for venues like this, damn it!
If i survive this, i'm so going to sue the building's owner and that damn architecture-*SPLAT!*
"...And that's how i learned that it's important to know how to fly if i'm ever going to be at such high altitude. And here we are" i said as if it explained everything.
"WAIT WAIT WAIT, YOUNG MAN! YOU SKIPPED A WHOLE SECTION OF YOUR LIFE IN THAT EXPLANATION." said All Might, exasperated by my speech. "AND THAT WASN'T ABOUT WHAT I ASKED AT ALL! I WANTED TO KNOW WHY A YOUNG 5 YEAR OLD SUCH AS YOURSELF BEEN DOING AT A CRIME SYNDICATE HIDEOUT, BEATING THE LIFE OUT OF THOSE GANGSTERS."
"Couldn't you tell from context?" i said, like it's obvious. "I somehow got my hot-ass self to reincarnate in a supposedly fictional world and making the best of it, i try to prevent crime in my downtime."
I paused before smirking triumphantly. "Besides, it's kind of therapeutic curb stomping crime whenever i see it since i did get blindsided by a villain in my past life. Plus, i'm trying to be a good samaritan since only good guys get happy endings. Didn't i say this in my explanation?"
"WELL, YES. BUT WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME ALL THIS? YOU EVEN LURED ME TO THIS ABANDONED WAREHOUSE JUST SO WE COULD TALK. AND I'M PLENTY SURE THAT YOU DID SOMETHING TO THE BUILDING WITH YOUR QUIRK, TOO….WAIT A SECOND, DID YOU JUST SAID WE'RE FICTIONAL!?"
"Not anymore you're not. The fact that i'm here validates the multiverse theory and that a man's fantasy is another man's reality." i said, momentarily geeking out at the possibilities. "Anywho, i'm telling you this because you're trustworthy, being the symbol of peace and all that. You know how to keep your trap shut and i need your help in changing the plot."
"YOUNG MAN, WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS TRYING TO PLAY GOD. YOU CAN'T JUST CHANGE THINGS JUST BECAUSE-"
"Mr. Yagi." a cold voice wash over the interior of the warehouse, freezing All Might before he could continue.
The menacing aura from the boy in front of him honestly terrifies him. It was as if he was being stared down by a demon king. The only thing that come close that All Might could think of was Gran Torino and All For One.
"Do not assume i'm playing God. i don't have neurons to spare for such foolishness." i said in an eerily even voice. "You should be grateful that i'm even trying to save your ass instead of staying put and watch as everything play out. That's right. Your ass is in deep shit. In approximately 4 years you are gonna get gutted in the most epic of fashion from today to sunday by All For One, effectively cutting your career short and making you realize that you don't have a successor to fall back on."
At this point, All Might was breaking out in cold sweat. If what he is saying is true, then he need to find a successor quick. And that fight with All For One….he had been trying to get a read on where he was after hearing that he was back in Japan.
"Sure, your choice of successor was spot on. I'll give you that much. But the time you picked him did not gave him enough time to ready a vessel worthy of One For All in its entirety. Not to mention your horrid skills at teaching him at handling all that power led him to suffer grievous injuries so much that Gran Torino had to intervene before you let the poor boy wreck himself."
He was that bad!? To the point that THAT person had to come in….SHIT!
"So….feel like listening now?"