Hello, people who read stuff I publish, It is I, GOH426, and I come with a new oneshot(/potential story, depending on its popularity)!
As you all may have noticed, it's indeed a crossover between The Seven Deadly Sins (or Nanatsu no Taizai) and Boku no Hero Academia (or My Hero Academia).
Now, I've a feeling some of you are puzzled beyond belief as to how a crossover between these two stories could be made, and understandably so, considering how RIDICULOUSLY OP the characters in Taizai are in comparison to HeroAca.
#PraisetheSun
Plus, there's the whole debacle of Magic or Quirk, and some other stuff too.But, that's where this oneshot comes in, as an attempt to see if it could be possible, using the idea that came to my mind.
Also, before I begin, just one fun fact about HeroAca: Did you know that Jirou's Quirk was technically the first one Horikoshi came up with?
I sure didn't. I'd honestly guessed that it would have been maybe Aizawa's, but I guess not.
A long ago, in a time far before that of Quirks, there stood legends with monstrous power and magical prowess, with one specific group of seven standing tall not only as Holy Knights, powerful knights capable of wielding immense magic, but also as heroes of the Kingdom of Liones.
From threats such as the Fraudrin and the 10 Commandments, all Demons who served monstrously powerful the Demon King, to even having to eventually battle against the former captain of the Sins, Meliodas of the Demon Clan, in order to get him back on their side and restore his emotions, they all fought bravely and with heroic spirit to protect the Kingdom and those they loved.
The Fox's Sin of Greed, Ban.
The Goat's Sin of Lust, Gowther.
The Serpent's Sin of Envy, Diane.
The Grizzly's Sin of Sloth, King.
The Boar's Sin of Gluttony, Merlin.
The Lion's Sin of Pride, Escanor.
And the Dragon's Sin of Wrath, Meliodas.
Together, they fought tooth and nail to eventually reach their goal, with the ancient curse placed on Meliodas and Elizabeth finally being lifted.
With the final battle having concluded, the Sins were finally able to live their lives in peace.
...Well, as peacefully as a rowdy bunch like them could, anyways.
Regardless, they were finally free of the wars and bloodshed, and lived happily as history went on.
With time, magic slowly became less common until it eventually became regarded as pure fiction.
But in its stead, another power rose: Quirks.
Beginning in China and rapidly spreading all around the world, the manifestation of special powers known as Quirks became a normality in the world, with 80% of the global population possessing a "unique physical constitution".
In a world of supermen, those without Quirks were seen as crippled.
Those who used their Quirks for the sake of protecting others served as Heroes.
Those who used them for selfish gains and criminal activity were known as Villains.
And those who had Quirks but lived normally were simply civilians. Be it due to lack of desire to become heroes, or having a weaker Quirk, many simply chose to live out a normal life.
But what about those who had powerful Quirks, ones which had the potential to rise to the top, but chose to live in peaceful silence..?
...Well..it isn't as if that silence can last forever.
"All men are created equal."
He'd learned at a very young age that such words were, in his words, bull.
His four-year old self wasn't about to risk another punishment for cursing, so he'd held back, though the sentiment remained.
If someone were to ask his four-year old self what the happiest moments of his life were, he'd have said every day up until his fourth birthday.
In the years prior, he'd lived a rather normal life. Not too many friends, but by no means an outcast. He simply spoke only when he needed to.
Concern for him was admittedly present at first, though as time passed, they faded away more and more until they completely disappeared.
All things considered, he was someone who nobody would bat an eye at, someone who's face was easily forgettable in a crowd, someone who's name would be forgotten if a person didn't talk to them recently.
And he, oddly enough, was rather satisfied with that lifestyle.
Then came his fourth birthday.
They say Quirks, at the latest, manifest themselves in children at age four. If not, then they either manifest earlier, or the child is simply Quirkless, which was, oddly enough, a bit of a rarity in modern society.
And, while not said as often due to not necessarily being factual, it's also often said that one of the happiest moments in a child's life is when they get their Quirk. It's a moment where one could say they finally get definitive evidence that they're special, rather than just believing in the words their parents tell them to encourage them and make them feel better.
But for him, the manifestation of his Quirk was a day he'd regard with infamy.
Some kids got wings, some got the ability to control ice, some could absorb electricity, and the list goes on, with plenty of variety.
But him? He got a presence in his head telling him to give up his body and go die.
Safe to say, his fourth birthday wasn't very enjoyable, and neither were the therapy sessions afterwards.
But, it did also teach him a few valuable lessons.
He learned that not every Quirk is great.
Not all powerful Quirks are fun to have.
Not every Quirk deserves celebration.
But most importantly, with all those in mind:
All men are not created equal.
"So," His homeroom teacher began, "as 3rd year students, it's time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you want to do with your lives. I could pass out some career aptitude tests, but" The teacher quickly swiped up the pile of tests with one hand, "why bother?"
As if they were building up to something, some of the students in the far front of the room activated their Quirks, one silver eye twitching as he watched from the seat in the far back aligned with the center of the room.
The teacher happily tossed the tests into the air with a smile and a laugh.
"I know you all want to go the Hero track!!"
At that point, damn near all of his class had been using their Quirks while cheering in agreement. From giant rock hands to large, razor sharp teeth, many seemed to have Quirks that would serve them well on the path to becoming Heroes.
Some of the other ones though..
'How is pulling your eyes out of their sockets a useful Quirk?' A boy deadpanned as he saw one student do just that, silver eyes watching him for a bit longer before disappearing behind the black bangs of his messy hair as he lowered his head with a sigh.
"Yes, yes, you all have some very impressive Quirks. But no power use is allowed in school! Get ahold of yourselves!"
"Hey, teach."
'Ah, dammit, not this asshole.'
"Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers. I'm the real deal, but these guys'll be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister!" A voice that seemed to ooze an aura of, what the boy frequently described as, "Smug Jackass" spoke out, the owner of the voice, a teen with spiky, ashy blonde hair and red eyes, sitting with his feet propped up on the desk, arms behind his chair with a cocky smile.
Bakugou Katsuki.
The name alone just irritated him at that point, for good reason.
Calling the guy annoying was far too kind an understatement. Bakugou was a flat out asshole, through and through.
It didn't take him long to figure that much out, even though he'd only known the guy since the beginning of middle school.
And when he'd told people that he was Quirkless, oh-ho, did Bakugou screw with him. Keeping his power a secret at the cost of relentless bullying at the hands of Bakugou and forgettable goons? It had been, without a shadow of a doubt, a very frustrating 3 years.
On the bright side, he did end up making a new friend, by the name of--
"Now that you mention it, didn't Midoriya want to go to UA as well?"
'Ah, balls.' He mentally cursed.
Silence flooded the room as attention became instantly focused on the green haired boy sitting in front of him, who'd been desperately trying to hide his presence as he covered his head with an arm, his head lowered down to the wooden table's surface.
The silver eyed boy barely managed to get his voice out before the entire class had been filled with laughter mere moments later. He couldn't help but sorry for his friend as he saw him scramble nervously.
"Haaaahh!? Midoriya!? There's no way!!"
"If the only thing you can do is study, then Heroics is a pipe dream!"
'Annoying.'
A shiver went up his spine as he felt his Quirk activate for a split second, forcing his attention away from Izuku and to the wooden surface of his table as he gently, but quickly set his face down on folded arms.
The boy could feel his heart pumping a few ticks faster, along with a sudden cold just above his left eye, as he did his best to breathe slowly through gritted teeth.
'In 6 seconds...out 8 seconds...repeat..repeat...repe--'
A boom interrupted his breathing, heat emanating from in front of him as Bakugou stood with a smoking palm, Izuku notably absent from his seat.
Silver eyes widened slightly as he noted Bakugou walking towards something behind him with smoking palms.
But what could he be walking to--
'Izuku!' It took less than a second for him to put it together before quickly getting up and in front of his friend, red eyes widening slightly at the action.
"Ah?" Bakugou began, a mocking grin slowly growing on his face, "Don't tell me--are you going to UA too, Assface? Looks like both you losers are out of your fucking minds putting yourselves on my level."
"UA?" He asked, ignoring the urge to laugh at Bakugou's nickname for him. He was normally pretty creative when it came to hurtful nicknames, but when it was his turn, the explosive Quirk user seemed to draw a blank on what to call him.
And so, he was stuck with the moniker of Assface.
"N-no, not me. I'm aiming on becoming a Historian. A Quirkless guy like me can't do anything in the Hero profession, after all."
He faked a laugh, though he felt like wincing as he could practically sense Izuku's self esteem take a hit from the comment, though he managed to force himself not to.
'Sorry, man...'
The bell couldn't have rung soon enough.
Ever since the..incident, the air in the classroom had been tense, at least between the silver eyed boy and Izuku. He was plenty aware as to why, and took action the moment the bell had rung by leaning forward and lightly tapping Izuku's back with a finger.
"Izuku..?" He asked, a bit nervous.
"Huh?" The green haired boy, though it bordered on black, turned around with a smile on his face and a phone in his hand. Upon seeing his friend's face, Izuku's smile weakened just slightly, "Oh..hey, Ikari-kun.."
'Ikari, eh? Seems he isn't the happiest with you right now~.' It's mocking tone left him gritting his teeth, though hidden behind closed lips.
'Shut up..' He snapped back mentally before relaxing his jaw.
"Izuku..I've already told you, just call me Gin, or at least Gintome...we're friends after all.." A lack of a response from Izuku left Gin feeling a little more nervous, the emotion showing in his eyes, "...right..?"
It only took a few moments before Izuku finally nodded, his smile growing a bit, though it remained a little wavy.
"Y-yeah..! I'm sor--!" Izuku was interrupted as Gin flicked his forehead, leaving the green haired boy gently rubbing his forehead with, oddly enough, what seemed to be tears slightly threatening to spill, "What was that for!?"
"For almost apologizing for something that you didn't have to." Gin explained before signing lightly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, "Besides..I'm the one who really should be apologizing. What I said back during class...I.."
"I-it's ok..!" Izuku exclaimed, hands waving rapidly in front of him as if to physically wave off any of the guilt Gin was feeling, "I know you were just saying that to try to calm Kacchan down.."
'More like feed him what he wanted to hear, but hey, whatever..' He corrected with an internal sigh.
"Good. I just wanted to make sure you didn't get any funny ideas because of what I said, because I, for one, believe what I said was bullshit." Izuku tilted his head slightly in confusion before Gin continued, "I don't think Quirkless guys can't be heroes."
"..Eh? But you said--"
"I said a Quirkless guy like me could never do anything in the Hero profession. You're a different case, Izuku." Gin noticed Bakugou walking towards them out of the corner of his eye, a small smirk growing on his face before he grabbed Izuku by the collar along with his journal in his other hand and dashed out of the classroom, laughing like a madman as he heard Bakugou's yells far behind him, still inside the classroom.
"ASSFACE!!! GET BACK HERE!!!" Somehow they could still here his voice even as they raced down the stairs and out the school. By the time they'd gotten to the stairs, Izuku had already been running on his own, his collar free of any pulling force.
'God, he's got a voice. How is his throat not sore at the end of the day from all the yelling?'
"Gin-kun?!" He heard Izuku whine as they walked a good distance from the school before stopping to catch our breaths, Izuku resting his hands in his knees while they both panted heavily. A smile tugged on one side of Gin's cheek as he did, a toothy grin appearing.
"Bit of a delayed response there, Izuku!" He couldn't help but joke, and the sad excuse of a glare Izuku gave him made the silver eyed boy snort a laugh. In a few moments, his laughter had ceased, though his smile remained ever present, "Sorry about that. But knowing him, he would've done something to bother you as soon as class was over, and, as your bestest pal, I couldn't possibly let that happen!"
"How come you can never just say we're best friends?"
"But where's the fun in that? We need to think of something more..unique! Something that pops more..like.."
"Gin-ku--"
"Wonder Pals!"
"I'm not sure that--"
"Brothers from different mothers!"
"Gin-ku--"
"Home skillet! Home slice! Homies! Home boy! Ho--"
"Why are you just listing off American slang terms for friends?"
"C'mon, they sound cool, don't they?" Gin asked with a level of enthusiasm that left Izuku sweatdropping. He could see Izuku wanted to reject some of them, judging by his facial expressions, though he knew his best friend didn't have it in him to even be that confrontational.
Not that he really considered it to be a confrontation, but he knew his best friend would to some extent, hence why he'd never do it.
The boys had been friends since about a few days after Gin arrived at Izuku's middle school, and, like the green haired boy, was bullied for his lack of a Quirk.
Or so they'd thought.
Long story short, Izuku eventually caught a glimpse of Gin's Quirk, a black mark forming above his left eye for a split second before it vanished and the silver eyed boy was left panting heavily with his knees on the ground.
Being the heroic dork he was, before he knew it, Izuku was already walking toward him, about to ask him if he was okay.
It only took Izuku a few moments later before he finally processed what he was doing before almost taking a step back to leave, though a pained shout asking him to wait stopped him in his tracks.
After that, the two talked for a bit, then a bit grew to become occassionally, which then became very often, forming new the bond of friendship they still carry years later.
"Aw, c'mon~. You know you like at least some of them." Gin teased as they entered a tunnel, playfully nudging Izuku's shoulder with his elbow, a toothy grin on his face.
Izuku said nothing, but the small laugh that briefly escaped his wavy smile said enough.
"So, what are you gonna do now?" Gin asked, a slight look of surprise appearing on Izuku's features.
"Eh?"
"You're gonna apply to UA, right? I'm guessing you've got some sort of plan, knowing you." Gin noted as he slid his hands into his pockets.
"O-oh..well.." Gin raised a brow at his friend's tone, worry flickering within him as he noted the uncertainty in Izuku's voice, "I was going to come up with a plan later today, actually.."
Gin's brows rose and his eyes widened, "Huh? Wait...then what was your mindset up until now?" Gin noticed Izuku's eyes gain a familiar hopeful light in them that he recognized, leaving him both feeling happy and a little sad.
"..To be a cool hero..like All Might."
'There it is..' His best friend's words left Gin with a somber smile gracing his features. 'That never-give-up attitude's always been something I admired about you..sucks that not everyone else saw it that way, though...' A small grimace almost appeared on his face, but Gin stopped himself from exhibiting the expression just in time so that Izuku wouldn't have noticed.
'Need to brighten up my mood...' A smile crossed Gin's face, 'and I know just what to talk about..'
"Maaan, everyone looks up to All Might. I think it's weird that nobody has an idol that isn't him." A light laugh escaped Izuku's lips upon hearing Gin's words.
"You're just saying that because you don't idolize him. Not to mention, the person you do idolize isn't even real."
"Hey, Vegeta's plenty real to me!" Gin snapped back, Izuku simply laughing a bit more at his friend's reaction, which he'd already seen so many times when the topic of his idol had been brought up, "The guy rose to Goku's level, mostly by himself, while Goku had multiple masters teach him and help him get stronger! As far as I'm concerned, he may not exactly be the most heroic of heroes, but the Prince of all Saiyans forever remains Number One in here!!" He declared while jabbing a thumb just above his heart.
"Then why don't you want to wear his outfit?"
Gin flinched at Izuku's playfully innocent tone, a rare sight that only Gin had ever seen, a privilege of being Izuku's best friend. Silence followed the question for a few moments before Gin began to mutter.
"...be...k...ler..."
"Hm~?"
'This little--!'
"Because I think Goku's is cooler, alright?!!" Gin snapped back, Izuku laughing a little more at his outburst. While Gin hated to admit it, he definitely preferred the lax martial arts gi to the tights and armor.
And the fact that Izuku knew when and how to point that fact out just enough to irritate him was both frustrating and pleasing, the latter being in the knowledge that Izuku was capable of not being his usually timid self.
Gin let out a sigh as they approached the exit to the tunnel, light shining on the other side, with a small uphill area of grass to the side and a clear path directly in front of them.
'Looks like we finally made it o--'
'Watch your back.'
A chill raced up Gin's spine at the sudden warning, his best friend's sudden stiffness leaving Izuku with a confused expression on his face as he stood in front of him, brows furrowing as he watched his friend look around nervously.
"Gin-kun...?" Concern escaped from Izuku's lips as he saw the worried expression on his friend's face. His green eyes widened as he saw something forming behind Gin, the silver eyed boy not noticing for a moment.
'Behind you!'
"GIN-KUN!!" Before Gin could turn around, he felt his body get suddenly shoved to the side, wincing slightly as he hit the ground, though the pain seemed to disappear as soon as he looked back where he had been standing, silver eyes widening in horror.
A Villain.
A Villain seemingly made of mud, to be more specific.
It was on Izuku. No, it was all over Izuku, invading his body as sludge entered the teary eyed boy's mouth, Izuku desperately trying to scratch the sludge away with his hands.
'IZUKU!!!' He mentally exclaimed. He knew what he had to do. It wasn't easy, not by any means, but he didn't have any other option.
With gritted teeth, he begrudgingly accepted what he had to do, letting the power he hated course through his veins just enough so that he eventually started to feel a cold feeling creep onto the area above his left eye.
"Have no fear, boy!!"
A confident, booming voice emitted from behind them, the sound of metal being hit coming before the confident declaration. Both Gin and the villain looked behind them and saw who it was that had spoken. As he planted foot down with a grocery bag in hand, upon seeing his blond hair resembling those of a rabbit's ears, there was no mistaking it.
It was him.
The man.
The legend.
The Number One Pro Hero.
"For I'm here!"
'All Might?!' Gin couldn't help but mentally exclaim as the villain, in a panic, attempted to hit All Might with a whip-like attack, the Pro Hero dodging it easily by going under it, the attack slamming into a wall and leaving a small cloud of dust near the spot it'd hit. With a strong and quick push of his legs, All Might dashed, and almost flew, forward, panic increasing in the villain's eyes before he tried hitting All Might again, to no avail.
"TEXAS.." All Might drew his right fist back in preparation for a punch, "SMASH!!" His fist shot forward, intense winds immediately rushing forward with enough force to not only leave Gin flying forward, but also the villain off of Izuku's body, the villain exploding into several puddles and leaving Izuku gently falling down, having passed out.
"All..Mi..." was all Gin could weakly force out of his mouth as he lay on the grass, trying to force himself up, though he could feel the effects of maintaining his Quirk leaving more and more dizzy, his conciousness slipping with every passing second, until he finally felt his strength leave him as he passed out.
'Well, well, nice save there, Mr. Hero~.'
'Screw you.' Gin snapped back at it with a venomous tone, glaring at its figure as they both stood atop the surface of a pool of black liquid, the area around them being extremely dark as well.
'Oh? Quite the venom in that tongue of yours. Are you positive you aren't a snake?' Gin gritted his teeth and felt his hands clench into tight fists, shaking at his sides as he angrily glared at the dark red figure standing calmly, arms crossed.
Though, whether it was intuition, or something to do with his Quirk, he wasn't sure, but Gin was certain, despite the lack of any detail on its body, that it was smirking.
'Lucky for me, I didn't have to use it. All Might got there just in time..' He heard it scoff.
'You're a fan of his now? Like that friend of yours?' It questioned in a tone almost sounded disappointed. Gin, however, felt a smile grow on his face, his hands relaxing.
It was his turn now.
'Sorry the rest of the world can't be like you and not be into the guy who's quite literally referred to as the "Symbol of Peace". Real shocker why they like him.' Gin said, ending with a tone that oozed with sarcasm.
'Hmph. As if a member of our clan could ever like a "Symbol of Peace".'
Gin let out a sigh, as he felt an unfortunately familiar headache beginning to return.
'Not this again..' He began, lightly massaging the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes before eventually relaxing and opening them, 'How long are you going to keep being vague about what you are?'
'Ah, ah~' It began as it uncrossed its arms, placing one hand as its waist while the other was raised, lightly waving a finger side to side, as if to correcting a child on a mistake they'd made, 'What we are..'
'I'm not like you. We aren't the same.'
'If that were the case, then why are we here?' It gestured to the world of darkness surrounding them, Gin's glare returning as it chuckled, 'Ahh...well, as fun as it may be chatting with you from time to time, I have a feeling you'll be waking up soon. I trust you haven't forgotten our deal..?'
'Of course not..' Gin replied quickly, 'I find out what happened at the end of the war you told me about, and you finally leave me the hell alone.'
'Glad to hear it...now, go ahead and wake up..wake up..wake u--
"Ah!"
Gin's eyes shot open, though he winced as sunlight hit his face head on. With a slight groan, he managed to push his back up off the ground, left sitting on, what he figured, was a road. Or maybe a sidewalk? Either way, the surface was hard, as he felt it when he let one hand touch it while the other was busy massaging his forehead.
A dull pain rang within his mind as he felt his senses return to him, the hand that was massaging his forehead leaving it as he brought it a distance away from his face. Silver eyes continued to gaze at his hand for a few more moments before he let out a sigh and let it drop to the floor.
"What happened..?" The words escaped his mouth without him even thinking, a particular sight catching his eye, "Huh?...are those..footprints?"
Not too far away from him, he could see foot imprints within the cracked surface of the ground, a name almost immediately coming to his mind.
"Geez..who was here? All Might..?" A soft groan escaped his lips following the question, as he forced himself up with a wince, silver eyes narrowing as he searched his memory for what had happened prior to his losing conciousness
'How long did I even last this time? A minute..?' He scowled a bit at the thought, remembering the cold feeling he'd always get when he tried to use his Quirk. Not necessarily the actual kind of cold, but more the feeling. Calling it a bloodlustful chill would likely have been more accurate.
Semantics aside, it didn't change the fact that he'd hated it. And the memories that it brought every time he used it.
What we are
Its words rang in his mind, fueling the flame in his heart that was his frustration even more. Feelings of denial continued to swell within him until he eventually deflated with a tired exhale.
'Forget it..just trying to get under your skin...' He thought with closed eyes before standing up, patting his butt a few times to get rid of any dirt that'd gotten on. His eyes then opened, focusing on his feet for a few seconds before drifting up to the feet-shaped imprints on the cracked pavement.
All Might's name was the first that came to mind once again, not knowing any other hero with that level of strength off the top of his head, the number one Pro Hero's name swirling around in his memory for a bit before another popped up.
'Wait, where's Izuku?!' Alarm shot through him as he suddenly fully woke up, his head darting around to see if he could find his best friend.
'He left with All Might while you were still unconscious.'
The information was unexpected, and left Gin silent before a bit before an angry expression reached his features.
'Wha--why didn't you tell me?!'
'Your miasma feeds me. I'm certain you're already aware of this.' A tick grew on Gin's forehead at the voice's nonchalant tone.
'Yeah, but I'm also aware of the fact that you don't NEED to consume my negative emotions! Why not just do it on other people like you usually do?!'
'Why do some people eat lobster instead of McDonalds?'
'I'M NOT YOUR FOOD, DAMMIT!'
'Of course not. Besides, if I ate all of your negative emotions, then that would be bad for me anyways, as odd as that may sound to you.'
And it did.
'..Huh? Why?'
'...that will be a detail for another time.'
A look of surprise replaced Gin's scowl at the sound of its voice. After that, it had gone silent, and Gin did his best to try to search his memory for the last time it sounded so serious.
Nonchalant? Oh god, all the time.
Bloodlustful? That happened on occasion too, but it was never the angry kind of bloodlust. If anything, maybe more like a Saiyan or a Yato's lust for battle, but with the added bonus of murder.
Serious, however, was a new one, and Gin had a feeling it would stay in his memory for the long run, especially what he said in particular.
'Why another time..?' The question stuck in his mind for a few moments before he pushed it to the back with a sigh, walking away from the spot where he'd woken up.
-The End
Phew! Finally put this thing out! It's an idea that's been on my mind for a while, and I couldn't help but write it out in order to see what other people thought of it.
Like I said before, if it gets a enough attention, and if enough people show a desire for it to continue, then I'll make it a full blown story, and it'll basically continue from here, if that's the case.
And even if there isn't a desire for it to continue, I hope you all enjoyed the brief read!
Peace out!!