I just couldnt wait to post this! I've been writing and writing and I just wanted to post this as a sort of extra prologue of some sort.

As of now, I have yet to accept any characters. I'm just letting them pile in, and im seeing a few that I'm kinda in love with, but well have to wait and see

Also, im happy to see that you all are liking tge reboot of mine. I'm planning on staying awhile so I'll love to always hear feedback

My Hero Academia: Separate Steps

Prologue PT 2

Location: Los Angeles, California

Time: 8:30AM

From his apartment, the walk was not long in the slightest, measuring to at least a mere ten to thirteen minutes depending on how fast he decided to walk and what was on his mind at the time.

But he felt they did this on purpose.

Having been placed in his apartment when he was twelve, Laura and Jinx, the two that ran the orphanage, had made sure he was close enough and was in walking distance from the building. Even if he did live further, his promise to see the orphans everyday would never be broken even if he had to cross the sea to see them.

With each morning before heading off to school, he would visit the orphanage that was just on the border of Downtown Los Angeles.

While it was an orphanage it was still funded pretty well and this showed by the four stories to it and the fact they commonly had trips for the children that stayed there.

"See! I told you!"

"Mist is really gonna be the best!"

In the enclosed room, cheers could be heard that even ignored the door that had been closed to allow the noise that would ensue to be trapped inside. Although this did not work out as planned by those that ran thethe building, they were still delighted to see that he could bring smiles to their faces.

Shown that it was tended to by some that cared for them, the forth floor had a plethora of rooms, halls as long as a yacht with doors lining the walls. The carpet was a burgundy color while the walls were a creamy, the colors blending perfectly with one another.

Outside of one of the door near the stairs that would lead downstairs was two women, both about the age of thirty with rather similar appearances.

The one standing on the left was Laura, standing at a mere 5'10 in total, her skin clear, a fair color that blended well with her dirty blonde hair that cascaded down her back and against her lavender dress. Rounded, her eyes were kinder than her sister's, her iris holding a deep and crystal clear ice blue color to them.

The other was Jinx, just an inch taller than her sister, and while she looked no different from her sister, she still had almond shaped eyes, eyelashes defined at the other end. Her lips were quite small, lightly gloss with pink lipstick and turned downward into a frown. The only other thing that was different from her sister was her dirty blonde hair cut short...almost down to her scalp, but the fact it seemed her hair was manually plucked up in random spikes showed.

Their expressions also conflicted one anothers as Jinx stood with her arms crossed over her flat chest, standing firm on the carpet. On the other hand, Laura smiled rather elegantly, it not overly exaggerated, but more with a refined sensation that one could notice at first glance.

"They always light up when he arrives, yes?" Laura's voice was calming, gentle to the ears as it did not raise any alarm and could turn any feral beast to a cuddle toy.

"It should not come as a surprise." Next was Jinx to speak in her commanding tone, holding an aura of an authoritative figure that dismissed any disobedience and overall nonsense. "They pretty much grew up with Mist and Lavender, so I can understand how excited they get when they come back."

"Even with their newfound differences, the two can ignore them to entertain the kids." This was relatively easy for Laura to point out due to how both Mist and Lavender left the Orphanage. "Both of their goals are quite the same..."

"But his are clearly different from her..." Jinx finished for her sister as the two of them continued to look to the door to the room. "That much we can agree with."

"Can we consider them rivals?" Laura's eyes cut over to the right and at the sister, blinking a few times.

"...For now...yes." Before she answered, Jinx had hesitated to answer her sister, but found it in her to speak. "We will have to just hope for the best...and pray she can knock some sense into him."

...

"Man, that's so cool."

Sitting in one of the desk of a supposed class, a child, possibly the age if seven, sat among his friends that was scattered around in their seats, all starry eyed.

He was a fair skinned child, about the height of 3'7, but this was unidentified due to the fact that his seat was more suited for teenagers, so his feet hung over the edge. With a purple band-aid crossing diagonally along his right cheek, his features were altered due to his toothy smile, his deep brown eyes locked on the two that stood at the front.

"Hey, Mist, Lavender, can you show us what your Quirks make when the two of you fuse?" Instead of the previous boy at the front speaking, another orphan decided to, talking with pure joy in his voice that was matched by the persuading cheers of his other friends.

In total, the class held twenty desk that were aligned neatly, so one could just imagine how loud the cheers had gotten.

She stood beside him at the front of the class with her left-hand gingerly gripping the forearm of her right arm. Though the arm gripping spoke for another side of her that she was trying to hide from the children, there was a clear smile on her pale face, it gracing her features as if it was natural.

This girl was surprisingly taller than the 5'3 boy beside her, standing at an impressive height of 5'10 all on her own, having a slender build with an average bust and longer legs.

The girl was known as Lavender O'Priskey, her hair a glossy cyan blue color, her locks long and reaching pass her shoulders and letting it velvety, wavy locks cascade down her back.

"It would be our pleasure to show you." Rather kindly, her silver eyes travelling along the faces of the class, the smile never escaped her face as she looked everyone over. The smile that adorned her delicate features was almost as the one Mist wore along his lips, but this seemed to be a pale imitation. "But I think M-Mist here should explain to you all how it works." If the kids were old enough, they'd be able to pick up on the vibe between both herself and Mist, but this was not the case.

Her eyes were closed when she said his name, having an evident stutter that the children did not pick up on due to their own excitement.

In his space beside the girl that wore the ankle length, rainbow floral pattern sundress stood Mist, decked in his casual attire from head to toe. With his right hand placed on his hip, letting his other arm dangle down at his side, this posture fitting well with the grin on his face, though this was not a one of confidence.

"Yes, right." His lips parted as he spoke, using his free had to motion for them to calm down, waiting for when the noise died out. This only took a second or three before Mist could properly speak without having to raise his voice. "I think Leo here," His given name being Leon, he nodded to the boy in the front row with the purple band-aid across his cheek. "Is the only person here that knows that I can use the bond between myself and someone else to instantly fuse with someone."

As he spoke, only Lavender's eyes have cut to the left to look at the boy as he spoke.

"But...today, I want to tell you the other way I can fuse with someone." Mist was capable of steering things in his own way as he was once able to use the bond to fuse in a second with Lavender.

Inhaling through her mouth and exhaling with the same, the exasperation could be heard within Lavender as she stepped, having lifted her feet to turn to face Mist with her full body. "Let's get this over with." She mumbled just low enough for the boy could her, her voice changing to one that was entirely dejected.

He was not blind to the feeling and the severed bond between both himself and Lavender, so her words made him not want to waste her time and face the girl fully.

This left just a quarter of a foot between them, and while Mist could look directly at her, her eyes were drawn to the side and at the wall.

"There are four ways I can fuse with someone, and with each step and the more physical contact, the fusion will be much stronger." Mist spoke as both him and Lavender moved in unison, raising their hands with their palms gently pressing against one another's. It did surprise him that he felt the girl shiver from his touch, it almost considered one in disgust of being physically linked with him. "The first is just a simple touch of the hands as this shows that she AGREES with our fusion." His eyes were still on her.

But Lavender found the wall more interesting.

"While I won't show you them, if I want the fusion to be far stronger, the next will be a hug, after that being a kiss."

"Eeeewwww..." Came the disgust of the children in the classroom, pushing themselves back and the chair of the desk.

"Aw, grow up." Mist chuckled lightly despite the look of irritation on the face of Lavender. He was actually gladder that she did show this sort of expression to the kids. "Alright..." Activating his Quirk, both their bodies had donned a pure white shroud, rainbow sparkles hiding them entirely.

"Ah!" Excitedly, the children began to cheer, leaning forward in anticipation for what would happen next.

With the shroud engulfing their forms, the fact that the aura began to converge to transform into that of one body was amazing all on its own.

It did not take more than another second before two began one within the shroud of white, and when the time came, the aura of white and sparkling rainbow colors began to subside slowly.

And what the children saw caused a gasp to escape their lips as what they saw was not two people, but one...and female.

Having merged into one, their appearance had done flips as the two came out as a female that stood at Lavender's height of 5'10 and had her sender frame with he long legs. Their skin had changed to that of a medium brown color with no blemishes whatsoever beside a dotted beauty mark at the upper corner of the left side of his mouth. Due to their eyes differing where Mist's were large and rounded and Lavender's were almond shaped and narrow, it was a wider sort of the lesser and a pale silver. Their features were delicate with a heart shaped face, lips small that were lightly glossed clear. Their hair had become a light brown shade with cyan blue highlights, the texture of it completely straight and taking the appearance of Lavender's with the bangs pushed to the sides. One thing that showed that Mist was mixed in was a tightly twisted dreadlock at the top of their head that arched down in front of their face. One thing that did not make an appearance was Mist's nuclear fusion symbol at their forehead.

"Wow..." The children were utterly speechless at the sight, the only one that sat with just a confident smile being Leon as he had seen their form before.

Standing there dressed in a ankle length, sleeveless sundress that was decorated with solid orange flower, the fusion of Mist and Lavender had their hand on their hip, a grin plastered on their face. "Guess since I had no choice in taking this form once more, " There was the mixture of a gentle voice that belonged to the female Lavender and the slightly lower pitched, gentler voice of Mist, but Lavender's voice was more predominant. "You can call me Lavien." They introduced themselves.

"Lavien..." The children repeated as the stared in awe.

"In this form, and in any fusion, my fusion Quirk force evolves someone's Quirk, and I don't know why." The two spoke, raising their hand over their head with the palm facing the ceiling and the fingers spreaded apart. "Lavender's Quirk is Lightning Pole, so with us fusing..." Channeling their Quirk, small sparks around their hand could be seen, but while Lavender's Quirk had a blue-white color, it was now pitch black with a white outline. The lightning danced around around their hands, playing wildly. "...guess it should be called Onyx Rod."

As the ligntning faded, the fusion of Lavender and Mist lowered their hand and put it on their hips. "Any question?"

"I have one!" A young girl that sat behind Leon raised her hand, receiving a nod from the fused two. Dropping her hand back down, the little girl spoke. "If Misty is a boy, why did you become a girl."

"Oh, that's easy." The fusion said confident as their eyes shut. "The one with the more strength when fused tips the scale in their direction of becoming a boy or girl." They answered. "Anymore?"

"Yeah, I got one." Sliding to turn in his seat, hopping down to his feet, Leon faced them as he walked at the fusion. "You never told me what was the forth way to fuse."

"Oh, yes." Carelessly, the fusion nodded with a smile on their face, their love for the children keeping them from speaking rationally. "The most powerful fusion is when myself, Mist, becomes intimate with some I choices as my partner." Despite the two being one, the fact that Lavender did not know this about his Quirk caused their cheeks to redden, instantly deactivating the fusion, this ending in the two poofing apart in a vertical cloud of smoke.

And what was seen was Mist standing to the left with his left hand on his hip, while Lavender had turned her back fully to them with her face red, her hands holding her cheeks.

"Intimate?" Leon blinked, eyes searching over Mist then Lavender. "What does that mean?"

"You mustn't worry about this, young one." Clinking as the door opened, Jinx motioned for the children to exit the class. "Now, come on, we must get you ready for class."

"Aw!" Came the collected sorrow of all the children, each of the hopping out of the chairs to exit through the door.

As each of them exited through the only opening besides the windows, Mist smiled and waved at them, watching as Jinx closed the door after the last left to leave the room with only himself and Lavender.

And this brought along a crippling silence between the two of them knowing Lavender had recuperated after hearing about Mist's Quirk

Mist stood with a short smile on his lips, his eyes shut as he had his head hung to the floor. The reason he was making this awkward moment awkward was because the two of them weren't talking. Being the "bigger" man, he spoke, though he never faced the girl. "So-"

"Just being fused with you almost made our goals cross." Still facing the wall, Lavender's arms were down to her sides, her eyes shut as she could be seen physically shivering in place.

Not bothered much by being interrupted by the girl, Mist went on and walked to the windows at the other side of the room, starting out of it.

"I saw the news this morning." With her eyes shut, the girl did not display what was previously on her face as it mirrored that of a discontent person, aggravated. "That tape was really from before we left the orphanage, yeah?" Using her hands to flatten out her dress, she paused before continued. "It made me want to vomit when you called me your bestfriend." She spat. "Faute." Came her speaking in French without an accent.

But Mist said nothing.

"Tch." And Lavender noticed this, but it did not bother her. "The only reason I smiled was because the children..." She half turned to the left to turn her head to look over at the boy that put a distance between them. "...I love them enough to hide the fact that were aren't friends anymore."

"As long as you did that," Mist responded, beginning this, his lips in a frown. "I care too much for them to do what you do..."

Brows raised, her hair flowing, Lavender stomped her foot down as she turned to face him with just her right fist against her hip. "Then why didn't you tell them?" She inquired, her voice having raised.

This was when another moment of silence awakened between them, but it was only for a second. Having been staring out to the city of Los Angeles, Mist lips parted, not having to think much on the words that he wanted to leave his mouth. "Because we ARE still friends, Levy."

And this caused her eyes to widened, her body feeling warm as this bubbling sensation was felt in her stomach, but this was not all positive. Her brows came down to a knitted point As she glared at him.

"Just because our goals-"

"Our goals changed when you decided you wanted to kill people!" Her stomps were heard as she marched over to Mist, fist tightly clinched at her sides as she passed the desk in her way to approach him.

"Huh?" Mist was shocked as he was forced to turn around by a hand, standing chest to chest with Lavender. The three inches she had over him did not matter in this moment as silver met white in these moments.

Staring deep into his eyes, fury burned in her's. What was going through his mind? What happened to the boy she knew when she was growing up? All he did to her was smile, albeit gently.

"I think you're mistaken, Levy." Him saying this made the girl hum. "I want to kill all the villain so there is no need for Heroes."

"That's not too much of a difference, Mist!" Lavender yelled in his face. "Killing is killing, and you wanting to do that because a Hero killed your family does not make it any better!" In her voice, it had become harder and harder for her to keep the tears and hurt from leaking in. "The fact is that you want to kill! I want you to understand that its wrong, Mistletien." Her voice was becoming as she spoke to the teen, her eyes beginning to flutter to let the tears trail down her cheek.

The only things that changed on the face of the boy was his turning his head away from her, frowning, going silent.

And her eyes searched his face, taking a step back away from the boy, her lips parted as millions of things floated in her head. "I'm not gonna tell...I'm not gonna get anyone involved..." She continued to stare in his direction. "...but if you continue to pursue this route into UNITED AMERICA, I'll take it upon myself to stop you..."

(A/N: United America...U.A., sounds about right)

...

Stuck. Stiff. Motionless.

His young eyes were as wide as they could get, the boy once dubbed as Leon was standing outside of the door with his hand reaching for the knob. The one word he could let go was the one that stood out the most.

"Kill?"

End