Disclaimer: This fanfiction is mine. BNHA isn't. Noragami isn't.

Bakugo swiftly turned around to shoot the monster, who was only a few yards away. It groaned from the bright light, but quickly recovered and was crawling towards him. He blindly felt around to get a hold on the trigger, not wanting to take his eyes off the phantom creeping towards him and hoped the regalia came with bullets of some sort.

It did. So he unleashed all hell on that purple mess.

The phantom screamed, then exploded. Its remains faded away.

"Revert, Shouki."

And then he got the memories.

Screaming. There was lots of screaming and broken, stifled sobs.

A hulking form pushing another one down. One red, one white.

Things got more blurry. He wasn't sure if it was the tears.

The sound of the judge's gavel echoed throughout the courtroom.

He loaned books on psychology, so she could be better.

Those eyes were blank and and her face held an expression of fear and desperation.

For a moment, he almost couldn't breathe. He was a god who had been here for centuries, he had seen worse, but... It just wasn't something one could truly get used to.

And now there was a weird looking boy in front of him, with a thin white t-shirt and shorts that looked like they were made of the same material. The kanji for 'shou' was on the side of his neck, almost as if it was a permanent tattoo. He had one side of his hair red and another white, with mismatching eyes. Eyes that were currently staring at him with a lost look.

"Who are you?"

"..." Well this was awkward. "I am a god." He quickly added, "Of war. And you are now a Regalia. You will serve me."

"What?"

Bakugo couldn't take the awkwardness of the situation anymore. It was starting to sound like a messed up RPG game.

"Are you deaf or something kid? I said I was a god and you are here to serve me!" He snapped.

"My name's not kid. My name is-" He stopped. "My name..."

"It's Shouto."

"No, it isn't... I know it's..." Crap. Regalia can't think about this, or else.

"Well I'm calling you Shouto. Deal with it. Now stop doing whatever you are doing, and come with me, unless you want to stand here all day."

The boy was looking up, almost as if he was contemplating something. Then he looked at the so called 'god', and silently followed him.

10 minutes into the walk, and

"What happened to my memories?"

"..."

"Hey, mister, I didn't catch your name."

"Bakugo. Katsuki Bakugo."

"Mister B-"

"No nicknames."

"O-oh okay."

"Mister Bakugo, you didn't say what happened to my memories."

"...What makes you think I know?"

"You didn't answer the first time, and you said I had to serve you. That means you have to know something about me, unless you're one of those shady men."

Might as well come clean. Lying to someone who was supposed to serve you wouldn't make a good impression. Nor would having them think you are a kidnapper be good.

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"Kid, you're dead."

"That's impossible."

"That's how you can notice a god like me. Normal people wouldn't even give me a second glance, or just think we are random strangers. Normal mortals wouldn't pay attention to us."

Shouto went silent for a few minutes. He stared at his hands. Then, on a whim, curled his fingers to form a fist, and lightly punched the wall of the building next to him. His fingers didn't phase through, and he felt pain from the hit.

"Mister Bakugo, are you sure I'm dead?"

"Kid, I heard that. Stop punching walls. The only thing that's keeping you from being a ghost and phantom chow is the name I gave you." Bakugou grumbled while still walking ahead, not bothering to check if he was alright.

Sensing his doubt, he continued, "You will not age, and even though you can feel human sensations like hunger, you won't die from natural causes."

Shouto had no choice but to believe in his words. Where else would he go?

"Why do you live in a temple."

"Not anymore, kid."

"Didn't you say you called me Shouto?"

"I only call people by their name if I want to. Now help me pack this up, kid."

The two were currently carrying trash bags filled with their stuff.

"You also said I had to serve you. What do you mean by that?"

Bakugo rang a bell so the hotel receptionist could focus on them. She just handed a card to duo and continued talking on the phone.

"Remember that purple blob?" They were currently on their separate beds, with Bakugo channel-surfing and looking at each show with disinterest. A large mirror hung from one of the walls, and the entire room was painted some weird abstract mixture of yellow, red, and blue.

"Not really."

And as if on cue, a giant purple wolf phased through the walls of the hotel room. Poor kid looked like he was going to piss his pants. Bakugo put down the remote, as if purple monsters were a normal thing, and dusted off his jeans.

"Phantoms can only be killed by Regalia."

"I have to kill that thing?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not-"

"COME, SHOUKI!"

And instead of a boy, there was now a machine gun.

"Am I even a human now?" Shouto was in some weird white space, but he could still see what was happening outside.

"No, you are a Regalia and you gotta serve me as your god! Now you better aim right or you're dead, kid."

"How is that even possible."

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" He fired several bullets into its general direction. They all missed.

"AIM PROPERLY!"

"Isn't that your job? How can I-"

"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME BABYSITTER REGALIA TO YOU, KID! FUCKING FOCUS ON IT!" Bakugo screamed, currently doing moves that would rival those of an Olympic gymnast to evade the monster, and pressing the trigger for what felt like the twentieth time. Only two bullets hit the Phantom. The rest of the bullets just ricocheted off metal or made holes in the wall. It blended in with the abstract wall art.

"Umm..."

"THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!" More bullets were hitting the phantom now, and it made a mournful howl before it exploded in a flash of light.

"Revert, Shouki."

"What in the world was that?"

"Phantoms. Spirits that are made up of negative emotion."

"If it got to us, what would happen?"

"You don't want to know, kid."

"Serving you means I have to kill more of them right? So shouldn't I know?"

"Kid, you seriously don't want to know. It's really gross." I'm pretty sure eleven year old kids aren't supposed to know this sort of thing.

"I saw a monster explode. It can't get grosser than that."

Bakugo just grunted in frustration. He noticed a bruise-like mark on his hand and resolved to get that fixed.

"No."

"I'm not going to serve you then."

"You don't even know how to protect yourself from things like them."

"If you told me, maybe I could."

"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you, kid. Get in the bathroom." He began to get up from the couch he was sitting on.

"Wha-"

"Do you want to know or not? I'm not getting any younger here you little shit."

Shouto's expression held a mixture of skepticism and annoyance. Then he followed Bakugo into the bathroom.

Bakugo held up his hand. The bruise colored mark appeared to have spread, and covered the skin from his fingertips to about an inch from his wrists.

"Where did you get that?"

"From that phantom."

"So you get bruised if you fight a phantom?"

"It's not a bruise, it's blight."

"Does it heal?"

"Water takes care of it. But if too much blight gets on you, an uncorrupted spirit, you will turn into a Phantom."

Shouto seemed shocked. He couldn't blame him.

"I thought you said Phantoms were spirits made of negative emotion?"

"Negative emotion. As in corruption."

"How does this exactly turn me into a phantom?" Why was he asking so much questions?

"Idiot. Use your head. If a corrupted spirit touches an UNcorrupted spirit, WHAT do you think happens?" Bakugo finished rinsing off his hand, and with a final examination, he finished inspecting it.

"You don't have to be a jerk about it mister."

"You don't have to be a dumbass about it, kid."

A/N:

Hope you guys don't have/ did well on your finals. Since it's almost Christmas break I might update more.

I might update a little bit more since I have a two-week break.

I hope Bakugo isn't too OOC. I'm trying to make him slightly nicer than canon because I'm pretty sure not even he cusses out eleven year olds. And some parts, he's just treating Shouto like one of those sidekicks/minions of his in the first episode of MHA.

If you don't understand the AU in this, don't worry, the questions should get cleared up in the next one or two or five chapters. Maybe even ten. Or twenty. I kind of want to use Adachitoka's style of gradually world building.

If you DID read the manga of Noragami, please don't ask why Shouto is named Shouto. If there are some stuff you want to discuss that contain spoilers, just PM me.

For those wondering, "Shouto should've reacted more to the death thing." It's because he figures that Bakugo doesn't know how he died and he himself doesn't remember, so he's not going to worry about the gruesome details.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.