Title: Decker
Author: SpOOnyCube
Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia
Author Notes: Had a mild heart attack writing this chapter. I mean who doesn't like spilling Pepsi all over their computer? Leave me a comment and tell me how your liking the story so far! I love hearing what people are thinking!
DECKER
ARC ONE – THE ORIGIN STORY
PREVIOUSLY ON DECKER….
"Yes, Mom!" Izu grinned hopping up the stairs even as she shucked her bag by the door.
Izu never saw her mother's look of sadness as she looked up at the family picture on the living room mantle, nor did she see the look of fear as she stared at her husband's picture, "you keep our little girl safe Hisashi, or I swear, I'll never forgive you.".…
CHAPTER SIX: LEARNING TO DANCE! DECKER STYLE!
Things should have gotten easier for Izu from then on what with finally having access to her quirk but she seemed to have hit a road block. Summoning up her quirk wasn't so hard now that she knew where and how to pull it forth… using it though. That seemed to be a completely different matter altogether.
No matter what she did, and she did some crazy shit, she couldn't seem to use her cards.
She could dance: bend, rise and jump, finally, her forms weren't terrible and she was after three months finally getting the hang of moving without looking like she was a wooden puppet, even if it hurt more then she could ever say. Her toes spent more time in an ice bath then she did somedays, bleeding and cracking from all the harsh demands she was putting on her body. But she didn't care.
She was going to learn ballet if it killed her. Not because she liked it, no she actually kind of hated it, but because Eraserhead had told her to and that meant one thing. Learning the complicated, awkward dance would help her become a hero!
It was that determination and drive that had originally made her ballet instructed so happy to have her in the class. She had been tiny, thin and slender as a rail, in the teacher's eyes, the perfect form for a prima. Now though, three months after starting, the same couldn't be said.
Three months, of Muay Thai, Capoeira, Gymnastics, Parkour and sparing sessions with Eraserhead had changed her. No longer was so some wisp of a girl. No, she was hardening up. Her form condensing into a solid mass of pure muscle, not like All Might who was bulging at the seams, but more like Aizawa, who was slender yes, but had once been seen punching a man across a road in through a brick wall. Her arms were strong, her legs long and thighs thicker than most girls would have liked with all the running Eraserhead had her doing.
Her ballet instructor despaired at the changes, bemoaning her added weight; like it was a bad thing. But Izu just laughed it off, "I'm here to learn about my body, here to figure out how it can move and how I can push it to move. Not to be a ballerina."
Capoeira it turns out was like brake dancing with fists! It was fun and could pack a wallop if handled correctly. Izu figured this was why she was taking ballet lessons, twisting and stretching into odd forms had prepared her for some of the leaping twists and hard kicks of the style. She would never call herself a master, she didn't think anyways. But, by the time the entrance exams rolled around she figured she'd have a good enough handle on it to be able to make a decent showing.
Muay Thai thought had her slowing down. It was a hard style, all kneecaps and elbows with sharp thrusts and hard hits that could shatter bones. Even learning it made her stop and think before she acted because it was as her teacher said, "Muay Thai is very dangerous because when used correctly you can kill someone with it and when used incorrectly you can kill someone with it."
She didn't want to kill anyone, so she moved slowly threw the forms, taking her time to do it right. Like with Capoeira she figured she would never master Muay Thai, but by the entrance exam, she figured she'd know enough to not accidentally kill anyone.
Yay, she thought, ducking down under a punch sent at her from Mr. Aizawa, life goals!
Gymnastics was nothing new. She had been taking classes in that since she was a little girl and had seen some hero or another spring from one pole to another and thought it was cool. Her mom had hoped she'd get interested in competitions and the actual sport and quit it with the hero obsession… it hadn't turned out that way.
Parkour, she had fun with, it was like free running but with style and she found she could use a lot of her gymnastics background to hop and run and twist around the urban obstacles that the teachers would place in the gym. She had fallen and hurt herself more times then she could count already but it was more fun then she had first thought and for a hero in training, in a large city, a practical skill to learn.
Which had led her to this. Three months after learning about her quirk, two months after being able to call on it and still no idea how to use the useless cards in her hands.
She had tried throwing them at people, she had tried, dancing with them; she had yelled all sorts of different catch phrases at the stupid things and still nothing!
She was starting to really get upset!
"Calm down," Eraserhead said. "you won't learn anything if you're frustrated."
"But I'm supposed to be trying to use my quirk aren't I?" She asked, "but all we're going is sparing because I'm too stupid to figure it out!"
"You're not stupid Hero-girl," Aizawa smiled coming to a stop, "you're tired. Let's stop for today we'll pick this back up next time ok?"
Sighing, Izu nodded relaxing into her cool down stretches. She had learned a long time ago to never forget to stretch after a hard workout. The burn and scream of her muscles after forgetting that one time was not worth the perceived time saved getting home.
Aizawa nodded and did a quick round of stretches before leaving to go on his patrols for the night leaving her alone in the dilapidated gym. She just wished her quirk came more easily to her. Bakugou had been using his quirk hours after he figured out how to summon his sparks. But here she was two months later, and all she could do was look at the card faces.
"So, useless," Izu sighed getting up and packing her gear before trudging off to the train station.
Sitting in the one bench that wasn't falling apart, under the one lamp that wasn't dying she waited for the train. She was alone on the platform; at least, she was until she wasn't.
Footsteps echoed at her from the other side of the darkening station and a man slowly walked out from the shadows. At first, Izu didn't think anything of it. He was just a man waiting for the train. But then she couldn't help but notice, he wasn't waiting for the train, not as most people did anyway. He was watching her as he leaned against the lamp pole next to the one she was sitting under.
She looked over at him, and cocked an eyebrow at his staring, "can I help you?"
"A pretty girlie like you," the man grinned, "maybe."
Izu scoffed shaking her head, "I don't think so Mister. There are better places to go looking for fun than the train station."
"But I like the look of you," he said smiled, "you look like you'll scream really pretty like while I cut you up."
Wait… what?
Izu gasped, ducking and spinning to the side off of her bench as the man lunged at her. She jumped back and put distance between them even as he activated his quirk and started pulling her back towards him.
"Not getting away that easy little sweet," he laughed.
He was… a villain? Izu wondered digging her heels into the floor and trying not to be pulled any further. A villain who wanted to cut her up?
"Well," she hissed glaring up at him, "at least you're honest. But, I'm not that type of girl!"
He laughed, reaching out and gave a mighty tug with his quirk sending her flying off her feet, and towards the villain.
Old Izu would have panicked. Post, Bakugou attack Izu would have been a shivering mess on the floor. Trainee Izu though, she grinned letting him pull her towards him.
Twisting in the air she turned and rolled, bringing her legs up and throwing them out in s spin, catching the villain across his chest with her knees. With a bounce and a spin, she caught his chest and twisted him around bringing him down with her leg and slamming him down on the station's tiled floor in two neat maneuvers.
Jumping back she watched as the villain tried to catch his breath and pulled her phone from her skirt pocket, hitting the speed diel button for Eraserhead. She didn't know if he picked up, because the villain got to his feet with a glare.
"Girlie has some moves," he snarled dashing at her, "but I'm still going to rip you apart and listen to you scream!"
Twitching she twisted and turned dancing back out of his reach even as he pulled her phone out of her hand with his quirk and smashed it against the floor. He obliterated her only hope of calling for help in one foul swoop. She was all alone now, and no help was going to swoop in to save her.
"It'll be your turn next girlie," the villain grinned, licking his lips.
She stared at him with wide eyes, trembling as he made his way towards her. He was really looking forward to killing her wasn't he? He was looking forward to cutting her up, like Baukgou had burnt her, scared her and made her life a living hell.
She was going to die, on the way from training with Eraserhead before she even had the chance to attempt the UA High entrance exam.
Twitching she hissed out a breath, only one thing on her mind, "over my dead body!"
In her left hand, a card shimmered into existence. Clasping it with sure fingers she brought it up to her face, and grinned at the suddenly worried villain. Good, she was officially done with his and his bull shit talk about cutting her up like she was some, victim to be preyed upon.
"I am not dying tonight," she hissed, "not at the hands of some sleazy slime ball like you!"
She flicked the card out and watched it soar threw the air.
"Come forth! BLACK CAT!" She screamed watching as the card shimmered with glitter and then shattered into a brilliant light.
Spinning out from the light was a black smoky shape with a long whip like tail. It came to a stop with a bounce and a jump standing on all fours in front of Izu with his back arched and his bright green eyes glaring at the villain. Black Cat looked exactly like he did in the card. Like a skinny black cat made of black smoke and ash, with bright blue claws and a wicked sneer.
"Finally!" The cat hissed, "It's been forever Izu!"
"Toko-chan!" Izu chirped, "you're here!"
Izu grinned she had used her quirk, finally after all this time she had used a card. All it had taken was a life or death situation… who knew?
"Yeah, kid. I'm here," he snickered, "and you! Freak with the funny face, what the fick do you think you're pulling with my Izu you punk?"
The villain blinked and stared at them.
"Is this stupid cat, your quirk?" He asked, and then laughed.
Izu glared, and Black Cat hissed, "don't you dare talk down Toko-chan!"
The cat laughed, grinning, "oh, this is going to be fun! With your permission Miss. Izu?"
Izu blinked not quite sure what to expect from the card, "go for it Toko!"
With a snap, the cat's claws became ten times bigger and started to glow. With a jump and a slash, four whirling blades of wind lashed out and struck the villain before them sink deep into his flesh and ripping his shoulders open with twin slashes.
"Whirlwind sickle," the cat intoned as the villain stumbled back and fell to the ground clutching his wounds. "What a useless punk."
"Huh, so you didn't need me after all?" A voice huffed from behind her.
Turning Izu couldn't be happier to see him standing there: Eraserhead, the Erasure hero. He had gotten her call and come to see if she was alright!
"Sorry, Eraserhead, looking like I figured out how to take care of it myself," she smiled giving him a thumbs up.
"Hey!" Black Cat hissed jumping up and curling himself over her shoulders, he lay there warm against her school jacket.
"We, figured it out," she corrected herself with a giggle. "You got my call?"
He hummed, nodding, "yeah heard something about you being cut up and thought, well the train station seems to be the place to patrol. And look at what I find. My student, out in public using her quirk like she's a hero, and breaking all sorts of laws as she takes down a villain all on her own."
"Well, technically its self-defense, he did threaten to cut me up and make me scream you know," Izu huffed watching as he tied the villain up and patched his shoulders up. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of sirens and the thump of the train on its way.
She sighed, "I'm going to have to give a statement aren't I?"
"Yup, better call your mom."
"I can't, he broke my phone," Izu huffed glaring down at the bleeding villain on the floor.
Eraserhead huffed and tossed her his. Smiling she nodded, and typed in her home number with a sigh. The night was going to be a long one it looked like and she wasn't getting home anytime soon with the looks of that officer that was scowling at all three of them.
Still, she had used her quirk! Finally! What a beautiful night.
Reaching up she rubbed at Toko's head and ears as he draped himself across her shoulders listening to him purr loudly in her ear even as the phone finally connected.
"Hey, mom, I'm going to be late tonight, there was a problem with the train…"
To Be Continued…