Title: Decker

Author: SpOOnyCube

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

Author Notes: Loved writing that last chapter! And I decided on the pairing! Also I shamlessly ripped off Gal Gadot's wonder worman look for poor Izu.


DECKER


ARC ONE – THE ORIGIN STORY


PREVIOUSLY ON DECKER….

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…"


CHAPTER SEVEN: A NEW CARD?

Turns out the officer that had responded to Mr. Aizawa's call was something of a hardass with a chip on his shoulder when it came to heroes. This totally explained why he wanted to book her for vigilantism as soon as he learned that she was Eraserhead's pupil. That didn't stop her from huffing at him about how the man in custody was a villain who said he was going to cut her up.

But when the man had tried to put her if cuffs she had had enough, "Section 3; Paragraph 78 (a-d), of the Criminal Quirk Code states that any civilian or intern who is threatened with violence by a villain who proves his/her ill intent towards the victim has the right to defend him or herself from said villain with any means at their disposal, sir. You put those cuffs on me, and it's not me who's going to be having a hard night by the time we get back to your station."

Eraserhead quirked an eyebrow at her and grinned, "besides she's under my preview. If that means I have to file official internship paperwork for her then I will."

Apparently, Eraserhead did have to file internship paperwork for her because the officer just wouldn't let it go. He had managed to get the villain arrested but had to pull out a handful of papers for her to sign before they could leave the police station.

From that moment on she was officially Eraserhead's intern.

Not that she had really known what that meant. Because if she had known it would include doing his hero paperwork, grading and a whole bunch more studying she would have told the officer to arrest her and deal with the fallout. Apparently being Eraserhead's intern means helping the hero with his work so he could have more time to sleep, train and patrol.

The new additions to her schedule weren't so good for her, seeing as she was juggling five afterschool classes, school, therapy and training with Eraserhead plus time with her mother. By the time the High School entrance exams rolled around she was tired in a way that she couldn't quite name.

But she had managed to call forth all but three of her Decker cards and figure out how to use them. There was Black Cat, and Sen'nohana Mai; which they had discovered had the active ability of summoning A LOT of purple flower petals which could and did confuse four of the five human senses and passively decked her out in a beautiful green and purple kimono with wisteria patterns and butterflies on it while also making up her face and hair into so she looked stunning. When she walked in that form she shed petals in her wake and left behind a scent of spring which seemed to make Aizawa very happy to do small things for her, but not anything against his morals and ethics. Sen'nohana Mai was pretty cool.

Another Card was called Nine Lives and it looked kind of freaky. It was a picture of a pile of nine skeletal cats hanging from the limbs of a dead and withered tree on a blood-soaked hill in front of a shining full blood moon. Pretty but creepy and for the like of her she couldn't figure out what it did, other than to know it was a passive card with a very specific purpose which she hadn't met yet. Izu figured it would come with time.

The last card she had summoned was so far her favourite; Hikari no Tsubasa or Wings of Light. The card face was of falling feathers made of light and crystal with what Izu could only describe as being the Gates of Heaven hanging off in the background. But her favourite part of the card wasn't what it looked like, it was the fact that it gave her wings of brilliant white glowing crystal light and let her fly.

Izu knew that there were still three cards to 'find' but at the same time, she didn't think to hurry them would be a good idea. They felt… big in a way her one to four-star cards just, didn't. Like they were more powerful and she wasn't ready for them. At least, not yet.

She was two weeks out from the entrance exam for UA and she figured, she could probably pass the written with her eyes closed with the amount of hero law, and fundamentals Aizawa had been beating into her head during every sparring session. The physical exam, well, she hoped Black Cat would be enough.

Huffing, Izu juggled her backpack, large briefcase, and an armful of papers as she searched her pockets for her access pass. In front of her the large gates of UA High. In another life, such a scene would have caused her to gape and stutter in awe, but for Izu, these gates were becoming a familiar place. After all how else was she go get all of Aizawa's paperwork to him if not through the door?

If she wasn't studying or practising, and in school she could usually be found in the hero course faculty staffroom, sitting beside a snoozing Eraserhead as she filed and or filled out report after report. She hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting any of the other teachers save for the principle but then with all the work, her Slave Master put her through she probably wouldn't have noticed even if he had tried to introduce someone to her.

She was really starting to regret letting Aizawa teach her.

"Ah," she breathed, "he did say I'd hate him by the end of this, didn't he?"

"Young Miss?" A terribly familiar voice piped up from behind her, "can I help you with carrying some of that?"

Tensing, Izu turned to her tall scrawny form of All Might's alter ego and hissed, "All Might, no I think you've helped me enough for one lifetime thank you very much."

"Miss. Midoriya?" He asked looking shocked to see her.

"I'm surprised you remember my name," she said rooting around in her pockets a little bit more desperately than before. All Might was the last person she wanted to talk to.

"Of course I remember you," he laughed, "you saved that young man when all of us were standing by the sidelines. Man, what luck! I went looking for you after I shook the press off my tail but I couldn't find you anywhere. It's good I finally found you!"

"Yeah, sure," she said pulling her pass from her skirt pocket and swiping it against the gate. "How lucky, I really have to go now, so goodbye."

"Hey wait now," he called stumbling after her as she hurried up to the main door and down a bunch of halls. "How did you get an entry pass? What are you doing here, and where were you that night after the sludge villain was taken care of?"

"Mr. All Might," she snarled, "I am very busy right now. I understand that as the number one hero you can just waste time like it means nothing but I have important things to be doing. So maybe you can employ that thing in your head that is called a brain and actually think before you ask a stupid question. I got a pass from the principle and a teacher. Like everyone else here. I am working at the moment and don't have time to pander to your holier then thou need for attention. And as to where I was that night, well I was paying for my one good deed of course. You see that night, Baukugou, my god-brother and what I thought my friend decided he couldn't stand the thought of being saved by a quirkless loser like me. So he followed me. He burnt, exploded, beat, tortured and raped me until he got tired of it and then he left me in an alley like I was garbage. Is that what you wanted to know? Are you happy knowing it now?"

All Might stumbled back from her with wide eyes and a shocked look. This wasn't the same hopeful stary eyed girl he had met before. She was different, harder, sharper and less forgiving. But then, from what she had said if it was true; he didn't blame her.

He stared at her and didn't know what to say.

"Satisfied? Good, I have places to be," she said nodding to him and turning in an abrupt about-face. She still needed to get to the faculty office and honestly hanging around the man who had told her to give up, who had told her to be realistic and drip her dreams was not something she wanted to do.

Marching down the hall away from the defeated looking All Might she didn't see the gaggle of teachers that were poking their heads out from different classrooms. Nor did she see the impressed face of the school principal. All she was seeing was the face of a man who had told her she wasn't good enough as she marched towards the one who had told her the exact opposite.

Bursting into the fourth-floor faculty office, Izu immediately noticed the yellow caterpillar laying out on the only couch. Glancing at the clock, she knew he had three more hours to sleep before he had to go patrolling for the night. So she resolved to let him sleep some more before having to deal with villains and dumpsters.

She scooted passed long lines of desks until she found the one draped in Aizawa's distinctive capture gear and sat down there. Booting up his computer and inputting her Intern's password and login information and got to work. She started first on looking up his notes from his patrol the night before and smiled as she found all the pertinent information she would need to compile a report for the night. once that was done she called the police stations responsible for the arrest of the seven villains Eraserhead had caught and ensure that the police reports would be copied and send over so that they could be added to Eraserheads action files.

That done she got started on the paperwork on his desk. Huh, the third years were apparently studying more hero law this week. Smiling she took his master copy of the tests on top each pile of tests and started grading.

"My goodness, are you messing with a teachers paperwork?!" A voice boomed from the door. All Might, Midnight, Present Mic and Vlad King were all standing in the doorway looking at her like she was some sort of thief or villain.

Whipping around she glared at them and shushed them quietly pressing a finger to her lips, telling them to be quiet even as she looked to Aizawa in his yellow sleeping bag. He mumbled in his sleep and turned over, but otherwise seemed to keep sleeping. With a sigh, she relaxed. He was never good company when someone woke him up if he could still be sleeping.

"Be quiet, you wanna wake him up?" She hissed, glaring at them.

"Young lady you shouldn't be touching those!" The blond yelled with a stern look, and with a grown, she knew it was over.

Sure enough, a yawn sounded from the couch as the sleeping man stretched and moved, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes as he looked over at her with blurry eyes.

"Hey, Hero-girl, is it time to go?" Eraserhead yawned.

"Um, nope. Your co-workers were just asking me why you were lazing around making your poor underpaid, underappreciated, and exceptionally attractive intern do all of your paperwork all on my lonesome," she sassed twirling a long tendril of hair in her fingers as she kicked out her legs looking as cute and innocent as she could.

"Huh?" He asked, looking at a clock and twitching, he still had at least an hour and a half of time he could have spent sleeping… and someone woke him up.

"You know this girl, Eraserhead?" Present Mic asked.

"Yeah, she's Izu Midoriya, my intern," he said, "did you get the reports done?"

"Yup, and I called the officers who made the arrests they'll be sending you copies of their reports when they're finished and keep you updated on the progress of the cases."

"Huh, good work," he yawned, "did you finished the tests?"

Izu huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned away from him and glared at the heroes in the doorway, "no, I had only just started on them before your friends showed up and started accusing me of messing with your paperwork… I don't think they knew you needed a middle schooler to help you with your homework."

Aizawa snickered, "someones feeling sassy today," he said getting to his feet.

"Yes, well I get like that when confronted by my own personal nightmare."

"Oh? Did Bakugou get out on bail?" Aizawa asked stretching.

"No, the judge gave him 15 years, no chance of parole. All Might is here," she sighed, "stalking me apparently because he doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word, goodbye."

Aizawa hummed, watching her as she went back to grading the tests on his desk and turned to the teachers standing like dumbasses in the doorway, "well, were you just here to antagonize my intern or did you actually want something?"

All Might puffed up… literally, "don't you think it' s a little anti-hero to make a little girl do your paperwork?"

"No, she's my intern. I'm teaching her how to do hero paperwork and interagency and departmental cooperation. The tests give her a look into what she might be expecting should she pass the entrance exam."

"So cold, Eraser," Midnight smirked, "not even recommending your intern."

"By the time I felt she had a good handle on her quirk it was too late to get her one," Aizawa shrugged wondering over to the coffee machine finding it already made and piping hot.

"What?" All Might said, "I thought you said you were quirkless young Midoriya."

Izu rolled her eyes and sighed turning more firmly into the desk and writing loudly. She didn't owe that man anything. Not anymore anyway.

"I asked you a question, how do you suddenly have a quirk?" All Might asked moving into the room to stand behind her, intentionally attempting to intimidate her. She hated that it was working even without looking at it.

"Hey! You back the fuck up," Eraserhead hissed glaring at the number one hero. "She doesn't owe you any explanation. Not after the shit, you pulled with her already."

Izu sighed again, "I'm not going to get any work done with all this shouting. Mr. Aizawa, he's not worth the effort. And honestly, I've already told him what happened after I saved Bakugou."

Turning around she stared up at the buff hero, "after HE was done with me, I decided to take his advice from earlier that day, and take a high and long jump of the Centennial Memorial Bridge, my dream was in tatters, my hero destroyed them and my friend had hurt me so much I couldn't see a reason to keep on going. Eraserhead found me there and picked me up."

"You! Your that girl from the bridge!" Midnight cried out smiling.

"Yeah, we went to the hospital. The nurses offered to do a quirk factor test for me seeing as I'd never had one. I think it was in an effort to distract me from everything. Turns out I had a quirk all this time and didn't know it. Mom told me and everyone I was quirkless because of the kidnappings back when I was five. So, yeah. Old power, new experiences," she smiled at Aizawa, "terrible slave masters."

He grinned walking up to her and bopped her on the head, "cheeky. In any case, are you done trying to intimidate a little girl?"

"I, I'm sorry," he said popping into smoke, "I have bad experiences with people who pop up with a new quirk out of the blue."

"Whatever," Izu huffed taking the cup of coffee Aizawa offered her.

"Speaking of quirks," the eraser hero muttered, "have you gotten any further with your last three cards?"

She hummed, "not really. They feel bigger than the others and like I shouldn't push them you now?"

He nodded, "Yes, they're probably more powerful cards. We know from experience that the higher star level your cards are the more energy they take to manifest and use. But if you don't keep drawing them out and working with them your quirk will never grow and your ability to use higher star level cards will never continue to stagnate."

Izu sighed again, "I know, did you want me to try manifesting them now?"

"Today is one of your free days, isn't it? After this, you're going home to spend time with your mother right?"

"Yeah! We're having a movie night!" She chirped happily.

He hummed again and cocked an eyebrow at her as if to say, well what are you waiting for. She sighed, the slave driving was going to make her manifest at least one of the cards wasn't he.

"Fine, but if I fall asleep during our movie tonight, I'm going to be very cross with you, Mr. Aizawa!" Izu rolled her eyes as she leaned back in the rollie chair and concentrated. Reaching deep into her heart she looked for the fluttering cards within her heart and smiled as she felt them fluttering about.

"Which one do you think I should try to manifest? The star, the bunny or the fire?" She asked looking up at her mentor.

"Whichever seems the easiest," he shrugged.

Izu scoffed, as helpful as ever was her hero. She reached in and poked the different fluttering cards and touched each one. Only one jumped at her touch. So the star, it was going to be.

Reaching out a hand to lay it on her chest she concentrated on trying to draw it out. To bring it forth to lay warm and fluttering in her fingertips. With a twitch and a sudden drain on her energy, she manifested the card. In a brilliant shower of sparks, a card popped into existence above her breast and floated there in front of her as she slumped gasping in her chair.

"You ok?"

"Yeah," she gasped, "it just took more energy than I thought it would need to manifest."

Stretching out with a trembling hand she took the card in hand and twisted it to look at the face. It was… her? The picture on the face was of her, but she looked so sure, so strong and powerful holding a fist full of light with eight shining stars behind her. At the bottom six star's shined indicating the level of the card, her most powerful to date. Its name though, it threw her for a loop.

"Huh, One for All? What a weird name for a card," she muttered.

Beside her, All Might froze and stared at her with wide eyes. But Eraserhead hummed and asked what it did.

"It's a passive and active card," she told him, "Passively it feels like a buff? Like a well of power that can be used to enhance strength, speed and overall power. Actively thought, it feels very weird. Like the passive usage, but more powerful, and… transformative? I don't know it makes me think of a massive nuclear fusion reactor and a butterfly coming out of a cacoon."

"A crystallization of power," All Might said quietly, " and maybe like a man at a pool puffing up and sucking in his stomach trying to look really good or bigger then he really is?"

Izu blinked and nodded, "yeah, that could work."

"The card face usually tells you something about the card doesn't it?" He asked, sitting on the abandoned couch across the room.

"Yeah, this one looks weird though. It's just a picture of me."

"You, and eight stars maybe? With you holding a new one?"

Izu and Aizawa stilled, staring at him. He was across the room and wasn't anywhere near her when she manifested the card. How did he know what it looked like?

"How did you know that?" Izu asked staring at him.

All Might sighed, looking pointedly at the door and the heroes in it. It was enough for them to back up and leave like he had told them to instead of just stared at them. What a presence. Not that it worked on Aizawa.

"My quirk," All Might started, "it's called One for All and it's a stockpiling quirk with minor transformation and the ability to be passed on to another. I am the eighth user of this quirk. The power passed on as a sacred torch from one user to another building the power and then passing it on. How did you end up with it when I haven't given it to you?"

"Wow," Izu muttered, "who knows? My mom told me my quirk was called Decker, and that it turned souls into cards. But that wouldn't really explain the tree would it?"

Thinking about it Izu didn't think soul was the right thing at all. It had just looked like it because the people and things she had used her quirk on had all died in the end. Not because of her quirk but because they were the process of dying when her quirk activated. What then were her cards made of?

Looking inside for the fire card who she knew was her father she felt if more, touching it with her power and felt nothing but love and the need to protect. Black Cat felt like affection and cheeky sass, while the Tsubasa felt like adrenaline.

"Will," she whispered, "Each of my cards is born from an intense will, to protect, to survive, to live, and love. You were bleeding that night if I remember right. Maybe it was your blood, and your intense will to push on, keep moving even though it hurt. Who knows really, I've only known about this quirk for the last ten months so I'm still learning."

"Huh, it's funny you know. I was looking for you after the incident to tell you I thought you could be a hero. You acted when none of the pro-heroes did. when I couldn't. knowing you were probably going to die, you ran in and saved that boys life. It looked like you were as shocked to be moving as we were to see you charging at him; like your legs moved before you knew it."

"Sounds about right," she nodded.

"It inspired me, reminded me that we pro-heroes are always risking our lives to save others. That's why I ran in after you. I felt like the worst sort of hypocrite and I wanted you to know that I think you'd make a great hero," he chuckled, looking at his bony hands. "I was going to offer you One for All. Turns out I didn't need to."

Izu couldn't believe him. She couldn't believe it. What an ass.

"Someone once told me that quirkless doesn't mean powerless, or useless; it just means I'm more special than anyone else in the world these days. I saved Bakugou's life without a quirk by just using my brain. If I didn't find out about my quirk, and if you had found me, I know what my answer to you would have been. It would have been: NO. I could have become a hero without a quirk. But I do have one. And that quirk took your will and made it a vessel for my power. I didn't need you then, and I don't need you now."

The blond gaped at her disbelievingly.

"Someone told me I could be a hero without a quirk. The fact that I had one was just meant he was able to put me threw harsher training then he would have if I hadn't had one. It wasn't the be all end all tolife. He's the man who saved my life, you, you just destroy everything around you don't you?" Izu huffed, flicking One for all out so that it hovered out in front of her.

"Come forth, ONE FOR ALL!" She called, invoking the card.

"No! Wait!" Aizawa called out reaching out to try to stop her, but it was already to late.

The rush of power was amazing. And bathed her in a glow of rainbow light. The person who stepped out of that light looked very different from the little girl that had been at its heart. For one, she wasn't a child. No, not anymore. She looked like she was at least Aizawa's age, flush with a golden shine, and bright glowing toxic green eyes. Her hair was once long and green now shined like molten gold and hung in long curling waves around her face, shoulders and chest. Her body looked like the old tales of goddesses or amazons, tall and solid with muscle. By the turn of her face the length of her legs, she could have caught the attention of any man.

Her middle school uniform was nowhere to be seen either. Instead, she was clad in a crimson leather bustier, the top edge of which was topped by a golden eagle sweeping from the middle of her chest with its wings wrapping around her to the back, a stylized golden 'W' finished the bustier off along its bottom hem. The tiniest azure panelled skirt hung around her hips. And on her arms two golden bracers, and an armlet around her left bicep. Her bright red shoes were now knee-high armoured boots with crazy heels.

She walked up to All Might and leaned over until they were face to face, "Really, Toshinori, you do know how to piss a girl off. She's nearly killed herself calling us forth. You are the symbol of peace, but to this girl, you are a nightmare. We understand your need to meddle, but in this case, it isn't heroic, it's just mean. Leave young Izu to us kid. We'll keep her safe."

"What the fuck?" Aizawa breathed, looking back and forth between them, "you aren't Izu."

The woman hummed, "I am, and I am not. We are One for All. The undying will of eight of the strongest heroes in history, unto and including you Toshi. That day we felt her quirk, it was so beautiful and unique. We couldn't help but want to help her. So we are with her now."

"She stole a copy of my qurik?" All Might hissed.

The woman shook her head, "we cannot be stolen Toshinori. Your interactions with All for One should have taught you that. We can only be given. You are much different then you used to be. You broke this girl on that rooftop. Hurt her in ways that boy could never dream of being able to and you did it with a smile. All Might, he didn't like that, neither did we. So when presented the option to leave, we took it."

"I am All Might, you're talking like its something completely different from ho I am," the man said shaking his head.

"Toshinori, in your heart of hearts, you have always known; that you and All Might were not the same. Ever since that battle, you have noticed a difference in yourself every time you use your quirk. You're less sure, take longer to react to a situation where once it seemed like you just immediately knew what to do. That was us. Seven generations of hero experience whispering in your ears. It's true you're will influenced us, turned us into the greatest symbol of peace ever seen, just as this girl influences us. But we were still there. Now we are here. And you are alone.

"You still hold within you everything as it should be, but when we left you we copied the stockpile and placed it within this card. You still have One for All, and the ability to pass it on should you wish to. But our sentience, our experience, it has already been given to this girl." The woman smiled down at him and leaned back. "You let All for One win that day you know. Oh, you might have killed him, but truly he won when he managed to twist our kind Toshi into a man who would shatter a little girls dreams like they meant nothing. Goodbye, Toshinori Yagi."

With a glow and the sound of shattering glass, the form of the golden woman broke and fell apart leaving only the little middle school girl in her place. Izu shuttered, gasped and fell to the floor as she choked on suddenly blooming blood rising up her throat and out her mouth.

She was unconscious before she even saw Aizawa rush to her, or All Might try to reach her before she fell to the tiled floor. She didn't hear the symbol of peace swear up a storm. She didn't hear Aizawa scream for her to stay with them. Nor did she notice when he called for recovery girl hitting an emergency medical alert button on the side of one of the desks. All she knew was darkness, blood and exhaustion she had never felt before.

In the depths of her heart and star shined, and whispered, "everything will be ok little Izu. We Are Here, you are not alone anymore."

To Be Continued…