Scarecrows aren't supposed to be Heroes

Chapter Ten

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Naruto or My Hero Academia.

EDIT: This story is/has gone through some editing again. I haven't cut anything important, it was mostly grammar and punctuation. So you're fine to keep reading ahead.

This was it. This was Hitoshi's moment to shine.

He clenched his fists as he walked through the streets of Musutafu. School was over, Hitoshi was on his way home.

'The UA Sports Festival.'

The festival was in two weeks and it was the perfect opportunity to finally get noticed, to finally one-up those 1-A bastards. After all, this exam involved people. People who could be brainwashed.

*boom*

Hitoshi paused from his thoughts, turning just in time to see a flash of light coming from a beach. 'Huh,' he thought, 'wasn't that place a dump before?' Hitoshi moved closer to the noise, spotting a figure in the sands.

He squinted, recognising the familiar outline. 'Isn't that...Kaminari?'

Denki stared dumbly at the odd clump of sand surrounding the lump of metal.

'Fulgurites (from the Latin fulgur, meaning "lightning") are natural tubes, clumps, or masses of sintered, vitrified, and/or fused soil, sand, rock, organic debris and other sediments that can form when lightning discharges into the ground.'

'Well,' he thought, hand coming to scratch his head in surprise, 'that wasn't what I was expecting.' To be honest, Denki hadn't really been expecting anything, he didn't think his electricity would be hot enough to do anything drastic. 'Guess the chakra mutation gave the Quirk more power than I thought.' He mused.

Denki paused, ears perking up at the sound of footsteps. 'Someone's coming.' He kicked the formation into the sea, just in time for a familiar figure to approach him.

'Ah,' his eyes widened in recognition, 'it's the Yamanaka-rip-off.' "Yo," he greeted, giving the boy his usual salute, "what brings you to Dagobah Beach?"

The boy tsched in return, "that noise and light," Shinsou asked bluntly, " was it you?"

Denki gave him his totally-not-fake smile. "Of course not."

The boy stared at him, unrelenting. "It was you."

"No, it wasn't."

"Yes, it was."

"No, it wasn't."

"Yes, it was."

"Yes, it was."

"No, it was-" The Yamanaka-rip-off glared at him, teeth audibly clenching.

Denki sighed, holding out his hands in a what-can-you-do sort of way. "If you're so sure of my answer, then why ask?"

The boy continued to glare and Denki just shrugged. "Suit yourself," he turned to leave,

"I'm going."

"WAIT!"

Denki stared at Shinsou blankly. "Yes?"

"Can you," the boy gritted his teeth, "can you...help me train? For the sports festival."

Denki sweatdropped. "Ah."

'Shit.'

Hitoshi didn't know what he was expecting from Kaminari. A no, probably. Hell, he had no idea why he even asked the boy to train him. Hitoshi supposed that some part of him acknowledged Kaminari. That he was strong, stronger than him. Kaminari may have never outwardly shown his strength, but his achievements were proof enough. He had fought in the villain attack, played an important role in it, if the rumours were anything to go by. Kaminari, for all his many masks, was strong. And Hitoshi wanted in on some of that strength.

That blast had also definitely come from Kaminari, his Quirk most likely. But Hitoshi could also see the sweat glistening on his face, muscles bulging from his arms.

Training. Physical Training. Something he never really took seriously.

But seeing how strong Kaminari was…

"Well?" He asked impatiently, tapping a foot on the sand. 'He's going to say no.'

"Well…" The boy replied hesitantly.

'Definitely a no.'

Kaminari sighed. "Fine."

Hitoshi blinked in surprise. "Huh."

If anything, Denki blamed Naruto. The boy would most definitely whine at him if he could hear his thoughts, but the fact was, pretty much every strange sway of Kakashi's heart was almost always the blondes fault.

At least, that was what Denki told himself. He didn't want people to think he was getting soft. Naruto would never let him hear the end of it.

"I-I…t-thanks." Shinsou stuttered, apparently unbelieving of answer. He took a few steps back, probably to let it sink in. Not everyone could handle Denki's magnificence after all.

He gave the boy an eye-smile. "Meet me here straight after-school tomorrow."

With that final statement, Denki disappeared, leaving Shinsou with his mouth gaping open.

"What?"

Hitoshi could feel his eyebrows twitching as he stood stiffly on the shore of Dagobah Municipal Beach Park.

Kaminari was late, and he didn't seem to care the slightest.

"Ah well you see," the boy 'explained', hands moving in over-the-top gestures, "I came across this old lady on my way here and I-"

"Save the excuses for an idiot," Hitoshi cut him off, scowling. "What are we doing now?" He didn't mention the swell of resentment and disappointment that had elapsed him when Kaminari hadn't shown for the first two hours.

"So," the boy clapped his hands together, grinning in a way so sweet it was poison, "we'll start off with laps. Get some stamina built up."

Hitoshi blinked. "Huh."

'I seem to be doing that a lot.'

'Ah, this brings back memories.'

Watching his 'students' suffer always gave Denki a sick sort of pleasure. The sweat gushing from their foreheads, the evil glares shot at him, degrading curses at the tip of their tongues. It brought back so many fond memories.

"You-pant-You BASTARD!"

Ah, his dear 'student' was complaining again.

Denki waggled his finger at Shinsou, not even sitting up from the hammock he resting in. "Now, now, if you have the energy to talk you have the energy to run, chop-chop, move it."

Shinsou gave him the dirtiest look ever. "I HATE YOU!"

Denki pretended to snicker at the book he was reading.

"AND STOP READING THAT STUPID PORN!"

After one day of training, Hitoshi could proudly say he hated Kaminari Denki. Not the petty hate most of his class displayed, but the you-piece-of-shit hate that the boy was often the subject of.

But Hitoshi was also a rational person. He knew both his physical stamina and strength were lacking, he knew that Kaminari's 'training', while painful, would be extremely helpful.

Kaminari was just a little prick about it.

Days of training went by, and Denki could safely call Shinsou his friend without getting smacked by a book. Not that the book actually ever hit him, it actually turned out to be a great training exercise. However, despite the easy love-hate relationship they had developed outside of school, class was as stiffening as ever, especially with tensions against 1-A rising. The divide between those with 'convenient' Quirks and those without was getting more and more prominent. Shinsou had even taken the lead in the 'battle' against 1-A, something he didn't exactly approve of.

"Heard you gave 1-A a declaration of war."

Shinsou glared at Denki from his desk. It was just them in the classroom.

The boy sneered at him, turning away to not look him in the eye. "You got a problem with it?" He snarked.

Denki studied the boy, scowling, before standing up and placing himself in front of the other boy. He leaned onto Shinsou's desk. "They're just a bunch of lucky idiots who happened to be attacked by villains," he said in a mocking voice, "they're nobody special. If I had a combat-oriented quirk I could have fought just as well."

Shinsou flinched, recoiling as if he had slapped him.

Denki sighed, straightening up with a hand placed on his hip. "That's what you were thinking, right?"

Shinsou stood up. "Well, it's true,' he argued hotly. "And you can't say anything, you're just as blessed as they are!"

Denki raised an eyebrow, bring a hand up to flick the boy in the forehead. "Just as people shouldn't judge you based on your quirk, you shouldn't judge others based on theirs," he sighed, "a good quirk doesn't give someone a free pass through all the troubles in life."

Shinsou scoffed. "That's not what society says-"

"Quirk-trafficking, Quirk Marriages," he listed, "as well as uncontrollable Quirks, Quirks that damage health and Quirks that make others fearful. There is both a good and bad side to everything."

Shinsou scowled at his argument, dropping back onto his seat and turning his face to the side. He didn't look him in the eye.

Denki sighed. "I won't deny that certain Quirks make certain goals easier, but," he smiled. "think about it."

Denki left the room.

Shouta scanned his chattering class, eyes stopping at the person he needed to talk too. "Sasagawa," he instructed, "come here."

The girl glanced up from her conversation with Bakugou in surprise, eyes flickering towards him in confusion. She got up and made her way towards him, tilting her head slightly. "Yes, Sensei?"

He gestured for the girl to come with him, as he exited the classroom. "Follow me."

She hurried along to keep up, walking slightly behind him as Shouta led them to the Medical Room. He pointed to the office's door. "This is Recovery Girl's office, she has something to discuss with us," he paused, "well, you."

Sasagawa's eyes widened slightly, in realization, Shouta guessed, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together. He pushed open the door.

Recovery Girl greeted them with a smile, hopping of the chair she had been seated in and waving them over. "Ah, good. You're here." She motioned for them to sit.

Once they were both settled she began to speak. "I'm sure you have some sort of idea on what this is about." Her eyes flickered to Sasagawa.

She nodded. "My Quirk, it can heal."

Recovery dipped her head in approval. "Yes, and it appears to be stronger than mine. So, if you and your homeroom teacher agrees, I'd like to run some tests to see its potential. Powerful Healing Quirks are quite rare. There are some people who would very much benefit from it."

Sasagawa clenched her fist as the woman said that, face tensed in indescriptible way.

Shouta frowned at her reaction, before narrowing his eyes at the woman's wording, comprehension dawning on him. 'All Might,' he realized, 'she wants to see if Sasagawa can heal All Might.'

Sasagawa's gaze veered towards him, eyes doubtful but clear of the previous irritation.

"Do whatever you want," Shouta gruffed, shrugging slightlly.

She glanced back at Recovery Girl, fidgeting slightly, before saying slowly. "...depends on what the tests are."

Shouta hummed quietly, 'her Quirk does require some intimacy,' he mused.

Recovery Girl smiled reassuringly and nodded. "We won't push you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," she promised.

Sasagawa still seemed hesitant. "...ok," she agreed in a quiet voice.

Recovery Girl beamed at her. "Wonderful, you both can go back to class."

Shouta nodded at the nurse, grabbed Sasagawa, and left.

"They're going to test your Quirk?"

Akari smiled at Eri. They were both walking through the gardens of UA.

"Yup!" She replied cheerfully.

Eri grinned. "That's sooo cool!" She paused. "What's your quirk again?"

Akari giggled. "Healing," she answered, "I can heal people by kissing them."

"Wooow," Eri marvelled, eyes gleaming, "that's so amazing," Eri held out her hand, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, "heal me, heal me!"

Akari bent down and poked her in the forehead. "You have to be injured to be healed, silly"

Eri pouted. "But I want to be healed," she whined, before pausing for a second. "Hey," she asked, "Akari-san, can you heal scars?"

The girl in question stared at her in confusion. "I can fade them.." She trailed off, frowning, "why?"

Eri grinned, pushing up her sleeves and holding out her arms. They were littered with marred and discoloured dots of skin.

"Then you can heal mine!" Eri responded cheerfully, before pausing to glance at Akari's face. "Akari-san? You look sad."

Akari shook her head, giving the girl a weak smile. "No, I'm fine. I'll...fade your scars."

Akari kneeled down, gently clasping onto Eri's hair and lightly pressing her lips on the girl's. A burst of blue light emerged at the contact, circling around Eri before fading into her arms and legs. Akari looked at the little girl regretfully. "Oh, Eri-chan."

Eri looked thrilled at her almost blemish-free skin. "It's like magic," she gushed, before glancing at Akari. "You look even sadder now," she frowned, "what's wrong?"

Akari hugged Eri. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

'I'm so sorry'

Odd clumps of sand and metal were scattered around Dagobah beach, at the centre of the mess, laid Denki.

'So the range can be increased. This Quirk behaves less like electricity and more like lightning chakra.' He slowly sat up, resting a chin on a leg he pulled up. Denki hummed thoughtfully, 'if it has the same strengths as chakra, then does it have the same weaknesses?'

An issue with Kakashi's previous skillset had been the amount of chakra he had. It was by no means low, but it would never come close to the reserves of someone like Naruto, because of that, many of his 'killer' techniques could scarcely be used.

He hummed, digging his chin deeper into his knee. 'I haven't continuously used my Quirk yet.'

Denki flared electricity around him.

'Let's see how long I can last.'

Shouta frowned as he rubbed Kaminari's back, who was throwing up in the toilet.

"How did you even end up like this?" He asked.

Kaminari gave him a weak shrug, shuffling back to Shouta's bed.

Shouta sighed. Finding Kaminari practically crawling back to school had not been an exciting experience. The boy had looked frighteningly pale and had vehemently protested against any trip to Recovery Girl, forcing Shouta to drag him towards their apartment.

He glanced back at the boy, who had curled himself up in a mountain of blankets.

Half-lidded eyes turned to him. "Tell Shinsou I can't meet him today," Kaminari mumbled.

"Shinsou?" Shouta frowned, recognising the name, "from Gen-Ed?"

All he got in response was a snore. Shouta sighed, shuffling out his apartment with a groan. 'Who knew he had friends?'

Hitoshi had been surprised, to say the least, when a Hero-Course teacher had called him over and told him that Kaminari couldn't meet him today

Aizawa-sensei, one of the heroes who was at USJ and the homeroom teacher of 1-A. How on earth Kaminari got that man to deliver a message to him baffled him. But, that aside, Aizawa-sensei seemed like a pretty chill hero. Laid back, uncaring, and overall pretty cool.

He was the kind of hero Hitoshi wanted to be.

Denki's Quirk had a limit, going past that limit would make him sick and tired. In Shinobi terms, he could say he had above average chakra levels. Nowhere near Naruto or Sasuke, but more than what Denki had before. Though, his previously low chakra levels could be blamed on his Sharingan.

He could work with it, Denki had decided.

He sighed, as only a slight breeze answered his thoughts. Denki was pretty much alone at Dagobah Beach, since, Shinsou had left a while ago, content with the new knowledge of basic fighting techniques. He had plenty of time to work on his taijutsu stuff now, which were, by Shinobi standards, not that great at the moment.

Denki had already come to the expected conclusion of deterioration when he first came to this world. A 14-year-old body simply could not cope with moves he had wanted to pull off. His accuracy with kunai hadn't regressed, thankfully. But he, as Gai would say, lacked the 'Power of Youth'.

A couple of months of rigorous training, however, helped build his body to a good condition. The fact that the previous Denki had already been quite fit had helped.

Of course, this bodies strength had to be maintained, and there was still a matter of re-applying his old techniques to this body. Denki couldn't exactly reinforce it with chakra as he used too.

In conclusion, he wasn't, and will likely never be, as strong as he used to be. It stung, but it was the reality at the moment.

'Besides,' Denki consoled himself, 'everyone else is weak as well.'

Hitoshi moved in for another punch, dodging Kaminari's kick and ducking down to the boy's solar plexus.

"Got you now!" He exclaimed. Before Hitoshi could even get close, Kaminari knocked his legs with a firm kick, tripping him into the sand.

Kaminari crinkled his eyes. "Not quite." The boy held out his hand towards him.

Hitoshi grimaced but grabbed on, letting the boy haul him up.

Kaminari gave him his signature eye-smile. "Congratulations," he smiled, "you're officially stronger than you were a week ago, thanks to me of course."

Hitoshi snorted but didn't reply. It was, technically, because of the boy he improved so much. Not that he'd admit it.

"Well," Kaminari put a hand on his shoulder, grinning as he did, "I've taught you all that I possibly can in the span of a week. You should train by yourself during the next week."

Hitoshi froze. 'Right,' he thought, 'I'm not the only one who needs to train.' He took a deep breath, "thanks," he said, smiling slightly, "for everything."

Kaminari eye-smiled back. "No problem."

With that final statement, the boy disappeared, only leaving a spark of gold as any trace of his presence. Hitoshi sighed, scratching his head, as he muttered, "so dramatic."

Nezu sipped his tea contently in his office. The Sports Festival was going as planned, USJ had been repaired and the legal issues, taken care of. Eri had more protection than half the school combined, leaving the only issue he had yet to solve, the new vigilante group that had popped up; The Biju.

Who they were was a total mystery; the only information gleaned by the police were that all members seemed to have a mutant quirk that let them take on the characteristics of various animals.

An interesting group of individuals who, for seemingly no rhyme or reason, completely destroyed an upcoming Yakuza power.

It was curious, very curious.

"A psychologist?"

Shouta nodded. He and Kaminari were sitting alone in his apartment, Eri had disappeared off with Sasagawa, giving the pair some privacy.

"You haven't exactly had the...easiest life," Shouta pointed out, "it'll be good for you."

Kaminari frowned, hands crossed over his chest as he pouted. "Was this the Principal's idea?'

Shouta sighed hand coming to rest against his temple, "no, it was mine."

"Oh." The boy seemed cowed at that. Shouta wondered what he had against the Principal.

"So?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kaminari sighed, crossing his hands tighter as he gave in. "Sure," he pouted, "I guess."

"Good," Shouta stood up, traces of a smile curling at the corner of his lips, "your first appointment is in two hours. Get ready."

"WHAT!" The boy sputtered.

Tsukasa Hiro prided himself on being a first-class psychologist. No case was ever too difficult for him, no case was ever impossible for him. That was his philosophy, that was his motto. It was what attracted customers around the world to him, no case was a hopeless one oncehe was involved.

That was, until, he met Kaminari Denki.

Not saying Kaminari was a difficult person, well, he was, but not in the crazy axe murderer way. Kaminari was just the sort of person who seemed to get under your skin, twisting your thoughts and feelings.

Hiro was yet to figure out if the boy did it intentionally or not, perhaps manipulation was just on of his characteristics he'd grown up with? It wasn't like Kaminari seemed used them in a malicious way, it was just curious that they had somehow started their session with a discussion about Kaminari's feelings and ended it with an argument about Hiro's cat. The flow of conversation had been turning so fast Hiro barely had time to grip onto it before being forced along. He hadn't even realised 'till after the session was over! This meeting was a definite black mark on his impeccable record.

Hiro sighed, swiveling around on his chair. Kaminari Denki was certainly an interesting, if not frustrating, person.

"Tomura, you've recovered at last."

The hand-villain was standing in an empty bar, glaring at the screen as it spoke. Sitting at the bar next to him, was a hooded figure and Kurogiri. Both of them eyed the pair from their peripheral vision.

"The Phoenix has agreed," the screen tilted towards the hidden figure, who shifted nervously in response, "seal the deal with him, Caduceus, I'm sure you've had time to prepare by now."

The figure flinched, cloak shaking slightly, as they bowed their head respectfully."Yes, Sensei."

"Good. Tomura, you arrange the rest."

The hand-villain nodded. "Of course, Sensei."

The screen turned black.

"The goods, I have them."

Denki frowned at the scruffy man standing in front of him. They were standing in a dingy alleyway, the sun had long since scurried away, leaving the clouds crying at its departure.

He crossed his arms, ignoring the pelting rain, "Give me the stuff and then I'll pay you."

The man grinned, caressing the package in his hand. "Well," he sighed, almost regretfully if it weren't for that glint in his eyes, "this is quite valuable. But I'm afraid the cash comes fir-"

The man collapsed, a spark of electricity dancing on the back of the man's neck.

Denki bent down and pried the box from the man's fingers.

He sighed, tucking the package away, "you made it harder on yourself," he frowned, "I would've given you the money." Denki stepped over the corpse, ambling in the direction of Kaede's house. "Thanks for the business," he muttered.

"I'm bored."

Kurama snorted, magazine covering half as he lounged on the couch. "Then go out and kill someone, no one cares what you do, stupid racoon."

"But my chakra," Shukaku whined, pouting as he curled up into a ball on the floor.

Matatabi scoffed, buffing her claws and preening at them, "I thought you didn't care about your chakra, Mr I-hate-this-stupid-dimension."

Shukaku scowled. "I don't. But I also don't want to be the first to leave."

She huffed, retracting her claws and turning to glare at the raccoon. "Then that's your fault for being an idiot with your chakra."

"...I'm bored."

Kurama only sighed.

Kaede studied the bottle in Denki's hand. They were at her apartment, a cloud of smoke enclosing them from their surroundings.

"So this is the famous drug, Trigger." She sighed, resting a hand on her hip and looking at Denki critically, "these have been produced in America, right?"

Denki nodded, setting himself down on the floor. "They have."

Kaede-san stared at him for a couple seconds, before snatching the box out of his hands and tossing him a piece of paper.

"I'll believe you," she said, raising an eyebrow, "but only because I'm your boss. If these are fake I'm firing you."

"Ah, about that." Denki eye-smiled, getting up from where he was squatting,"I quit."

Kaede sighed, rolling her eyes at him. "Oh well, figured it was about time. You've expended your use for me, haven't you," she smirked. "You've already gained both information and trust from an information broker, me."

Denki gave her a crooked smile. "As observant as always, Kaede-san."

She snorted, waving her hand at him. "Begone, I'll hunt you down later if these are fake."

He gave her a small salute and left.

Phoenix: The Immortal Villain

Phoenix was once a widely regarded villain before the age of heroes. He possessed a quirk that gave him the qualities of a phoenix, most notably, immortality.

Phoenix fell from power when the villain, All for One, emerged. It was rumoured that, while the villain's quirk granted him immortality, he was unable to heal himself, only others.

Phoenix is suspected to still be alive, barely.

Apart from healing and regenerative abilities, Phoenix's combat abilities remain unknown. Though he is suspected to have fire-related powers.

The current location of the Phoenix is unknown,