Twice Inheritor
By: The Inkblot Bros
Beta: Heliosion
Disclaimer: We do not claim ownership of MHA, FSN, DxD Rick & Morty, or anything else in this fic.
Ch.26: USJ Pt I (We promise to get it right this time!)
The soft sound of the droning bus engine, the rambunctious cries of his excited classmates… Truly this was his paradise away from the tedium of classes, utter boredom of hero training and the crazy shit of pregnant women who wanted fugu with every fucking meal like they wanted to play Russian roulette…
Ignoring the slight PTSD inducing antics of Irisviel Midoriya (the wedding didn't matter to her she claimed… now wasn't that a trap to step into), school hadn't been all that exciting to say the least. Normal classes that any school covered were covered again with any free evening by Aoko. The poison of normality was squeezed out somewhat by missions, odd jobs and explorations across certain places (chores basically) in the Multiverse had filled the time the boring training and other hero related stuff couldn't. He had good times though, made new comrades, dodged others… well Momo mostly, really just her (Bakugo didn't count) as she hadn't really let go of whatever the hell she wanted to get from him in his time as the 'Hunter' (she made him reminisce about poor choices by doing so) and made rivals.
That didn't include Bakugo, weird alien armour aside that Izuku was waiting for Bakugo to talk about. Pain in the asses, dickwads, explosion freaks… these were not rivals, people to test your mettle on. The closest was the 'Icy Hot' kid who kept glaring at him for some reason like he'd walked in on Izuku kissing his autographed photograph and declaring his eternal love. Izuku's inbuilt 'ignore assholes' special ability had made it impossible for him to even remember his name until the kid tried to hurt him.
Then Izuku typically remembered the name long enough to obliterate them and about a hundred miles of scenery then forget it all over again with generic assholes.
Still as he dozed on this bus, this very special bus where time alone was permitted, relaxing was permitted, haunting cries of 'fugu' at two in the morning didn't exist and he didn't want to build a shrine to Belldandy for keeping his pregnant partner alive, the stuff at home had been better. He had connected some to the people who shared his class better, especially Connla, the guy everyone dubbed the fall guy of the Super Sentai Squad. Izuku considered him a brother from another mother after going through a few rounds and if he stepped out of line Scáthach was there to let Izuku win any arguments they had.
The sexy times had been great too now that he thought of his beloved Scáthach. Then sexy times were soured when pregnant Iri started getting subconscious of her body and there wasn't even a bump showing. The reverse was true as her hormones drove Iri rather ravenous for more than food, sometimes at the same time. Poor Altria, her loyal companion was becoming a lesbian one way or another if Irisviel Midoriya had anything to do with it.
With the other members of the team they had conducted a few safe trips to other worlds as well. Sakura especially had been a treat to see as she blushed, squealed and generally behaved like a normal little girl when they visited unicorn world.
He had taken many pictures.
Illya was more rambunctious, causing trouble on a world where sweets were illegal (Zelretch the asshole suggested it for the hot springs promised to soothe sore bodies which didn't exist) and they had to leave after Arcueid asked for a chocolate cake, a crime that gave you the death penalty and Shiki had been forced to level a building bigger than the Empire State so they could get away from the 'telepathic anti-chocolate police'.
That was not a phrase he ever expected to say again in his life.
Oh, and not forgetting his dearest daughter from before and her 'antics' she had dropped a mint on the way out… Rick sent him a message asking why the chocolate world was under siege by mint eating rebels a week later and that was after Rick had to take medicine to fight off the heart attack from laughing so hard.
Skuld helped him out with his revenge by punting the old man with her hammer.
Still some good had come from their first jaunts into the Multiverse. Aoko had become really close to Izuku in a way that hadn't really been resolved until recently. She always stood by his side enjoying the experience of this new life. The only time they hadn't was when they brought Chao along to study a world filled with organic batteries that floated around like flower petals sitting on top of a river. The faint orange bioluminesce they produced were strong enough to blot out the twin suns the planet had and Chao had taken full advantage in the tents later. Aoko had been absent a lot that time…
"And I was bam and blast then everything was magnificent!" The French guy with the navel laser as it was called (his names had been better) stated with a aplum. Izuku opened an eye and shook his head gently to clear the debris from his tired brain. He was a bear with a hangover when woken up against his will. Ochako was the first thing to see as the gentle and of course adorable girl was a good school friend. "It was a shame that we couldn't see Bakugo-san compete with Manwh-Midoriya-san called into the office before we could start."
He had stopped the insult that was becoming a little TOO common when both the aggrieved Bakugo and Izuku growled in synch, the latter for more than just the nickname that was going too far.
There had been a whole segment of their class time a week back devoted to what had been a battle simulation of heroes defeating villains in an enclosed space, a facsimile of a block of Japanese apartments who had a nuclear weapon of all things as something to protect when you were meant to detonate bombs right? It might have been interesting (the bragging had been nonstop from the winners) as random teammates were allocated to add some difficulty and to teach people about cooperating with others. Izuku had been looking forward to it, dressed up in his hero garb designed like the rest for free from Vajra Industries and listening to the rules hoping Tsuyu and he would get picked together so they would need to talk to one another when a Rick thing struck.
It was always a Rick thing. Rick had to ruin any fun this school had. During the explanation of what they were all going to be doing that day while All Might was cosplaying himself in his silver age costume, the teacher's phone had beeped several times over the multiversal chat app. While Izuku was eye rolling loud enough to shatter glass, the blushing teacher had apologised then excused himself to read what was a love note from his beau. Problem was (Izuku wished it had been a lovesick dude who couldn't turn his phone off) it had been in fact Summer, potential love interest informing the ceiling worshipping guy that Grandpa Rick was on a bender and threatening to destroy their world with a Kaiju of all things.
Izuku had immediately broken several schoolroom etiquette rules, stepped back to call home and asked for a status update. During Chao's explanation that a series of satellites she had at some point launched into orbit from his back garden detected a massive energy build up from Nezu's office bathroom someone took the time to use the dreaded 'Manwhore' word. Izuku, rather irate at the asshole who escaped detection to be added on his shit list had immediately caught All Might's gaze by coughing loudly and the man had allowed his student to go and investigate. His mind had been filled with Cthulhu style ritual sacrifice or other generic crazy shit as he had went to the back of the building and leapt three stories to land in the open window of the principal's office.
But his wild imagination was not capable of being wild enough to expect this scenario. Truly, the most gifted storywriter in the Multiverse could not have written a scenario like this. Walking in hastily, he had not been expecting the growing Kaiju to be his headmaster. The sword hero knew people hated their teachers (or in Rick's case the immortal liver of a furry animal) sometimes but this was not what he had in mind with this little job. Nezu was bright pink, like a furry salmon, shimmering the spectrum of the red to pink colour scheme and growing faster than puff pastry in an oven. The poor ermine was trying to hide in the adjoining bathroom as the light show, seizure triggering also was getting through his thick blackout blinds the intelligent animal used for privacy and everyone was going to think he was holding a rave.
The afternoon had degenerated from there.
Fighting, screaming, shouting, brawling, goddesses who were screaming while throwing bricks at demented grandpas who had indulged in rage inducing plants that you could smoke, which weirdly enough spoke only in Esperanto concluded in a deal with said insane scientist who had a remote causing nanites in Nezu's body to behave like a nightclub everything had been settled. They had the remote, (dildo shaped because 'fuck you' was what the old fart said) Rick had demonstrated his first version of 'Izuku anti-weaponry' by making the kid forget what UBW was for a second and they had constructed a memory wiping device so everyone forgot the ten minutes Nezu had been stomping through campus asking everyone to behave themselves.
Yeah, like he wasn't the one making the JSDF scramble fighter jets.
Oh, and fixing that roof had been a bitch. Thanks for helping Rick! Not!
"Are you okay?" Ochako asked, her adorable eyes scrunched together in thought. "You looked aggravated for some reason."
"No reason really," Izuku muttered, sitting back and enjoying the peace he had earned. After this nice and easy field trip it was back to the insanity. At this rate he was going to need more than Belldandy's miracles and actually send her on a course to become a master sushi chef. "Just a rodent problem I fixed."
The brunette gave him a confused look. Again she was being adorable with the way she tilted her head. Would she forever be the one known as adorable even when she was a grandma? Izuku sighed and enjoyed how his thoughts could be inane and not focused on world ending stuff, Rick, Zelretch, Iri's invincible digestive system, Rick, Zelretch and Chao making jokes about joining the pudding club. Now it was all thoughts of Ochako being adorable, his estranged girlfriend Tsuyu and most importantly how to win her over.
Come to think of it that last one wasn't not stressful. It was very stressful in fact. Izuku sighed, transforming it into a groan worthy of a hungry orc that couldn't reach its food. The conversation stopped in its wake then resumed once his mouth was closed. Thor would've been proud of that battlecry… he thought anyway.
Funnily enough, adorable Ochako was about the only one unaffected by the battlecry. "You would think they would call in an exterminator or something for that, not ask a student." She adorably shuddered. "What did you do in the end?"
Izuku gave a little laugh, like most women it seemed even Ochako didn't like rodents, and even grossed out Ochako was adorable. "What everyone does with pests," he answered airly. "Besides it was just one big one."
Ochako made a face like she'd sucked on a lemon. "That makes it even worse!" Naturally, Izuku found it adorable.
"So where do you think we're going?" Tsuyu, AKA his normal teenage problem, who was sitting in the seat across from him along with Mina had asked, mainly for Ochako's sake. The power of friendship truly was amazing, turning icy ice queen upset with your very existence into someone who talked in your general presence.
Ochako was being… no adorable was not the word here… Hmm, yes Izuku decided she was being an asset. That began with an A.
Izuku sat up at Tsuyu talking to him but remembered to play it cool albeit he had already failed already. "Who knows? It probably won't be anything we can't handle though." He smirked, hiding the complicated feelings of his beloved frog girl at bay. 'She's talking to me! She's talking to me!'
Truly, a bad boy was Midoriya Izuku, hailed throughout the land as the legendary Manwhore within a few weeks and when girls talked to him he was the perfect chameleon, transforming into one. Illya would be giving him Ruby by the end of the week if she had heard the way he thought about Tsuyu talking to him without the glare promising testicular amputation.
'Nothing you think you can't handle you mean,' Tsuyu corrected mentally. She'd seen him defeat a god at one point, okay the word she might've used was 'troll' the God into defeat. He had used ranged tactics than exchanging blows, but the point stood and the frog girl had heard the story of how he levelled Manhattan once after a sleepover. What else was her (currently at hiatus) boyfriend capable of? He likely found these exercises, which were meant to challenge them physically and mentally, monotonous, a nuclear missile versus a caveman's crude club. There was no comparison between this bus load of students and her boyfriend. He could probably swing a single one of those Noble Phantasms and a generation of heroes would be sprinkled on family tombs. To someone like him who had seen actual combat, these drills and practices were likely nothing more than children at play, people playing at war with wooden swords and petty insults.
In truth, that annoyed Tsuyu a little bit. They had all tried to hard to get into Yuuei though the entrance exam, and he treated it like a game, cheapening her lifelong desired accomplishment almost as she knew there wasn't a drop of arrogance in his words. Again, wherever they were going was likely going to be a serious training exercise, a snifter of what was to come in the years to come and Izuku was entirely unenthusiastic, unlike everyone else extremely excited for this taster of their futures.
Despite his current bored demeanor however, the frog girl knew that if push came to shove, Izuku would have their backs in a dangerous situation, a last trump card that could fight All Might on equal terms if the guy ever went evil. This thought reassured her as the bus rolled to a stop in front of a large multi-domed structure.
Nothing could possibly go wrong today. She could feel it!
"Alright everybody off." Aizawa was his usual cheery self, making the words 'bored sounding' and 'emo' have pictures of him in the dictionary next to them. He was still glaring at Izuku in class, at the training exercises, when he ate and once the word 'delinquent' had been heard by the rather bored looking teacher.
It was going to be a long road with this teacher. At least All Might, ceiling worshipping guy and handsy headmaster Nezu, the guy who paid Aizawa had his back.
They filed off the bus one by one, with Class 1-B following close behind them, embarking from their own bus. Blood King led the way, followed close behind by Neito Monoma, the asshole twat monger whom even the friendly Pony was muttering insults in English that Moron-oma (that nickname was going to stay) would likely not want to understand.
Itsuka and the woman in question Pony, along with a girl Itsuka had introduced once as Yui Kodai made their way over to Izuku the moment they got off the bus. Ever since word of what Moron-oma did got back to 1-B, the blonde boy had been snubbed by his classmates, the war like girls in particular. By contrast Midoriya was seen in a positive light, even more so than before and no Manwhore comments came through their lips. It wasn't hard to shine like God's backside with the circumstances. Not only did he show up late for a meeting with the principal to help out their classmate, but he also defended her honor when one of their own classmates pulled a mean prank on her.
Izuku could probably kick a puppy and get away with it. That was how much class B liked him at the moment, not that he would kick a cute, defenceless baby dog of course… Unless it was a cerberus, hellhound...
"Hey partner, ready for this?" Pony asked upon reaching his side, thus interrupting the mental diarrhoea coming out of his thoughts. She was meant to be timid but never had Izuku seen this behavior.
"As I'll ever be," Izuku replied, his gaze never leaving the Unforeseen Simulation Joint. He knew what it was of course, his company helped Space Hero Thirteen rebuild it after the last one burned down when someone forgot to turn off the old Fire Zone.
"I would expect nothing less from you Midoriya-san," Itsuka commented offhandedly. The 'big sis' of 1-B had come to see Midoriya as the dependable sort in the short time she'd known him. The boys in her class froze and started muttering something, the 'word' not being one of them. It was nice that Izuku didn't need to sic Connla on them all day. His blood brother had his uses and his Gáe Bolg could disappear at will, taking the evidence of his deeds, mainly tripping people on the stairs with him.
"Good morning Midoriya-san. I hope today finds you well?" Yui asked kindly, her usual kind expression on her face. She was the sort of nice girl that when she liked the person talking to her, the sun sort of shone around him like a halo, like she was telling that person that she was worthy to see her in her true form.
He turned and offered the trio a brief smile. "Same as always thanks. You girls nervous?"
"A little," Yui admitted while both Pony and Itsuka just nodded while looking at the USJ. It had to be rather foreboding to anyone who hadn't seen the blueprints for the place while eating cold pizza with Chao.
As the group made their way towards the building, Izuku told the group around him, which included Mina, Tsuyu, Ochako, and Kirishima. "Don't be, it's not anything you can't handle. If I start to worry though, then you can feel free to panic."
Everyone laughed nervously but it broke the tension that had been building.
"Somebody's overconfident," Mina teased, jumping on the bandwagon of blowing it off as they headed through the doors to the spacious lobby where a man in a space suit three sizes too big for his body waited.
"Not at all. I just know my limits and that this won't even begin to test them." The snow-haired boy had replied moments before Uraraka went total fangirl over Thirteen, much to his amusement. 'Note to self, make sure to get her his autograph. Adorable fan girl face would be nice to see.'
The teenager shook away slightly sadistic thoughts of holding the autograph over her head and making her adorably jump up to get it. He could already see Ochako jumping up and down to reach it, jiggling...
Thirteen, the guy who Ochako was fangirling over had just finished explaining the reason for this place while Izuku was sinfully distracted by the darker recesses of his brain. He caught the gist of it. It was to train heroes in different environments under safe controlled conditions, when he noticed All Might hadn't arrived.
What was it this time? Cat stuck in a tree? Old lady needing to cross the road? Beth not noticing the dimensional time difference or did he have a ceiling to worship? Izuku lamented how that last insult was never going to leave him ever. His hero worship took a surprise attack to the gonads every time it came up.
It was still coughing up spit from the pain and not getting back up anytime soon.
"He got stuck in traffic but he's on his way," Aizawa commented. Thirteen perked up at the announcement. Why did everyone just gain a battery charge when All Might appeared? Was it his publicity firm? Sir Nighteye's predicting the future and squashing the parts that only Izuku got to see from the public?
Izuku thought about starting a blog to show off his mentor's ceiling worshipping antics and the fact he had the heart of a ten year old girl on her first date but it would be pretty obvious who started it. It was only his 'good' fortune that he saw this side. The autobiography was going to be an eye opener or eye sore.
Take your pick. Either one could apply. All Might was better off waiting until he was six feet under before he published it regardless. The dedication from his best and only real student was not going to be flattering.
"Excellent! Well anyway, shall we get started?!"
Izuku raised his hand, curiosity getting the better of him and an impulsive need to know just how much he could get away with here.
"Thirteen-sensei?"
The classes turned and corralled around him like cowboys on a cattle drive. All of a sudden, this question seemed more trouble than it was worth.
"Yes, um?"
"Midoriya Izuku sir," Izuku politely stated, adding to the introduction by bowing like the polite Japanese gent he was. "How dangerous is this place to us?"
Tsuyu gave him a stink eye at that question and he wilted like a flower. Why was she so pissed at him now? Ochako on the other hand was pumping her hand in the air and making a face that might have been meant to be determined but came out as adorable instead. This girl was never going to be taken seriously at this rate but who cared?
It was adorable!
"I am glad one of you is safety conscious," Thirteen said happily. Izuku noticed Bakugo glaring at him like the teen had been caught giving his mother anal while she was dressed as a cheerleader. Izuku blushed at the image and shook his head. Now was not a good time to be fantasising about the asshole's hot tempered sexy Milf mom. "Each zone is specially designed with unique safety features that lower the risk to you and your classmates as much as we can without rendering the exercise superfluous to the goal it was intended for. For example the fire zone…"
"The reason this place burned down last time?" Connla muttered. Mithra kicked him in the shin, her boobs swaying in her uniform.
Izuku was more impressed Connla even knew that. He was not really the academic type. Chao had even admitted that she was worried she might have had to hack the computer system to get Connla in.
"... With complete CO2 gas chamber that puts out the fire in an emergency. Does that alleviate any of your concerns Midoriya-san?"
'I wasn't concerned,' Izuku thought but nodded anyway. "Do we have full camera surveillance?"
"Wherever possible yes…"
"Midoriya-san," Aizawa said with a clipped tone that screamed at him, 'Shut up you damn delinquent!'. "We have a lot to do today and we haven't even gotten the chance to get you changed into your uniforms that Vajra industries was kind enough to supply the school at no cost. Go put them on now."
The 'Before I strangle you delinquent with your own tongue' was not missed by Izuku's ears.
Everyone ran off to the changing room cheering at getting to try on their new duds again. The group that knew what the Multiverse was were slower, not as enchanted with the concept of a battle costume. Hell, Tsuyu was slow paced and together they entered to change into their hero attire.
What came out was rather boring to be honest. Connla looked like a miniature of daddy murderer in his lancer form and was a bit too blue for his liking, like the guy was wearing a factory defect gimp suit to be honest. Mithra on the other hand blew him away again, wearing a modified version of a shrine maiden's outfit with more leg and arm revealed so to move around easier and tight enough in the chest for her ample bosom to quietly mock not so endowed women everywhere. Ka'Ja, meanwhile was a stereotypical predator, minus the laser cannon and the sharp stick of doom. She was still sexy as fuck though.
Yeah, Izuku didn't even discriminate aliens anymore. Truly, Rick would be proud that being another species was no longer a deterrent to his dating pool.
"I'll say this again Izu-ku-kun." Her stuttering at being made to use his first name was adorable. She was being so brave. She deserved a trip to unicorn land. "I should've asked them not to make it skin tight," pouted Ochako is a pink, skin tight outfit.
Adorable was upgraded to attractive with the way that thing clinged to her body. Tsuyu had to clear her throat before his inspection took a tour of the hills on top of her chest. Tsuyu made a pose and Izuku nodded approvingly, the girl blushing, pouting outrageously with her tongue flying in the wind for a minute before zipping in faster than a zip line. She frog marched herself over to Mina in embarrassment.
'I will never understand women," Izuku mused. "Not without a lot of drugs anyway," he added out loud, stretching out his arms in an attempt to get the uncomfortable kink out of his body at the situation with Tsuyu. "Where's Gilgamesh when you need something to punch and make the world make sense?"
"Gather round class for we are about to begin our first session. Today I will show you a presentation of what we do here and then…" Thirteen was about to give them the grand tour when a black mist began to spread out in front of them, engulfing the entire stadium. Thick billowing clouds of vile oozing gas discharged like the shadow of a monstrous beast falling from the sky above.
Izuku was immediately on edge when instinct made him look up to see if there was a giant beast about to fall on top of him and found nothing. It was nice it hadn't happened again, that damn German named dragon that demon lord had used as a mount long ago had tried that trick once. He had rammed Ascalon through its belly for that crap.
'This is either a ghost section which don't exist in this realm or my wish for shit to be normal was ignored again.' The boy hero stared up at the empty sky again, where God was meant to hang out and mentally gave him the middle finger.
Just one day, god damn it!
"Izuku?" Tsuyu questioned, invisible from the smoke. Seeing him tense up before she and her classmates had been swallowed, Tsuyu reached for her Kusarigama. You had to be Bakugo or Moron-oma not to know this was not part of the exercise. Out of the corner of her eye, smoke clearing Asui noted that Pony, Itsuka, and Yui had also prepared for a fight, taking Izuku's previous words to heart.
The smog stopped polluting the air by rapidly drawing itself into one point and took the form of a man, someone who made Izuku immediately sense as not normal to this world or maybe perhaps not native. Inside or around this warp quirk villain, the teen was aware that something was there that didn't belong at first glance. The 'wrong' person introduced himself.
It was nice to see villains with manners. Izuku was more used to pointless insults or inside references that only their universe could possibly understand.
"Good evening heroes, my name is Kurogiri," the smog man said, bowing, "And this is my leader," he added, confirming the usage of teleportation by summoning raggedy Ann, a dude with a face like a badly sewn needlepoint hankerchief or a dead bum left to rot in the desert. On his body were several disembodied hands that looked like trophies from some kind of serial killer worthy murdering spree or a macabre collection that his parents should really have steered him away from. The crazy eyes the damn fucker had told Izuku that at least in one area, sanity the guy was missing a few eggs in his basket. "Shigaraki…"
"We don't need to introduce ourselves to trash mobs," the crazy fucker stated. He was indeed bat shit crazy, joy...
Izuku found himself in a tough spot. On the one hand, he knew damn well that these were villains. They likely had no qualms about killing a bunch of up and coming kid heroes who had never seen combat before. The easiest way to handle this situation would be to kill them. However, the boy knew if he did that, he would go from delinquent to murderer in need of arresting in Aizawa's eyes. He couldn't afford to have the man getting in his way in the midst of a fight, not when even the slightest distraction could be potentially lethal. If not for him then one of his classmates.
'Looks like I'm playing with kiddie gloves on this one,' Izuku thought to himself.
"Kurogiri, how are things going?"
"All Might does not seem to be present Tomura-san." The smoke-like entity respectfully replied. The man known as Tomura twitched at his name being outed anyway. He scratched at his face, blood dripping from his sharp nails as his cheek bled freely.
Izuku really hoped it wasn't a blood fetish. Those were really weird!
"Eh?!" The now named Tomura complained loudly, swiftly changing moods, another sign of a deranged idiot. What was his quirk? He hoped the insanity wasn't quirk induced, Izuku was not Rick and had issues with attacking the mentally infirm. "But we completed the stealth mission for the boss spawn and everything!" The clearly deranged man looked over the hero course students before giving a malicious grin. Turning back to his compatriot he asked, "Do you think we need to take out the trash mobs to summon the raid boss Kurogiri?"
"It certainly wouldn't hurt Tomura-san."
In an explosion of smoke, choking, acrid smoke that smelt 'wrong' even more like the 'wrong' was gaining ground, the taste of industrial chemicals sprayed without restraint in his nose, an enormous group of villains appeared.
This was more like it if not in reverse order. It had been a first for the boss battle to come before the minions… crap he was doing the same thing as the crazy guy!
Tomura shouted to the assembled villains. "You heard him, scrubs take out the trash mob!"
The assembled villains looked to one another.
"Scrubs?" The innocent curiosity of meat shield number 205 (Izuku labelled him as such in his head) was met by a barking laugh from the crazy guy with the face of a melted wellington boot left to burn in dog shit.
"Yeah," Tomura said childishly, "You just joined the guild, and this is our first big raid quest so take out the trash mob you low levels!"
One of the nameless villains looked to Mina and the rest of the girls. Leering at them, the minion or 'dead minion 1' made his impending visit to the hospital all the more justified.
"Hey boss, if we beat 'em, can we uh, have some fun with them?"
Tomura replied uncaringly. "You can keep any drops you find, I don't care, I just want All Might."
"Hey boys, you think their panties count as drops?" asked dead minion 1, causing the others around him to start sniggering and gain matching grins.
"You're never gonna find out!" Mina declared with false bravado.
"Mina." The pink girl looked to Izuku who'd spoken, his voice dark and full of warning. "Be quiet. These guys aren't screwing around."
With a sick smile on his face one of the goons fired back. "Not yet we're not."
Said goon tasted fist, shattering through teeth and bone in an instant. Izuku waited until he was halfway through his trip to the ground where he flipped forward, channeling centrifugal force into a kick that broke the guy's leg clean at the knee. The guy howled, screaming at his ruined knee but was not allowed to be in agony in peace for long as the angry hero grabbed said broken limb and threw him round and round so the projectile the goon made smashed into 'dead minion 1' with enough force that goon's head broke the fucker's nose and knocked both of them out.
Every villain except for the two main acts immediately found out they weren't getting an easy day at work and backed away from the first two victims like they were made of the plague.
"What the hell?" muttered a tiger man, big and strong looking with muscles bulging underneath his thick orange and striped fur. His tail was revealing the fear that his stoic animal like face hid pretty well.
"Did that kid?" asked a guy with wild magenta hair, around six feet tall with a lightning motif. Izuku thought the dude had a terrible hairdresser.
"Yeah I think he just killed them both…" whimpered a guy with big mouse like ears and a buck tooth large enough to open beer cans for a living. The two broken people groaned in pain. "Nope, business as usual." He wiped his sweaty brow. "We haven't made a wrong turn and gatecrashed a villain training course."
Izuku took a step forward, grinning as everyone took a step back in turn. He took another one, then another until he was strolling to the growing gap of people who left their broken allies to their misery. Upon reaching his downed adversaries (polite term as chumps was more appropriate) Izuku stopped and took to the air, he aimed and traced a beautiful series of spears, all ordinary with no great legacy other than having taken part in the Boshin war. These gorgeous tools of the samurai were donated by a museum Izuku had seen on a world where the samurai were still in control. To add some bite to the ordinary weapons he reinforced the intricate weapons and fired them in a perfect circle around the whole perimeter of the circle with the two broken villains inside. They thundered into the soft ground, cracking concrete, spewing smoke and powdered masonry around the entire area, blinding everyone in the vicinity.
"Midoriya!" barked Aizawa, "Get yourself back here now!"
There was an eerie silence after that. Nobody talked, a silence that permeated almost completely except when people coughed or spluttered. Izuku listened for those sounds, listening with Reinforced hearing and picked his targets. He picked up a spear, altered it to lose its deadly point and started punting the spears, one by one in the general direction of those sounds. He was deadly accurate, missing not a single target. With the last one he scooped up 'dead minion one', the goon and in one stroke threw them like bloody projectiles into the static mob of villains. His last spear, blade included was then swung around him at incredible speed to clear the smoke.
The rapidly spewing dust storm blinded the villains for just long enough for Izuku to alter the spear to lose its deadly metallic head and in one movement turned it into a staff.
Izuku vanished in a burst of speed, reappearing in the air with the spear being swung like a club. It cracked off one villain, a tall one with a perfectly cube head, snapping in the process and turning into prana particles. He reached into UBW, panning it like he was looking for gold and found something nonlethal, a beautiful set of tonfa that had belonged to a prominent martial artist family going back six generations. He spun them on both arms, clicked them into position and proceeded to send several mooks flying with the air pressure from the swings. The beautiful weapons cracked from the pressure as well and Izuku made them disappear to be replaced with a pair of nunchucks.
"Get the trash mob!" Tomura screeched, "He's only a sub boss until All Might arrives!"
His order bolstered the flagging morale of the minions and they all in turn either charged straight for the boy hero or his classmates.
His classmates braced for combat but were stopped by Thirteen and Aizawa who were herding them to safety but it was like herding cats. Bakugo and Icy Hot looked ready to join the fighting but were stopped by the strong arms of their sensei, whom was barking orders at them. One eye was reserved for the 'delinquent' that ignored his commands.
Izuku didn't notice this blatant expression of Aizawa's anger and instead resumed his attack. Several black keys came into life and he transformed them into shuriken shapes to fling for better accuracy. They clipped several shadows and pinned many would be foes that would harm his fellow students to the spot. They in turn were run down by the heaving melee of foes following close behind. For those guys, Izuku swung a traced Muramasa blade of wind to send them packing, scattering like leaves in the wind.
As for his own position, Izuku finally noticed something was amiss, his One For All wasn't working. He looked to see his teacher glaring at him harshly. Izuku's head twitched to the approaching mess of warriors including Tiger Man, Magenta Hair and Mouse Maestro as Izuku had called them in his head leading at the vanguard. Aizawa bared his teeth at his student but took a hint and looked away to intercept the villains that had slipped past the black keys.
The message was clear though. 'This wasn't over!'.
"So many detentions are in my future," Izuku groused, dismissing the Muramasa sword so he was capable of swinging the nunchucks like a master, impregnating their history and owner into his being. They had actually come from a Bruce Lee movie set and his body mimicked the Jeet Kune Do their legacy helpfully provided.
"What the fuck?" Tiger Man stated, skidding to a stop, his bare tiger feet creating tracks in the pulverized concrete.
"I did not sign up to fight Bruce Fucking Lee!" bitched Magenta Hair, "My hair is ruined!"
"I knew I should've asked for cash up front!" Mouse Man complained, whining with a screeching tone to match any startled rodent.
"No comments from the peanut gallery!" Izuku said, leaping again into the air and spinning to land in front of Tiger Man. He barely had time to growl until a very hard piece of metal smashed his feline nose in. He gurgled with his breath compromised by his smashed orifice and stepped back, landing on his ass and squealing as that had also made him land with his full weight onto his tail. Izuku kicked the guy in the ribs and sent him sliding across the floor, further abusing the poor guy's tail that had almost all its fur burned off from friction.
"I did not sign up for this!" repeated Magenta Guy. "My hair and this dust…" The man helped Izuku out by pulling out a mirror of all things and trying to fix his strange hairdo. "My trademark," he whined piteously. His pathetic state was replaced by despair as Izuku traced a Bakuya, dropping his nunchucks and threw it, drawing a Kanshou into his now empty hand and used it to buzz the poor guy's hair nearly to the scalp. He flipped backwards then in a pattern so the last blade followed a path to land right in front of Mouse Man's crotch, missing by millimeters but enhanced eyes allowed Izuku to clip the belt of the guy. His pants fell down, revealing he was a fan of women's underwear.
The frills and those hairy legs would haunt Izuku for the rest of his life.
"My precious," moaned Mouse Man, dropping down to his butt and shielding his panties, pink to make it worse. Izuku took pity and blunted the sword in his hand to fling it like a baton. It smacked the guy in the crotch and hard enough to send him face first into the dirt. He turned his head, covered in dirt and foam coming from his mouth. "I… regret… nothing…"
Izuku was never more grateful for someone passing out as that guy did. He picked up the Bakuya that had been in front of Mouse Man, removed its edge and flipped it into the air. He booted it and watched as it missiled into the crowd, tagging a guy with a rocker motif, chains and everything with face paint Kiss would've been happy to rock with. He stepped backwards, provoking the mob that had stopped and picked up his nunchucks again.
Everyone and their grandmother were ready to murder the cocky punk in front of them. Just like Izuku planned.
"Wow," Aoyama said, Izuku's enhanced ears picked up his words as he was talking to someone. "The Manwhore is doing pretty well."
"Why does the boss always hog all the fun?" Connla whined. "I could totally take them all and look cool in front of all the girls."
"Shut up," Mithra said flatly. Moments later Connla squeaked in pain as Mithra had disciplined him, the lancer wannabe rubbing his poor abused shin.
Izuku's attention was soon returned to the horde of assholes coming right at him. They had all converged on one spot, encircling him for they still thought numbers was going to win the game apparently. It was sort of cute really, morons will be morons and all that. Frankly Izuku, asides from having a little fun felt this fight was not really going anywhere. He still knew nothing about their objectives, goals etc. For a bunch of idiots being led by a NEET gamer, he was going to cut to the chase.
Having to keep everything non-lethal was time consuming. He should carry around some better stuff for the rare moments when explosions and broken weapons couldn't solve situations.
You lived and you learned as they would say. Izuku would try to take notes for later but he had better things to do at the moment.
"Kurogiri was it?" Izuku enquired. The fear he had created made the villains let him by until he was totally surrounded. The smoke guy oozing 'wrong' that Izuku didn't quite know what it was yet ignored him entirely, uninterested perhaps? Was this confidence? Arrogance? The 'wrong' affecting his cognitive functions? It was hard to read a guy without a face. He persisted to getting warp guy, a known factor to talk to him, figure him out a little. Aoko always said that half the battle was intelligence. "Why do you want to meet All Might?"
"I'm not talking to a sub boss!" Tomura said, pouting as his childish bitching became the emotional level of an angry three year old denied ice cream.
"I wasn't talking to you," Izuku said, stoking the fires of temper tantrums everywhere. Tomura swelled, reddening, adding yet more ugly qualities to a face that already made him look like a piece of sausage that had been abused by a chainsaw. His easy show of his emotions left Izuku another avenue of information if the more dangerous Kurogiri kept silent. Squeaky villain wannabes always felt the need to talk, to justify the hero's attention for more than two seconds. "Go back to your gameboy and let the big boys talk. We adults are going to have a coherent conversation."
Tomura if it was possible went absolutely crimson, scratching away at his face so hard the skin was peeling like an orange, a particularly abused and melted orange like someone had shoved acid on it and then set it on fire with a blow torch. He was obviously emotional disturbed, the hands 'thing' he was going for as a style was not intimidating but food for Freud admirers everywhere. He was so unable to use his emotions properly he was devolving into a…
Izuku knew a chance when he saw one. Giving the nunchucks the heave ho, he traced Archer's famous bow, pulled back an arrow with no head attached and fired. The shot was lazy for one fired from EMIYA's legendary bow, just below the speed of a normal arrow (making it pretty much lethargic compared to super sonic ones) and smacked Tomura in the stomach. That was when the NEET did something to draw his attention.
Tomura coughed and gripped the arrow that had left a horrible bruise on him and Izuku's eyes narrowed as it disintegrated to the point it was reduced to prana particles. That one shot told him so much about this odd pair. Neet could deconstruct matter, troublesome ability to be sure, the means of which was based in his hands and Kurogiri was just here to transport the trash and protect the manchild who needed to be sent to his room without hands… Izuku meant supper.
It was surprisingly hard for him to remember not to kill everything in sight. It would be so easy too seeing as Kurogiri for all his scariness couldn't respond to a projectile very well. NEET could barely respond to anything and whined like a bitch, a self entitled melted piece of fake dog shit that had barely anything to offer asides from his quirk. It would be so EASY to half his problems but this was his home world, the land where he originated and most importantly was his home base. He did not need murder charges and a life as a fugitive to worry about.
He could trash anywhere else in the Multiverse but not here.
This was a no killing zone. For now anyway. He wouldn't rule it out in the future.
"Stop fucking around!" Tsuyu cried. Izuku was startled by her voice. He looked away and a dude carrying a knife threw it at the distracted swordsman. He absently caught it with his hand, between his ring finger and index digit and then was knocked off balance by the blade being tugged out of his hand. The culprit, a strange little midget man, bald asides from a handlebar moustache and a nose that a career boxer would say reminded him just how much he had sucked caught the blade. He licked the edge like one of those psychos in the movies but only ended up cutting his tongue. "I know you can end this already! Please just finish this before someone gets hurt."
'Damn my heart,' Izuku complained internally, noting that he could probably with a few well chosen shots end this without much trouble. It was just the chance of killing someone that made him slightly hesitate. He had no weapon in UBW that could take out a group without a conclusion that would make a war crime feel jealous. He was not some bleeding heart nice guy. He had killed aliens, dragons, demon lords, Mandalorians… Still for Tsuyu he'd try anything once. 'Note to self try to remember to bring something non lethal…'
He had an eureka moment right there. If he didn't have anything non lethal at hand then he would just have to get creative.
The wrongness from Kurogiri suddenly flared up and Izuku abandoned that line of thought as older instincts took over. His muscle memory, his prana, everything shaped a glorious barbed spear that answered his call, flaring its demonic instincts at the crowd around him as he pointed and threw the monstrous Gáe Bolg at Kurogiri, whose wrongness had set off the primal instinct to kill whatever that 'wrongness' was.
That was when Izuku got a live demonstration on what the fuck a warp quirk was. The spear screamed towards the shadow man and was met by a portal that swallowed the weapon whole. In the far distance, just outside the stadium, an explosion occurred, glass from the ceiling shattered entirely in every pane, raining deadly shards of clear death onto the room. They indiscriminately targeted hero and villain alike only for the heroes they had a black hole making space man to suck up those shards. The villains were not as fortunate nor had caring paymasters as they were without fail wounded where they struck except for a few who had toughened skin.
Izuku absently snatched shards out of the air like confetti and dropped them at his feet, a garden of clear blades of grass that shone in the light and put the fear of God into his enemies, the god in this case being the fucker who caught everything that turned everyone else into a pinata.
The whole fight basically ended there as all the villains were pretty much immobilized except for those mentioned and the main villains who had briefly vanished in a warp gate then returned the second the glass ended showering like a deadly rainstorm.
The 'wrongness' flared again, building a presence that could be felt by the average mortal, churning like hate on a stick hung over a fire of poisonous anger and blood lust. It was like something being held back by a stopper like pressurised water. His prana senses could smell it, pulsing in his nose like a heartbeat, waves of ever increasing and disgusting prana. It clicked there and then. Something was trying to get out, a thing that…
"Midoriya!" Aizawa hissed, "Watch where you are aiming that damn thing!"
Izuku ignored the warning, Aizawa about as important as what Izuku had for breakfast at the moment traced and smashed his blood brother's version of his war hammer into the ground, kicking up more dirt and making what he wanted, a thunderous crash as godly lightning crashed through the heavens. Winds churned, clouds gathered and blotted out the sun leaving all the broken glass to dull like a well used sword. It deafened everyone long enough to for Izuku to ask a question, a theory what the 'wrong' was. It had only been when he again fought a certain dragon riding monster that he had sensed this before.
He did remember to take out the stragglers who weren't allergic to glass with a lightning bolt. They were twitching on the floor with their broken brothers. He had better not tell his brother about his accuracy. Knowing his brother he would demand a contest and mead.
"So you're a demon right Kurogiri?" Izuku asked this, earning a confirmation when that 'wrongness' welled up even harder and the teleporting guy stumbled, falling to his knees. It was not hard to see that Kurogiri was not in the driving seat as much as a vessel instead. It added a droplet of guilt to Izuku that he ruthlessly suppressed when his thoughts went to the notion that the shadow man was not in control of his actions. "What's stopping you from emerging I wonder?"
"Hey! What did you do to my partner sub boss!" Tomura growled. That was interesting. NEET wasn't in on this so he couldn't be the summoner. Magic didn't exist in this world anyway so this had to be an outside source, another traveler of the Multiverse as Izuku knew Zelretch was an ass, not a guy who risked people's lives like this. The notion of a hidden world of magic users in his dimension was a headache he really did not need nor did it fit the current affairs of the world. "Are you listening to me? I asked you a question sub boss!"
"Made you look," Izuku said quickly, throwing Mjolnir by the strap and letting it smash the ground in front of Tomura. The burst of lightning cutting through the dust shorted out what was left of NEET's brain, not that there was much to begin with, rendering him unconscious. If his fellow students couldn't hear this then NEET wasn't getting special treatment. Izuku opened out his hand and the hammer that could only be wielded by those worthy flew back into his hand.
As the dust settled, a billowing cloud that the Sahara would give a ten out of ten for Izuku remembered that the hammer was a bit incriminating, Momo being a very obvious candidate to recognise it and out his ass. He could change its shape, turn it into a triangle of doom for image sake but becoming Thor was a bad idea as well. In the end, he let it turn into prana and replaced it with a sword, a beautiful blade that had been tainted by the knight who had used it in vain. Clarent answered the call, the weapon that had been a symbol of kingship was eager to answer the call and Izuku was satisfied it could get rid of a demon easy enough.
"What is happening to me?" Kurogiri whimpered, his shape warping as it tried to change into something else. Something was prohibiting it though, something that was missing from the technique. Izuku scratched his head at what it could be until the 'wrong' simply turned the dial up to eleven. The filthy miasma poured through the air, infecting all with it in terror. Then without warning, Tomura started to glow, a seal of some sort appeared beneath him, then at his hands which also started their own light show and led to a feedback loop as arcane energy travelled from NEET to Kurogiri.
The 'wrongness' lapped it up, fed on it and Izuku braced himself as the ritual was completed, a demonic summoning was in progress and to his horror, the villains on the ground, broken and beaten turned into masses of brown flesh, stinking like a mouldy bread left out in the sun. On their heads, a crest appeared on their foreheads and burst open with crimson blood. They were bleeding until they were bled dry as their life force, swimming to the portal powered the ritual to bring this fucker to their world.
Symbolic gestures check, blood ritual tying the natives of one world to beckon an alien one into their world check… Well Izuku was pretty fucked as this sort of ritual was not stoppable until it was finished. To disrupt the ritual risked widening the portal and letting a legion of asshole demons through and that would be a tad hard to explain to Aizawa and everyone else.
What he would do to be allowed to use Rule Breaker right now… Stupid secret identity.
"Oh hey, by the way the Multiverse is real and we totally could be wiped out by a demonic horde like totally," Izuku drawled, his accent was an American teenage girl, an airhead to the max. He was frozen on what to do, sarcasm being the only thing he could do without getting angry and instead accepted that he had to wait this out.
It wasn't long until who was behind door number one wanted to tell it all about itself.
The portal was completed, an energy construct borne of blood and the quirk of one fucked up man as Kurogiri was reshaped as if he was a banana skin and then puffed outwards, warping, twisting himself into knots like a child playing with wet clay. In time, the man Kurogiri was gone, cast aside like a cocoon and in his place was a whole fucking ocean of 'wrong' and the demon making it. It finished its blood buffet and in its final form was a horned, muscular demon much like a gargoyle only uglier. He had demonic red eyes and a large, open mouth that was the source of the 'wrong', identified as a freaking Hell Gate.
"Pathetic mortal," the demon mocked. At least it stuck to stereotype. He could work with that. "I am Acathla, devourer of worlds brought here by my contractor."
Considering he was the typical gloating bragging type, Izuku decided to try and milk it for information. Cocky world ending demons always talked like he was at the water cooler talking about his weekend with his colleagues. "So Acathla was it? Just who contracted with you? Who's your master this time around?"
The demon chose to be original, declined to answer and opened his mouth. He hurled a mass of black energy, flooding the area with the energies, tainted as they were of one of outrageously many hell dimensions that existed in the Multiverse. Demons really got around in the early days when the barriers between worlds was thinner. Zelretch described some of these places, hell Izuku's very important friend Illyana ruled over one and he'd seen it. Whatever was coming out was not going to be good.
Well that had been the conclusion made. Instead, Izuku smelt a very 'his' dimension scent of mildew, chemicals like preservatives and dank air like a cellar being saturated in static prana. What spewed forth from the portal (spew was the only word that worked) old Hell Breath summoned a behemoth of a man, skin blackened from the scorching flames of hell that was inhabiting the vessel. His scent before he materialised was flesh, tainted flesh with an aftertaste of demon possession. His skull was gone, leaving his brain exposed to the open air asides from the glisten of energies that explained that magic was holding his brains from rotting in his head. The onyx flesh, covered in potent black hellfire judging from the scent of rotting corpses in the air, white fragile spikes of charred bone jutted out from his flesh at odd angles and every vein in his body pulsed in eerie sync, a definite sign of energies taking over the function of blood as the pattern throbbed, dancing up and down incessantly as one. Directly centre, bulging ever sos slightly underneath a mass of muscle was the core, an ugly throbbing parasite of a demon that throbbed like a beating heart leaving its figure to seem as if it was carved from oil covered granite, yet this thing grinned, loops drooping as much as its head tilted to the side making Izuku wonder about its intelligence. He debated if it was a puppet, someone else taken for a ride until it licked its lips, bearing glorious pearly fangs of sheer murder.
Damn, the demon had been allowed to cooperate with its human host. They had joined together, two souls as one. Where had they found a guy willing to 'cannibalise' his soul and smash it together like taffy with a demon's so the demon in question couldn't be banished without utterly destroying the vessel? Where did you find people like that? Crazies in asylums were especially sensitive to 'wrong' thing, magic not required as it was human FUCKING nature to fight or flight from 'wrong' shit.
Izuku found himself pitying this husk. It had chosen to let this happen. Huh, Kurogiri was pitiful, this thing deserved to be put down.
The boy hero looked to Acathla dubiously. Right now sarcasm was taking the helm as he contemplated a philosophical issue. "Is this some kind of joke."
"How dare you mock the mighty Acathla, destroyer of the Slayer!" The black smog surged forward but the young man was quick to fall back, pulling up a glass shard and throwing it. The demon barely registered the hit, the fragile projectile shattering but it took the insult implied very personally. The monster lifted up a tsunami of the warping energy and brought it down.
"Oh shit!" was what the young swordsman could say before the shadow consumed Izuku in a breath. Acathla bellowed in triumph until another shard of glass impacted him in the eye as a final insult. His rage echoed through the land, a certain frog girl cried out but it was too late. Izuku was teleported to another place and his participation was over for this encounter..
When the smog lifted, the foul power tainting an area of warped space and time, in Izuku's place was a tall, extremely buff man. He was inhumanly muscular, like a Mr Universe winner and tall, like an oak tree had changed colour for it was well weathered like a life well lived. Together the height, the muscles was as if three silverback gorillas had fused together and been forced to wear clothing. He had a mane of unkempt blonde hair, washed out like a well used towel and his skin was a burnt bronze like an instrument well taken care of over a course of years. The only things he was wearing was a bright red bandana, torn tan coloured belly shirt, and a pair of tight yoga pants.
He looked around seemingly having no idea where he was. The man played the fool for he looked up at the stormy sky then at the kids plus their teacher. He looked bemused then bloodthirsty seeing the demon and the hulking goliath behind him. The man smirked as if he were a child who'd just found a new toy to play with or a stick insect with legs he could pull off.
It was fifty fifty really if the guy was a sociopath or just a weirdo.
"Well, I have no idea what just happened," the man said jovially, holding his thumb up to indicate how happy he was was. "But it looks like the DnD nerd swapped sent me somewhere. Not that it matters, stupid nerd was getting his ass kicked. But this is better." The strange man looked around, examining the class of children then smiled broadly. "This is amazing! No stupid Nagi hogging all the fun, having to watch the idiot flirt like a five year old squirt! Yay! The missy can't be angry at me if she can't see what I get up to!"
"Pathetic mortal!" Acathla boasted, "Your death is all but assured by my…" The demon stopped its tirade as it noticed the human it summoned started picking his nose while jumping up and down like a monkey who'd found a supply of party drugs. Acathla blinked at the incredulity of this evolved ape. It was very apparent that he was a bit taken back as it had even closed its mouth a bit. "Do you not know whom you stand before you hairless monkey?!
Pulling a booger out of his nose the man grimaced as the offending piece of nose nugget stuck to his finger obstinately. He tried to flick it off only to succeed in getting it in his eye and then fall back to the exact same spot, defying the laws of some sort of physics.
"Yeah, yeah," the guy said dismissively, "You're the guy that Nagi can't hog with his stupid lightning bolts." "That damn nose nugget was stuck fast to his finger. "Hold on I'll get right to you. I've got something more important to do at the moment." 'This thing is stuck fast. And here I thought Nagi was stubborn.'
"Not important? Not important?!" Acathla screeched, his pride had just been dipped in chocolate and fed to fire ants. "I pulled you from the ether you impudent swine!"
"Sure I haven't heard that one before," the guy japed, picking at his nose again after finally getting rid of that booger. Nobody had seen the two mile six inch hole it had made into the ground, muffled by the debris. The plumbers later on would notice the 200,000 dollar hole it had made in the plumbing.
The demon was incessed by this point. "Hairless ape!"
"The missy told me to introduce myself to new people," the man replied casually, still paying more attention to the booger on his finger than the blowhard demon in front of him. "I'm Jack, the best guy of the Crimson Wings and don't let Nagi or his squeeze tell you otherwise. Its lies!"
If anything now the demon was pouting and the hellfire parasite demon had actually hit the ground in surprise. "You should grovel at my feet in fear and beg for your miserable…"
"You need to get away from him! He's dangerous!" Thirteen interrupted the pre fight banter, warning the unknown man, his instincts as a hero blaring into overdrive. He was about to use his black hole quirk to pull the man to safety, when he felt a searing pain in his gut. Looking down, the astronaut themed hero saw a stream of blood spew forth from his stomach. "That might need a few stitches." Thirteen exclaimed in shock, naturally in a tad bit of shock in his final minutes as he tried his best to hold his guts in as he literally fell apart at the waist.
Rakan saw that man die out of the corner of his eye and heard the children scream. For the first time since arriving, his attention was drawn away from the booger on his finger and focused on the enraged demon in front of him. In his world, a raised eyebrow had people abandoning whole settlements to get away. If any of those people were here at this time they would be running again.
And of course this demon kept blabbing away. It was almost painful to watch for anyone who knew about just how fucked this dude actually was.
"Tell me, mortal, do you still think me weak after bearing witness to my power?!"
Jack looked down, his hair covering his eyes as his gigantic frame began to shake. "You finally wanna know what I think? Neat that's a new one." He held up the finger that had his nose nugget on it and glared up into the demon's face. "I think you shouldn'ta did that." Jack flicked the booger off of his finger, and it was like an air-to ground missile struck. What was left of the mooks flew about like ragdolls and Acathla was sent flying through the entire complex. Rakan gave a little laugh. "Guess my boogers are stronger than you!" The mercenary noted the demon with his brain exposed was still standing. "Well, most of you. Hold that thought big guy…" The giant of a man used the shundo to escape the absolute bloated mush of demonic energies that surged straight at him in a straight concentrated line. They flowed ahead further, bulging as they enveloped every single student at once with their teacher and they were gone, vanished until Jack 'punched' the energy. Yes, he punched damn energy, taking a dump on the laws of everything once more and made the energy his bitch. He had angled the hit so the unlucky souls caught up in the fighting were ejected into the car park outside.
Yeah, Jack Rakan was truly the man!
"I will destroy…"
"Hold that thought Al. I'll be just a second!"
Jack vanished again with a shundo of such speed the recovering Acathla was sent again through the walls, puncturing another layer and exposing a sewage pipe that covered him in the toilets across the room. The hulking parasite demon discovered a new culinary sensation of powdered concrete that covered him head to toe.
"I hate that guy," muttered Acathla, rubbing his head that somehow had become wounded despite having granite like skin. "I really, really hate that guy."
Before anyone could so much as blink the students and Aizawa found themselves outside of the USJ, along with Thirteen's corpse. The unknown man who identified himself as Jack Rakan smiled grimly.
"Sorry bout him kids, but don't worry. Ole Jack Rakan will take care of this one… and free of charge to boot. Since I pissed him off, this is my shit and I should wipe my own ass."
"Just who are…" Aizawa began but before he could finish Rakan was gone, like a mirage in the desert, as if he never existed in the first place. 'I know that delinquent is connected to this somehow, I don't know how, but I know he knows more than he's telling.' Aizawa thought to himself as he looked down at Thirteen's body as Uraraka continued to cry over him, trails of tears and snot rolling down her face. 'I intend to find out what he knows, before someone else loses their life.'
Back inside the USJ, Jack was cracking his neck as he slowly approached the demonically possessed thing. "Thanks for waiting, mighty kind of you."
"Hehehehe!" The thing laughed stupidly as if not at all aware of its surroundings, the parasite pulsing in glee with its host.
The mercenary grinned in excitement. "You looking forward to this too huh? I know I sure am. Nobody can hog you but me! This has made my day!"
The Nomu screamed out as he bum rushed the monster of a man.
Jack casually reared back his fist and threw a lazy punch. The result caused the mentally impaired villains flesh to explode, only to rapidly regenerate. Jack saw this, looking at his calloused fist and grinned. His kick dug through the blackened flesh like a spade but again the wound faded away. "This has to be christmas right?" He threw another punch but this time the beast reacted. It caught hold of his hand but it may as well have tried to stop the earth orbiting the sun for all the good it did. Its legs snapped at the knee from trying to stop the momentum of the punch and while it regenerated again, the beast was snarling confusedly, like some big fucking messed up guard dog that couldn't see an intruder in the dark.
"That monster was created to destroy this world's greatest hero," Acathla said in utter confusion. The gargoyle wannabe was having a fit, its mouth opening and closing as if in disbelief. It was comically terrified, like a crack addict's sculpture of a gargoyle. "It is supposed to absorb kinetic energy…"
"Ah!" Jack said, having an Eureka moment by smashing his hands together, the resulting shockwave making his hair fly in the wind. "That explains why my fingers feel like static is on them when I punch," Jack said excitedly. He punch the fist up into the air in glee. "It tickles!" He threw a jumping spin kick, crunching bony ribs, squelching squishy organs and turning half of the demon into mulch fit for animal feed. The beast bellowed but with no tangible lungs it was just a squeak, like a dog's chew toy that only grew louder as his powers of regeneration picked up the slack, healed and inflated the broken organs. "Forgot my shoes!" Rakan kicked off his shoes, one smacking Acathla into the wall again, tearing through all the layers until the outside was exposed and the second made escape velocity, making nary a sound with the roof open to the elements. "Let's try this again!" He threw two kicks, one removed what little of its face and the second punched clear through its torso. "That was tingly!"
"How are you doing this?!" Acathla's voice was weak but he was still glaring at Jack who showed him a thumbs up.
"Because I'm Batman… I mean I'm awesome!" The unstoppable blonde then tried to step forward to get to Acathla but tripped over comically onto the floor. The flesh of the monster had started to heal with his foot still in his torso. "Gross! I got demon on my leg! Get it off!" He shook his trapped leg, smashing the beast into the floor over and over again, scattering flesh, bone and organ everywhere until his limb was freed. The beat instantly started regrowing his lost body parts. In response, Jack started laughing heartily. "You just don't break do you?! I've half a mind to take you home with me and hang you up by your neck from my basement! Those punching bags are a bitch to replace, ya know?!" The King of Gladiator's laughter became borderline manic as his enemy refused to fall. He finally decided to get serious and threw a real punch. The monster's core was splattered into pieces and the hellfire then consumed what was left leaving a butcher shop window with what had been discarded earlier. Jack waited for his favorite new toy to reform… but he waited in vain. He pouted like a petulant child. "Aw, I broke it!"
Jack turned to the demon lord that had expanded its warp quirk to swallow the weird mutated thing he kept as a pet that had been unconscious earlier. It was like what his shoe that entered orbit would be like right now. Jack opened his mouth but the demon simply vanished and Jack pouted again.
Fun time was over. Now where the hell was he? Jack thought Al had said something about 'this world' but he hadn't really been paying attention. He had been having too much fun.
Excitement soon followed as somehow someone had found the one remaining window that had not been broken as they crashed through it and into the area.
"I AM...Here?!" All Might stumbled to a stop as he beheld the strange man in front of him to just punched someone into giblets. The dark-skinned man turned to the Number One Hero and quirked an amused eyebrow.
"Oh well now isn't this cute!" Jack crooned, taking out an autographed photo from somewhere that nobody wanted to know. "Are you trying to imitate me? You are aren't you? Here's a photo. It's always nice to meet my fans! Ten thousand yen please."
"What?" All Might was floored yet his hands moved to his wallet where he gave this strange man with this unusual charisma his money and cradled the photo to his side like a fanboy. By the ceiling gods what power did this man have over him?
Jack, god of a man prattled on without a care. "I gotta admit you did a pretty good job on your muscles lad, nice and firm but your entrance is cliche." Jack flexed and released a burst of magical energy which shot a beam into the heavens. "Something like this is more appropriate. Or…" All the energy in his body shone like the sun and the resulting blast deafened everything around them for two miles including the students outside. "By the way, that demonstration will cost you ten thousand yen kiddo. To buy my awesome entrance will be two hundred thousand, one hundred for each as they come as a package."
All Might for some reason opened his wallet and offered the man his credit card until common sense prevailed. Truly, the ceiling gods were in peril of losing their exalted follower.
"Who… who are you?"
Striking a cheesy pose, Jack grinned, teeth twinkling and summoned up a sword. Planting it in the earth he set his hands on the pommel he said, "Starstruck still eh? I'm not surprised it happens but I'll help you out. Names Rakan, Jack Rakan, but I bet you already knew that but you would be amazed how many of my fans mess up how my surname is said!"
All Might nodded. "Right, come with me if you would Rakan-san."
Rakan shrugged, it's not like he had anything better to do right now, or knew how to get home. He didn't even have cab fare. "Fine, since it's clearly my biggest fan asking. If you want I'll even give you some autographs for the kids outside. Of course for the same price as before."
All Might did his best to suppress a groan yet he still gave the man his credit card. This man was insufferable. He hoped he wouldn't as for compensation when he asked for answers on what happened here. All Might hoped Izuku was having a better time of it than he was right now.
Word count: 13,720 Number of Pages: 23 Date Completed: 1/2/2019
AN: Hello Ladies and gentle readers and welcome to our second try at Chapter 26 of Twice Inheritor. Overall, I think this version turned out a hell of a lot better than the original. What do you all think? How bout you Helios?
This had better satisfy you people or I will set this site on fire with blood and death… Just kidding. That was what I thought Bubba was trying with the first draft of this story. He was channeling his inner Game Of Thrones there. All that was missing was the sexy lady getting banged against a tree or something. Helios here worked hard to make this happen and we will NOT be changing it again. Any complaints about this draft or if I hear the dreaded 'The last attempt was better' line I will set myself on fire and declare I am the god of retribution. The five seconds of madness will truly be the best moments ever…
Insanity aside I hope you look forward to our next chapter starring Bubba with me as the sidekick who gets to save his ass when it inevitably falls apart! See you next time Space Cowboys!
Thank you for that… inspiring speech Helios. Don't quit your day job buddy. Anyway, We'll see you all next time. Till then, Inkblot Bros out! Peace and Happy New Year to all!