BNHA - Arrancar Chronicles: Chapter 1

Arrancar - The name of a powerful family hailing from Huecojima, an island in the Sea of Japan. In the past, their members numbered easily in the hundreds. The most recent reports state that fewer than twenty remain.

U.A. High School - about 10 minutes before the start of class

The first day of high school is a time of nervous energy. It is a day where the most first impressions can be made in a single moment. In a regular Japanese school, it is possible to luck out and already know someone to help carry you through introductions. Such luck is severely reduced here at U.A. High. The acceptance rate for its hero course is less than one in three hundred every year. Other than the four people admitted through recommendations, forty achieve admission through the regular exam. All forty-four students are split evenly into two classes of twenty-two. The chances of knowing anyone who would be in your class ahead of time seem abysmal for the hero candidate Izuku Midoriya. For the students who moved to the area to attend this prestigious academy, absolute zero.

Izuku opened the towering door leading to class 1-A praying that the people who'd helped him before and during the entrance exams would miraculously be in his class while those that'd held him in a bad light had been placed in the other. How many times would he have to roll the dice to get such an ideal starting line like that? Too many to count. How many rolls to get the exact opposite? That nightmarish situation is something he dared not put his mind towards, but the Fates smiled down on him as much as they laughed at what they'd cooked up. Having a confrontation on the other side of the room were the two people he wanted to be in the other class. His childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo was going back and forth with the tall teen who'd accused Izuku of distracting the other test takers. Sitting in the middle of the class was a boy who helped him save that nice girl in the practical exam.

While Bakugo and the tall boy continued, the freckled child was taken in again by the exotic features of his one time comrade. Straight, golden hair glimmered along his school uniform and brought attention to his brown skinned face. With a loving smile, the blonde listened to a student Izuku had never met with black hair braided back into a ponytail. A sweeping glance around the room revealed that some of his classmates were really pushing the exotic factor more than the rescuer of the exams. Further thoughts were interrupted by the tall teen noticing him still standing in the door.

"Aren't you…" With that trailing question everyone's attention landed on Izuku who shuddered and completely fumbled his chance at introducing himself. "Good morning." The glasses wearing young man charged the nervous boy at the entrance. "I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is Tenya Iida."

While those two greeted each other along a brown haired girl who showed up behind Izuku, a conversation really began.

"Is he the one that impressed you Nii-san?" A smooth voice whispered in the middle of the classroom. The child with the braided ponytail looked over the fidgety boy who'd been singled out during the written exam. 'He doesn't look like much, but there are plenty of quirks that make the user suddenly strong. Must be something like that.' Was the thought behind his black eyes.

"Yeah." The darker boy grunted in reply. He gave Izuku a side glance then focused back on his little brother. "He destroyed that skyscraper robot with one punch to the face. The jump he used to get up there broke both his legs while the punch broke his arm." There was a fire building in his eyes. "Not only is his strength overwhelming, so is his will." He continued. "When we got him safely to the ground, he started dragging himself with his good arm to keep competing in the exam." A wide smile stretched across his angular face.

The serene eyes that had nearly dismissed his brother's interest sharpened down to a point. To an onlooker he would appear to be glaring, but that wasn't the case. 'Some kind of super strength and outstanding willpower can make an unbeatable combo.' He was just focusing. "A powerhouse like that could be dangerous." He whispered to his brother. The teacher came in behind the socialites at the door. The exhausted looking man ordered everyone into their gym uniforms and out to a nearby field after introducing himself.

At the training grounds

After a brief summary of what the class would be doing, Aizawa called forth the student with the highest score on the practical to be an example. "Bakugo." He drawled then tossed a softball to the sandy blonde. "Use your quirk to the best of your abilities to throw that softball. You can do it however you like as long as you stay in the circle." With only a little bit of a windup and a shout of "DIE!" the explosion quirk user sent it zooming towards the clouds. When it landed a bit over 700m away, the class also exploded with excitement. Their bouncing feelings were quickly grounded by their homeroom teacher telling them to get real about being heroes. To make things worse, the scraggly man decided that whoever came last in the apprehension test would be expelled. He wouldn't hear a word of the unfairness of facing expulsion on the first day of school. He didn't give a damn about the students who suddenly looked like they were gripped with despair.

Stepping up for the 50m dash, some students shined easily while others produced quite average results for relatively in shape teenagers. With a quirk like 'Engine', Iida believed he was a shoe-in for the best results here. He understood that his time of 3.04s had only been limited by his quirk's ability to change gear in such a short distance, but a time like that would put him a head above his peers. Coming in to run a few sets after his turn was the blonde kid from the entrance exam and a large boy who looked like his body was cut out from some type of rock. When the record keeping robot called for them to go, the blonde barely took a step from his starting position when he vanished. Iida hadn't seen the kid run forward, but a moment later the same bot called out two seconds. The entire class's surprised "EH?" drowned out their rocky classmate's score. Off in a corner by himself, Iida muttered, "How is this possible? Wasn't his quirk some kind of light beam from his hand? How did he outspeed me?" Iida looked over to the golden boy, who was once again standing beside the kid with a braided ponytail. He had a bright smile on his face as he accepted praise from the outspoken girl with pink skin and a toned boy with red, spiky hair.

"Dude, that was like super manly!" The red head with sharp teeth exclaimed.

"Yeah! Yeah! You were like insane-o fast." The horned girl chirped. "My name's Mina Ashido, but you can call me Mina. All of my friends do." She introduced herself with the overflowing energy of a sugar rush. Was it natural? Not in most people, but the brothers could only assume it was her normal state of being. Gesturing to the red beside her, "This cool guy is Eijiro Kirishima." She introduced him as well.

"Most people call me Kirishima." He let the two know how he was typically called. "The two of us went to the same junior high school, and luckily made it into the same class here." His smile forced his eyes closed with its intensity. "You guys seem really close. Did you also come from the same school?" He pondered.

Just as the lighter of the two opened up to answer, "Oi! We're moving on to the next test. Stop wasting time!" Their teacher brought them all back into line. The tests continued on with different kids finding ways to shine in their trials. A mature girl with a spiky ponytail created an industrial clamp out of her forearm to boost her score in the grip test, and seemingly built a bike from her stomach to use in a distance run. The shortest boy pulled some dark purple balls from his head and bounced between them during the repeated side step test. The blonde who dominated the 50m dash tried doing that same disappearing move for his side step, but tripped out of the measuring area. When the class made it back around to the softball throwing area, some of the students were properly winded while others were looking around worriedly. Scattered few were either confident of their scores or weren't feeling physically tired yet. For this part of the exam, their teacher called the remaining students up by name. 'It was only logical that Asui would throw it with her tongue, but…' Running down his list in alphabetical order, Aizawa witnessed mostly average and expected throws from his would be students. 'Iida could've gotten a better score if he had kicked the softball instead. He'll need to work on seeing better ways to use his quirk.' His eyes narrowed imperceptibly when a certain turn came around. "Hakua L. you're up."

Coming into the circle, he considered the ball with his aquamarine eyes. He started a little windup after he formed some kind of mental plan. The kid called Hakua gave an impressive throw that seemed like it would go farther than everyone who had gone before him except Bakugo. Before the ball began its fall, he brought both hands to the sides of his chest. Everyone watching noticed an ominous red light start gathering in the palms of his hands. Hakua didn't take his eyes off of the ball. He thrust his hands into the air and the class followed the two beams of light that shot on towards the softball. The lasers, because what else could the class possibly think they are, flew quickly into the air. The two met at a point in the open air and let off a mild explosion. Kyouka Jirou, who had gone a few turns ahead of Hakua, idly thought to herself that he shouldn't have destroyed the softball before remembering that the thing had survived a direct explosion from that Baku-boy. Said softball actually hadn't been hit by the lasers. It was just on the edge of the assault and flew farther with the help of the shock. The score that came back was a bit over 250m, but the boy responsible for the second place record was holding his head in his hands. As per usual, he moved back over to the boy who kept calling him Nii-san. He whispered to him, "I missed the ball."

The braided teen's eyes widened before a hearty laugh escaped him. "That's so like you Nii-san." A beautiful smile covered his sharp face. The slightly shorter boy held onto his older brother's shoulder while giggles racked his athletic form.

A cough was let out by their teacher. "Ahem. You're next Kimito Llargo." All eyes moved to the one who had been calling Hakua "Nii-san" all morning. He looked about as muscular as his brother just maybe an inch or two shorter. Kimito's silky, Dutch braid bounced against his back with each step.

Only one of the students here had had a chance to see Kimito in action during the practical exam. The kid had gotten the first hit on the robot swarm from his place at the starting gate. Only Mashirao Ojiro knew what Kimito's power was. The rest of the class assumed that the brothers must have similar quirks even though their last names weren't exactly the same. 'He's going to do something like that, right?' Was the general thought running through their heads.

The medium skinned brother stepped up to the circle with a peaceful look on his face. He didn't take a stance at all. Watching from behind, the entire class thought braided boy had given up on the exam when he gave the softball an underhand toss. They didn't expect to see two venomous pink beams of light leave his head and curve upwards to meet the ball. Instead of exploding on contact with it, the lights seemed to work together to punch it further and further away. The beams dipped and straightened sporadically. In a way, they looked like two cobras rearing back and striking the ball in midair. Kimito's light kept pushing so strongly that Ojiro thought his classmate might reach a kilometer. About halfway there, the lasers wobbled as if they were running out of energy. Everyone saw the weak explosion at the tip of the beams.

Aizawa's phone displayed a reading of 516m. The kid hadn't set a new record, but he had clearly pushed it to his maximum range. The teacher watched the lad return to his brother's side. His triumphant smile morphed into an embarrassed expression as Hakua began rubbing the boy's head.

Behind them, Izuku stepped up to the plate only to find his devastating strength sealed by their teacher. The brothers sharpened up and watched the interaction intensely. 'Some kind of quirk suppressor. Those don't come by often.' Was the short thought passing through Kimito's head.

'Even if my quirk was canceled, I could still perform at a high level.' Went through Hakua's. 'C'mon Midoriya-san. Continue to show me that my interest in you is worthwhile.' The clumsy older brother offered up this prayer as encouragement. Izuku sure didn't disappoint when he concentrated his powers into his thumb and sent the softball soaring. The plain looking kid managed to get a score just slightly above Bakugo's record. This, of course, sent the explosion quirk user into a frenzy as he charged the shaking teen. Hakua disappeared from his brother's side immediately. He rushed between Bakugo and Izuku and took a fighting stance to protect the kid cradling a broken finger. Their homeroom teacher reacted just as fast, binding Bakugo in his capture scarf and erasing his quirk.

"Don't make me use my quirk so much!" He yelled at the explosive teen. "I have dry eye! Consider this your only warning. Fighting outside of training is strictly forbidden and is grounds for expulsion. That goes for everyone here." The laser user looked like he was going to say something so Aizawa cut him off. "I am the teacher, so let me handle it." Hakua bowed his head with a frown as the explosive blonde was released.

The rest of the class continued on with their tosses as Izuku approached Hakua. "Thanks for stepping up for me back there, L-san." A light blush on his cheeks. The hero cadet looked everywhere but at his fellow's face. He had learned his lesson from their first encounter. In tense situations like the end of the entrance exam, Hakua's face was quite intimidating. It wasn't borderline murderous like Kacchan's. It looked like the golden boy was preparing to, or perhaps preventing himself from striking first.

"Don't worry about it Midoriya-san." The taller lad said. "I thought you were going to break your arm again, but you really pulled off something cool back there." He roped the nervous boy in with an arm around his shoulder. "Like, cooler than everybody out here." The toothy smile really made Hakua shine like a precious metal. "Are you gonna be okay to continue with your finger like that?" His eyebrow blipped up with the question even though he could already guess the answer. Izuku thanked him for his concern, and finished out the apprehension test with the rest of the class.

U.A. High School Faculty Office - A few days before the first day of school

Preparing for teaching the students of the hero course was a bit easier than the general course. It was because of the numbers. The general course had more students, but there was less to prepare because they wouldn't be training with their quirks. For the two homeroom teachers of the hero course, Aizawa and Kan, reading through the profiles and figuring out how it all was going to play out was the first hurdle. Some had powers to watch out for. Some had personalities that would have to be juggled or set straight. Some had circumstances that need not be brought to light. And a couple…

"Do you think you can handle both of them Aizawa-kun?" A high voice from a short figure questioned. Principal Nezu had come to visit the underground hero who was rereading the small manilla folders with two specific students info. The high spec user had waited until the other teachers were engrossed with their own work to pose his question. The files open on Eraserhead's desk belonged to his "foreign" students. There was barely anything to go off on. Both folders had clearly been reduced to the bare essential information. Physical characteristics, light medical history, their academic record, but not much else. The kids had come from the not so distant island, Huecojima. It was known to be the home of the infamous Arrancar family. Based off of the quirk information sent with the file, it was only logical to assume that Hakua L. and Kimito Llargo were both descendants. Whether the two of them would follow the ideals of back then...

Class 1-A

Aizawa ran his eyes across the entire class seated before him. Everyone had come to attention after his short lecture on wasting time. When he passed over the pair sitting in the middle of the classroom, 'So those are the Arrancar boys.' he thought to himself. The underground hero's research hadn't come up with much on the kids. They had been living in Japan for about two months in a local apartment complex. The blonde had been spotted visiting different grocery markets and doing jogging exercises. Kimito hadn't been seen in public at all. 'Guess I'll see what all of these wannabes can do.' He pulled out the U.A. gym uniform and told everyone to meet out at the field.

At the training grounds

It wasn't immediately obvious that they weren't using a quirk. The results of tests like the 50m dash, long jump, and grip strength showed that their bodies were above average people and most of the trainees. For people who weren't in the know, it looked like the two had some kind of enhanced strength quirk. Hakua's high speed and powerful legs couldn't be the result of the jogging that had been reported of him. 'That must be some kind of special skill, but it isn't the quirk his family had sent in the file.' Aizawa frowned slightly as they continued on. 'Too many unknowns for my liking.' He had seen clips of the boys using their powers against the robots of the practical exam. It was time to see if they could be creative with those beams of light like the explosion kid, Bakugo, had done. And it turns out that they could. It looks like the older one slightly messed up on his ball throw, and the younger was able to punch his to the maximum range. These two weren't going to be the top scorers in his class, but they certainly proved that they were up there.

Mere minutes after those two, seconds after an admittedly surprising show from Midoriya, Bakugo's personality flared up much like his namesake. Aizawa noted that it seemed specifically aimed at Midoriya's quirk use not at his record being beaten. When the Arrancar boy stepped in between the two with that speed skill, the underground hero split his concentration onto both boys to prevent quirk usage and bound Bakugo. Looking closer, he saw that Hakua hands were closed into fists. 'Can he shoot those lasers from his fists, or does it have to be his open hand?' He wondered as he admonished them both.

Author notes

So this is my first story, and I'm writing it because I want to read it. Chapter two is already in the works, and I have an outline for many more to come. This story is definitely OC centric and is taking place in the BNHA universe. I'm going to run through the canon events and split off into my own plotline that disregards the provisional hero license exam arc and on.