A.N.: Hi there, people. I cannot tell you how happy I am to be starting my second-ever fanfiction, and the first in the My Hero Academia genre. Hope you enjoy it.
A few introductory notes. First, I am sorry, but I don't like manga. No matter how hard I try, I just cannot get used to reading a book backwards. Weird, I know, but that's how it is, so this will be based almost entirely off my memory of the show, so I might get some things wrong. If I do, please, let me know. I will try to be polite in my responses, so I ask you to be kind in your criticism. Also, if I don't respond, that doesn't mean I didn't listen, it just means I probably forgot. I am super busy with college, do I'm sorry if I miss you in the chaos.
Now, update schedule. I have no idea. I want to keep this going, but like I said, I am at college, and I intend to finish every fanfic I start, but I can't really say for sure. I'll try to keep up with it, but this is one of four I am currently writing, so no promises.
Next, elements.
The four physical are: fire, water, earth, and air.
The two states of being are: chaos and order.
The two wonder elements (or mystery elements) are: electricity and magnetism.
The two state of change elements are: healing and corruption.
And finally, the two perception elements are: light and dark, or more commonly, shimmer and shadow.
Of course, there are millions of sub-elements, but these are the main ones.
If you want to know where these come from, there are mine. That doesn't mean I am the only person to ever make them up, and I certainly don't mind you using them, actually, you can even claim them if you want to, just be kind and share. I don't particularly care. Also, they do have philosophical importance, but that may, or may not, show up in this story.
Next up: morality. I am a biblical creationist. This shows in my stories and writings. I believe what I believe because I have proof of it, and if you want to disprove me, fine, but do it in person, not on this site. All that being said, as a sinful, perverse, hypocritical human, I will advocate things in my stories I know to be wrong, must polygamy-type stuff. I don't intend these to be morality guidelines, just fun stories. BY NO MEANS SHOULD YOU USE THESE AS LIFE GUIDELINES. If you find something good here, good. If you find something bad here, leave it be. This is fiction, not fact. Please recognize it as such, and if I come to a point you aren't willing to follow, feel free to walk away, and I have no hard feelings toward you. But please, please, PLEASE, do not turn the comments section into a battleground, that ruins it for everyone and will just make problems. If you feel you want to defend me if someone attacks my character down below, please, just send me a PM saying you disagree. I am a flawed person, so they probably won't say anything false.
Next, pairing. I am thinking Deku/Jiro, but we will see, and we might go multi. There is a slim chance of femslash, but no change of boy on boy. Not interested at all in that. That being said, that is a long way down the road, and I don't have any plans for lemons, but ya never know. I rate my writing M to keep people off my back if I curse or butcher someone, no other reasons, still, hope springs eternal, so we'll see.
Finally, I don't own My Hero Academia in any way shape or from. I just own my own writings. As an author, I hate plagiarism, so if you catch me at it, let me know, and I will try to eliminate it.
As always, you guys are great, and now, it's story time!
All people are created equal. This is a truth I learned at a very young age.
A six-year-old Kacchan hit me again. As his fist connected with my chin, he let off a small, oily-smelling explosion, but as it went off, something strange happened. Yes, I got knocked back, and it hurt, but only as much as a regular punch. At least, it only hurt ME as much as a regular punch. Kacchan was clutching his hand, and from the shape of his fingers and the ugly purple color they were turning, I could tell he had broken them. He screamed in pain, charging at me and throwing a wild hook with his off-hand. I had seen it coming, of course. I had spent hundreds of hours developing my TRUE SIGHT by watching hundreds of fights, both with and without quirks. I rarely used it in a fight, but that was always because I hoped Kacchan, the only person I ever really fought with, would stop being mean and be my friend again. This time, I decided I would try an experiment, and I wasn't going to let him hit me.
As he swung, I ducked. That was all it took. As soon as I did, his wild punch connected with the rough concrete wall next to me. The crunching his fingers made told me he broke them, and I knew three things at that moment. First, I had won, and Kacchan would never be able to forget it. The number of breaks was obviously large as his fingers bent in several directions, few of them the normal ones. He would be scarred, probably have trouble writing, and would probably never forgive me. Second, was that I had to learn to fight. Kacchan would probably never get fine motion back to normal in his hands, but with modern healing, he would be able to fight again, and he would be after me. Never mind that he had done this to himself, he would always blame me, at he would try to make up for this failure by beating me up for years to come, and I couldn't let him. I wanted to be a great hero, as great as All Might, capable of winning any fight with a fearless smile, and I couldn't do that if I was constantly beat up by a schoolyard bully. I felt sorry for my friend, Katsuki Bakugo, but he was gone, replaced with a petty thug by the name of Kacchan, and I didn't think he would ever be coming back. I felt horrible, as I realized this was partially my fault, but I didn't know if there was anything I could do about it now. Finally, I realized that quirks were not all-powerful. Yes, they were useful, and in many cases like Godzillo and Present Mike, the quirks practically made the hero, but in the end, they were just natural tools like hands, feet, and eyes, and, just like these tools, they didn't do you any good if you didn't know how to use them. That meant if I could master my body, I could be a hero.
Once, I envied those special people with the unique powers known as quirks. Now, I don't even care. Oh, I pay attention to them, learning their styles, studying their methods, but in the end, each one of us has the power to rise up and prove our value.
I was infuriated. I was incensed. I was almost frothing-at-the-mouth angry. I had been training the last eight years, studying martial arts, combat techniques, first aid, weapons craft, anything I could to become stronger. I was a master at Judo, Krav Maga, and Capoeira, one of the best trained in the country, though i was not large enough size-wise to take it to any championships. I had learned how to use a katana through Kendo, mastered the baston through Arnis, and was familiar with both the quarterstaff and the karambit through Silat. I had spent countless hours with handguns, rifles, bows, crossbows, blowguns, stun guns, throwing knifes and axes, and shuriken to perfect my style. How dare All Might tell me I wasn't good enough to be a hero! Just because people with quirks had an extra trick up their slee…
Then, it hit me. A trick up my sleeve. I had ten months before the trial to enter U.A., and in that time, I would have several new tricks up my sleeve. Nothing would stop me from entering U.A., and I would be ready for whatever they threw at me. I would prove to the world, Kacchan, and All Might that I had what it took to be a hero. But first I needed money.
The first job I thought of was a typical nine-to-five, but I dismissed that almost immediately. There was no way I would have time to work a job, go to school, and prepare for the entrance exam. Of course, the job I would love was bounty hunting, as that was SO hero-like, but I was realistic to realize that I wasn't that good yet, and I really didn't need acts of vigilantism on my record as I tried to be a hero. Then, I realized that that wasn't the only type of hero work I could do.
I started out with the normal kitten-in-the-tree and I-lost-my-bike stuff, then I started running secure memos and packages between companies, and finally managed to land a big break. One of the primary support gear companies of Japan had put a bounty on Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. Over the last several years, many people had dumped garbage in the ocean surrounding this beloved park, and, due to the tides, all the garbage had washed ashore on the beach making a much beloved romantic beach, into a good-sized dump. Thankfully, I was able to negotiate the bounty into three custom items and twelve full suits of standard hero gear, as I would be attempting to do "with a group of twelve distinct new hero student applicants" what was a job for more like a hundred people. Of course, I didn't mention I was the whole group.
Surprisingly, it only took me five of the eight months necessary to finish the beach. That was a good thing to, as it took the company another two and a have months to design the gear and suits I needed. I only had two weeks to learn my new gear, but it was enough. I was finally ready to prove myself at U.A. high.
I am quick-less, but I will be a hero. I am normal, but I will be a legend. I am just a little boy, but I can defeat the villains. I am not a drive force for good, I am the driving force for greatness.
It was finally time. I stood in front of U.A. High, ready for the challenge. It was almost funny to see how many people were staying as far away from me as the could. Sure, it didn't help my ego any that all the cute girls were standing as far away from me as the possibly could, but watching Bakugo try to stare me down, only to freak out and run away was positively hilarious, even if I felt kind of bad about it and it was unintentional. Then again, I was dressed to be as intimidating as possible. Over the last ten months, I finished refining my own martial art based off of the twelve elements. Everyone was familiar with the 'physical four', fire, water, earth, and air, so to gain as much of an advantage as possible, I decided to expand it to include all twelve, and built a unique uniform for each. Today, however, I looked like Death. Literally.
I was wearing a stylized ninja costume, all black, but in different shades, making it look like shadows were hovering and drifting around me. On my face was a simple-looking cloth mask that covered my mouth and jaw stopped just at my cheekbones. The mask looked like black cloth, but every time I moved, the face of a skull would flash into view on the mask, only to disappear again a second later. It was only a three-dimensional illusion used by layering cloth, but it was very intimidating. It didn't help that the top half of my face was covered in a bone-white pair of goggles that were formfitting to my face. All in all, I knew it looked like a skull, and it was awesome. I reached up to check the high-grade mono-molecular edge katana strapped to my back, serendipitously touching hidden knives and tools hidden all over my body. The best part of the upcoming test was that I had managed, thought my connections at the support items company, to enter this challenge anonymously. I greatly looked forward to the look on Kacchan's face when I took off my mask at the end of this challenge. If I did, well enough, that is. If I felt like I had done poorly, I would remain hidden until I knew I passed, just to be on the safe side. I doubted that would happen, but there was always a chance. I was ready for anything, and it was time. Head held high, I and the other applicants walked into the arena for the most important test of our lives. As we did, a cute girl with earphones jacks for earlobes walked over to me and said: "What are you supposed to be, some kind of grim reaper assassin."
I gave a small, friendly laugh that did NOT match up with the rest of my appearance and said:
"I am… The MAGCIAN."