"They draw near, hehe." The voice belonged to what sounded like a middle-aged man with a booming echo in his environment, which looked like he was simply floating space but surviving somehow, all around him were distant stars shining like blinking Christmas lights, but so far away.
"Well, I'd better prepare." The voice said to himself and the void. He lifted his arm, which was dressed in a nice blue sleeve with Rosey-red wool fingerless gloves, and snapped lazily.
The effect was instant, the empty void in which the voice laid started to spawn in diamond-styled white and baby-blue tiles, several blue and white couches with plentiful pillows, tables that were had bowls and trays stuff the tops and filled with varying snacks.
*whirr* *whirr*
The owner of the voice looked up at the source of noises, which were whirling pools of purple mists each portal varied in size, either being rather large or small enough for fairly big housecats to fall through. But then, he heard it: Various voices yelled out in fear or surprise before:
"HOLY FU-"
"Nononononono!"
"PLEAEAEAEASE!"
*oomph* 28 different weighed bodies landed perfectly on the couches that were spawned.
"Ok, WHAT THE FUCK!?" An angry voice cried out, which was then backed up with similar shouts of agreement, the voice belonged to Bakugo Katsuki, and the backing-up cheers included, but not limited to Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Midnight and Kyoka Jirou.
"Everyone please," the voice of the void spoke up before things would go out of hand, "I'll explain if you'll all let me." 28 pairs of eyes darted to a large, squishy, comfortable, dark blue recliner chair with a man in it The Man looked like an average man in every way, not so tall or short, (Even sitting down) shoulder-length brown hair and matching eyes. Blue pajama pants and a blue sweater with red fingerless-mitts.
"Who the FUCK. ARE. Y- what the hell!? I can't get up!" Bakugo tried to confront the man but when he tried to stand his body refused to move, and after only moments more and more realized.
"Really everyone, If you'll let me explain," The man started, "I've taken you all to my theater," Gesturing to the front of the room that had a theater-sized t.v screen, "So I may show you something."
"Show us what?" Mr. Aisawa spoke up for the first time.
"All I'm doing is giving you a show, a show of anthology stories based around the one person who should be here, but isn't." The Man explained. albeit a bit hesitantly, some heads started to turn and look for anyone, Class 1-A, Eri, Togata and they saw the Pros\teachers, Midnight, Eraserhead, All Might, Nezu and strangely enough Mt. lady. And a gentle-looking green-haired woman in her middle ages, that looked strangely like..:
"DEKU\MIDORIYA!" Iida and Uraraka realized at the same time and many others joined in.
"Right on." The man confirmed. "What's your deal Midoriya? Why him?" Ojiro asked.
"Well first, this is the Multiverse, where every possibility is a separate reality. Where infinite chances happen, and every person has a certain amount of multiverses dedicated to them, based on potential and opportunity. And your Midiriya has the most, also don't worry about him, I put him in a separate universe where he's currently being fed katsudon by... Oh, I'd rather hold onto it ." The Man ended with a sly smile and resting his head on the chair's arm. While most were astonished, yet accepting of this... whatever it was.
while Bakugo, in particular, was agitated by even the suggestion Of DEKU, having more of anything than him, (Other than chromosomes)
"Well it's true, all I plan on doing is showing and teaching you all things on things about Young Midoriya that he rather I wouldn't tell you." The Man said with a relieved smile, now that explanations were done, but he felt he was missing something.
"Well fine," All might started, "But who ARE you?"
That's what he's missing! "Oh, right! In short, my name is Sith."
'Sith' Everyone thought at the same time. 'Izuku/Midoriya/Deku, What happens to you?'
"If we're asking who people are, who're you?" Kirishima asked, looking at the Deku-looking woman who sat next to All Might.
"O-Oh right, I'm Izuku's mother, In-Inko." She stated, not yet ready to be the center of attention
'It makes... so much sense now.' thought practically everyone.
"But one more thing:" Aoyama spoke, speaking for everyone when he asked, "What will you be showing us?"
"Ok so, In this specific one I have in mind, Izuku will be tutored by a man named: Rock Lee, Who is a retired martial artist who chose Izuku as his protege as in this Universe they have one thing in common, I can't say what it is yet but you'll know."
"If that's all, let's go!" Sith cheered as he snapped his fingers, making the T.V screen start with a view of a semi-clear blue sky
"It's beautiful..." Eri awed at it, some agreed while others enjoyed how the small child was entertained by simple things.
"All RIGHT!" A thunderous and triumphant voice yelled out.
"ALL MIGHT!" Many of the viewers recognized the voice instantly, but then started to wonder, 'So what'll he do?'
"So now that the teams have been organized,"
The camera went down to show that they were on All Might's very first hero training session showing off all the students in their hero suits and standing in front of the training building.
"The first teams are:..!" All might then pulled out one ball from each of the hero and villain boxes
"Team D! Will be the villains!" He announced as the camera focused onto Ojiro and Tenya nodding.
"Wait, wasn't it Bakugo and Iida?" Ojiro asked. Sith was quick to reply, "Yes, but this change was needed to show the REAL change in this universe."
"And Team A will play heroes!"
The camera then showed Uraraka in her pink, white and black suit and Deku, who had an entirely new costume, His tracksuit was now solid green, he had something that looked like an orange cover that went from his elbow to his wrist, with the same thing on his shins to his calves, a red headband for his hair with his matching shoes and belt.
"Hey, Young Midoriya looks a bit off." All Might spoke up, which most of the audience agreed with, "You said he was trained by a man named... Rock Lee?"
"Yep, so now he's a martial artist," Sith answered, but then started to stratch his chin, "I guess I should tell you guys about him and Izuku huh?" He was met by a unanimous wave of nods and please's.
"Ok, so. In this Universe Izuku never gained his quirk," Shooting a glance to All Might and Inko,
"So he wanted to learn how to fight well enough that he wouldn't even need one, And he encountered Rock Lee, a man who had the same idea as Izuku when he was young. So after around a year and a half, Izuku still is training with Rock and was sent to U.A"
"Cool!" Kaminari said and was met with agreement.
"That would be cool to see," Jirou started, "To see someone as skilled as Ojiro going against him." To which was ALSO met with agreement
The camera went to Izuku and Ochako who were waiting to get in, well Izuku was doing intense stretches to prepare while Ochako was secretly wondering how much they hurt.
a few giggled at that.
"I feel like the only thing we can do is stick together and if I distract them both, all you have to do is grab the thing." Izuku said with his head under his knee and eye-level with his belt with his leg against the wall. Uraraka sighed, glad they had at least a bit of a game plan. "Alright, Let's go!"
"Excused me , I just thought of something," Nezu said, "I remember that Young Midoriya used his quirk to save Young Uraraka. If he has no quirk in this universe, what DID happen?"
Nezu had a good point, what DID happen?
The bell rang and the heroes entered the building, just to go to Iida and Ojiro.
"This is weird." Iida said, "Watching all of us like this, I mean."
"I think I should scout for them," Ojiro started, "If your quirk is Engine, I don't think only one of them could get you if I were run into them and split them up." Iida thought for only a moment,
"Hmmm, That would work quite well, and our devices would keep us in touch. I say go for it, I'll call you back up if things are going wrong." Ojiro gave him a thumbs up and traveled stealthily through the complex, sweeping though each floor and listening for his competitors.
Meanwhile, Midoriya and Uraraka were doing the same, until all three were on the same floor.
"Ooh, this is tense!" Mina squealed in anticipation from the screen room
"Ooh, this is t- oh," Mina said, then realizing what she just did and started to laugh.
"Ha, man this IS super weird hahaha!" Kirishima agreed.
Izuku, followed by Ochako were both crouching and moving towards a turn in the hall as Ojiro did the same. Both audiences held their breath, and then Izuku threw up a fist, signaling for Ochako to stop as his other hand reached into a pouch in his belt
Ojiro was stalking carefully towards the corner of the hall, the one in front of him was quite wide, so if he went in he'd be expo- His thoughts were interrupted by a small metal star fly at him from the left corner,
"Holy HECK\ Holy HECK" both Mineta's yelled out
his instincts took over to swiftly dodge the tiny scrap of murder,
Many laughed openly at this, and surprisingly enough one of them included Bakugo
And it landed with a *Thnk* as it pierced the wall, and upon expection, he realized it was a
bonafide NINJA STAR, refined, cleaned, and polished with care.
"Well if Deku's just throwing those things around now, it makes sense he'd do that," Ochako said
"I really wouldn't expect less from him." Iida added
Ojiro didn't make a sound and turned only to see Izuku leaning against the corner, he casually waved at him and said "Hey."
"It's about to go down." Kaminari said bouncing in his seat in excitement he normally reserved for action movies.
"Uraraka you can go on, I'll get him." Izuku assured his teammate as she gave him thumbs up and continued her search with a bit of a rush. 'Right,' Ojiro thought to himself, 'Once I deal with him and she finds Iida, we can capture her easier.'
Izuku came off the wall and walked to the middle of the hall and so did Ojiro and they stared each other down before: Izuku put his arms tightly to his sides and bowed halfway, he was formally challenging Ojiro, a fellow martial artist.
"Duuude\Duuude" Both Kaminaris were in the most open state of awe and anticipation at the display.
Ojiro chuckled at it, He was quite curious about how well this version on Izuku would fight against him without any quirk, not that his opinion of his own quirk was all that high. On the contrary, he had always forgotten how unique it was because of his control over it and it's lack of flashy-ness, at times he was even insecure of it.
Ojiro knew at once what he was doing and was even a bit surprised by his sportsmanship.
So Ojiro started to do the same by sticking his arms to his sides and bowing to the green-haired boy and after about three seconds they both rose. Izuku's hand darted for a pouch and unveiled a kunai with a satisfying *shhi*and tossed it while yelling "Explosive...!"
Ojiro sidestepped it while looking at it passed thinking 'close one' and turned back to the green-clad combatant, only to see him flying at him in the classic, flying karate kick form.
"DAMN!/YEAH!/HOLY MOLY!" the audience yelled,
"Cool!/Get'em!/YES!" the OTHER audience yelled.
Ojiro was flustered but was still impressed with Izuku
"ENTRANCE!" Izuku yelled as his foot connected with Ojiro's jaw as he went skitting down the hall
"This Midoriya's hella cool, even without a quirk." Mina pointed out and many replied with uh huh's and nods.
Ojiro rolled and got to his feet as Izuku ran up to him and stopped only a couple of feet away to strike at Ojiro's chest, but Ojiro blocked with one hand and used his other to aim at Izuku's face, and to counter it, Izuku did a backward cartwheel kick to once again knock Ojiro off his feet and to his bum.
"What style is Midoriya fighting with?" Ojiro asked
"Taijutsu, where Rock Lee was trained they separated martial arts in a few groups, two being Taijutsu: The art of fighting and the other is ninja-like stealth, Rock Lee and Izuku both don't truly give a damn about the stealth one though." Sith Answered
Izuku jumped up to land atop of Ojiro, but he reared both his legs up and donkey kicked him out of the air and into the ceiling, causing it to crack.
"Oooh!/Oooh!" Both audiences groaned on the green boy's behalf Izuku landed on his hands and knees with his ears ringing, and Ojiro ran to capture Izuku while he was stunned.
But as Ojiro approached, Izuku shot him a menacing look as his too-fast-to-react leg spun around and tripped Ojiro, and Izuku spun more to put himself on one knee, prepped his arm, and swung his hand down:
"HIYA!" and with that Izuku chopped Ojiro's stomach and flattened him to the ground
"DAMN!" Kirishima and Bakugo yelled at the same time
Ojiro winced and wrapped his tail around his stomach
"He turned the tides, impressive." Said Nezu to Azaiwa who agreed, while All Might, even though he wasn't his protegee here, was proud of his physical prowess.
'I have to end it' Izuku thought as he reached for his binding rope but Ojiro's tail swung around his neck,
"Uh oh." Said Tsuyu, it was simple but it was all anyone needed to say.
Ojiro's tail covered more of his neck and spun him around completely before:
"WAAH!"
Izuku was flipped over Ojiro's back and flung above and in front of Ojiro's face, so he spun around to roundhouse the Airborn boy.
"Irk!" Ochako knew what happened next and so did everyone else.
But as Izuku flew he stuck one arm out and caught it.
"WHAT-"
"THE-"
"FUCK!" Both Bakugos spoke for their respective audiences as a sea of jaws dropped.
Izuku's foot landed and stayed firm, 'got it' he thought and he brought his other foot down, and raised his other elbow and looked at Ojiro's knee...
"FUCK HIM UP, DEKU!" Bakugo screamed at the screen
The audience laughed while looking at their Bakugo and the screaming one. "What?" He asked, obviously annoyed.
Panic flashed Ojiro's eyes before his tail hit the ground to act as a third leg for support, so his unused leg would jump up and hit Izuku in his head. Both combatants recovered and readied themselves and at the same time snapped their heads at the other, walking defensively at each other.
Ojiro's stance let him stand straighter, his hands were half-closed with one towards his stomach, and the other pointing more outwards and level with his collar, his expression was expressing how well he was keeping collected in the fight despite the sweat and burn.
Deku's stance made him crouch only slightly, an open palm out towards Ojiro and a fist set behind his side, he was actually smiling a bit even though the last blow caused him to bleed from his left temple, for him the adrenaline rush was the best part of any fight, 2nd was analyzing the opponent.
"This is the manliest thing ever..." Kirishima breathed
"they're both so INTO it!" Tooru squealed, who just so happened to be next to an astonished Ojiro, he was happy he and Midoriya were such a display.
Ojiro yelled out, getting back the attention to him before he ran and aimed at his chest, Izuku blocked with both arms so Ojiro could push an open palm to his forehead and spinning kick to his stomach, sending him back.
"No Izuku!"
"No Deku!" Ochako and Inko cried out to him as a few viewers looked at them with a tang of
happiness that those two were cheering him on so passionately.
Izuku reeled from the blow and saw an empty elevator shaft caught his eye, it gave him an idea. Ojiro came at him once again attempting to finish it with what could only be described like this: He jumped up spun to the side and came down with a devastating looking ax kick as the background became white as red symbols appearing saying:
" EAGLE'S AXE "
"Beautiful..."
"Sweet..."
"Holy..."
"Manly."
Izuku's training was the only reason why he didn't freeze up or do something stupid, he tossed a kunai which sliced his gi across his chest and drawing just enough blood to make him panic, but most importantly to mess up his form, causing his back to fall towards Izuku.
"Nice!" no one knew who said that, but most agreed.
Izuku caught his falling opponent and threw him into the elevator shaft "Hey! that'll really hurt him!" Hagakure yelled in worry.
"Yeah! What I said." Tooru cried.
"I think there is more to it." Iida replied, knowing Izuku as much as he does lets him understand his way of thinking better.
Ojiro being as nimble as he is, landed with his feet against the farthest wall as his tail gripped a pipe.
A few people, notably Tooru and a few of the action-fans, cheered for Ojiro.
Iida just nodded, cupping his chin. "Now he's in an enclosed space, retreating, and his tail is being used..." He pointed out, making Momo nod in agreement.
"Yes, but in there Ojiro will still have four of his limbs." She replied
'Ok, let's try this' he thought, walking backward and up on the wall with his tail as some kind of anchor.
'I'll get back to Iida and we'll do this toge-'
"Not yet!" Izuku yelled out valiantly from the hall, as he lept into the elevator shaft, and he landed a few feet below Ojiro and gripped a pipe with one hand and a kunai in the other
'Oh come on, now.' Ojiro thought as he dodged Izuku's sailing knife.
"This is my new favorite action movie." Sero declared as no one argued with that statement.
Ojiro tail-wall-moonwalked up and away from Izuku, being on the far side of the building, the side they both were on was flat, saved for the pipes. Izuku acknowledged that and did the unexpected, instead of wall jumping, crawling, or even launching more kunai, he f*cking ran.
...
...
"What..?" All might said\asked.
That's right, he Naruto ran on the wall at a stunned Ojiro, who then lept to the right wall. Izuku jumped to the left and then bound at Ojiro with a flying knee, who lept towards him as well with a spinning kick, Ojiro's kick smacked Izuku to the back wall and he landed where Izuku bounded at him from.
"They're both so COOL\BADASS!" Hagakure and Jirou exclaimed from the screen room, on the edges of their seats along with everyone else.
"Fangirls..." Aisawa muttered.
Izuku recovered and bounced to the right as Ojiro jumped up to his level before they both launched at each other and clashed, before simply passing each other and they repeated this, both increasing in speed and height at a super rapid pace before all that was visible was a green blur with spots of orange and a white blur with dashes of yellow like two bolts of lightning beating the stuffing out of each other.
"Ooh SHIT!\Ooh SHIT!" Both Bakugos didn't like either fighter, but this was still pretty damn cool, (Even though he'll never admit it.) The camera went to a random floor way above the clashing fighters before: "GYAAAH!"
The audience jumped at the pained cry.
Izuku flew out of the shaft doing a full flip and landing face-down flat against the grey floor.
"...Ow." They heard Izuku say into the ground
Ojiro used his tail to heave his body into the floor, revealing his state: Blood dripped from the right side of his chin to the corner of his lips, the long cut that ran on his chest was surrounded by his blood-stained Gi, his foot was a bit shaky and his other foot was missing its boot, his tail had a bruise at its base and towards its hairy tip, shaking only enough so he wasn't dragging it. But he didn't look as if he was going to stop soon, he actually looked really pumped.
Izuku shouted in a rage and struck the floor causing a sizeable dent and crack, the display of
anger shook both audiences, all with thoughts that were similar to : He's F-ing scary when he's mad!
Izuku grudgingly got up showing his state as well; His forehead had hair plastered on it from blood and sweat, his orange appendages were damaged enough to show what could be guessed as tan bracers with symbols on it, his knees were scraped to hell and back
"Hey, sensei," Shoji piped up, "I think it's getting a bit intense out there, right?" All Might turned to him and said: "While I agree, Both of them show no real signs of slowing down, and they both are fighting fair and aren't going too far if they do I could stop them easily."
"Are you sure sensei?" Ochako asked, "they're both deep in the moment."
"Er, you do know that that's not him right?" Iida asked
"O-Oh, hehe."
"It's fine Young Uraraka." All Might assured her, but internally he and Inko were thinking of their Protogee\Son's durability and willpower, no matter what...
Hot damn were they proud of him.
Izuku and Ojiro stayed in their stances, panting and deciding for their next move while not daring to take their eyes off the other. Izuku took a particularly deep breath, and spoke: "Y'know what? As fun as this was, I've got to tell you something:"
"The hell is he planning?" Bakugo said out loud.
"I'm sorry, because now..." Izuku looked Ojiro in the eyes as Ojiro approached in a near-perfect stance.
...
"I'm mad."
...
"What the fu-"
Izuku pounced at Ojiro, prepping his left leg to strike, but Ojiro put his gaurd up. Izuku smirked and struck Ojiro on his unguarded right, bringing his opponent's defense as well as his own fist down and his fist down. Both audiences watched in pure awe and shock but it was broken by:
"GO DEKU!" Ochako and Eri cheered.
"Now," Izuku told himself as his gaze snapped to Ojiro's His fist connected with his chest instantly as did his other after it and again and again, his fists spinning and striking like a murderous wheel.
"Hot damn.\Fuck." Both Jirou's said With every new strike threw Ojiro more and more off course before a strong right punch connected to his jaw as Izuku shouted "HAVING FUN YET!?" and an equally powerful left to his thigh, forcing him on one knee.
"Fuckin' hell..." Bakugo breathed, he was brutal...
…
...he kinda liked it.
Izuku reared his right arm as far as possible and brought it down with his strongest punch possible downwards like the United States of Smash, so strong it bounced Ojiro into the air.
All jaws were unsafe from the mass drop from the brutality and effort needed.
"THIS ENDS..!" Izuku caught Ojiro's chest with a straight hand, his middle, ring and pointer fingers on his chest, as the Background went white with more red symbols reading:
"ONE-INCH PUNCH!\ONE-INCH PUNCH!"
Two Mina's, Two Sero's and two Kaminari's yelled out. The in-screen ones simply recognizing the technique. the hand closed, pushing Ojiro forwards, only for Izuku to spin around and launch him into the wall to his right, which he rebounded off of.
Izuku spun once more and connected his other foot to his stomach.
The world seemed to slow for all viewers as Ojiro coughed blood onto his Shinguard things.
"NOW!" Izuku shouted, and the force settled in, and Ojiro's back connected with the wall, but that wasn't it all: The wall cracked and broke as his body cut through the concrete like a stone to glass, he soared on and did the same to the next wall before hearing
"WHAT TH- GAAH!" It was Iida.
Ochako watched Iida cautiously as he held the 'Nuke' above his head saying in his silly Villian voice: "You can't even touch me HER-" *BOOM* Both heads darted at the left wall, hearing such a brutal sound.
"No way..." Kirishima said under his breath.
*BOOM!*
A white projectile blew through the wall and at Iida
"WHAT TH-GAAH!" He screamed as the boy made contact with him.
Ochako stared in awe at the collapsed boys, she turned back at the hole in the wall, seeing Izuku who had rushed in while she observed the aftermath of his match.
Izuku reached his hand behind his head, which was now missing his headband, and scratched it nervously. "H-Hey Ura-Uraraka?"
"Yeah Deku..?"
Izuku used his free arm to point at the prop nuke, "Could you grab the objective, please?"
"Oh, sure!"
*TIME SKIP*
"Really?" Aizawa asked, apparently recovering from the scene.
"Well everything except for this next part is exactly like what happens in your world." Sith shrugged
Ojiro walked home, his backpack strapped tight as he watched the lovely orange sky, and he sighed.
"Hey!"
Ojiro turned around to see Izuku running at him, waving a bandaged hand. "O-oh, Hi... Midoriya, was it?" Ojiro asked as the green-haired boy stopped in front of him.
"Yeah!" Izuku said cheerfully, Ojiro now noticed since they weren't hostile, the smaller boy had soft and friendly facial features, bright eyes, freckles on slightly-chubbed cheeks, and a tiny nose.
"I wanted to ask you something."
Ojiro raised a brow, "What's that Midoriya-san?"
Izuku smiled and asked "Could we do that again sometime? I don't really spare against people aside from my sensei, and that was the most fun I've had in a while!"
Ojiro... was inclined to agree, most of the others relied on their quirks so much, they ignored the arts, and it was fun and refreshing to meet someone like himself.
"He's not wrong," Nezu spoke up, "It's unwise to rely upon solely onto your quirks, but doing what Midoriya does could also be dangerous, but he had weapons to back him up, take notes children."
That's why he's the Principle.
"That would be excellent, Midoriya-san." Ojiro smiled back at the smaller boy.
"Great! We'd be perfect sparring partners!"
Izuku gave a thumbs up, showing he had the orange things still on. He looked down at his red shoes and orange leg things.
"Eh, what're those things he's wearing?" Ojiro asked
"Excuse me Midoriya?" Izuku's smile widened a bit with an 'uh-huh?' "What are those things you wear, are they bracers?"
"These? no, these are my weights"
...
...
...
"...Weights?" Ojiro asked, unsure how to react. "Yep! My sensei makes me wear them as training."
"Well how much do they weigh?" Ojiro asked, they couldn't weigh that much if the boy was that agile and strong in the fight.
"Yeah, right?" Sato added. Oh, how wrong he was.
"I forgot but..." Izuku looked from right to left and saw a metal bench to the near left.
"Alright, watch this:"
Izuku rolled up his right orange sleeve and unstrapped it, he then flung it onto the bench, as it went through the air Ojiro wondered what was the point in doing th-
*CREEA* *CRACK*
The moment the weight hit the bench, it forced it to fold until it hit the concrete and BROKE the sidewalk.
"OKAY, WHAT THE HELL?!" Jirou yelled
"Fuck!" Bakugo said, what the hell WAS this version of Deku, he was quirkless!
Ojiro stood still as stone as the boy retrieved his gear from the utterly DESTROYED bench. And the screen went black, but Ojiro's thoughts were heard once again
'This guy's gonna crush me'
"Mr. Sith..?" Nezu asked.
"Yeah?"
"How did Midoriya save Young Uraraka?"
"Oh, that's simple:"
Sith took a second to sip a now manifested cup of tea
"He took off all his weights."