"This game is rigged. It takes longer but forming a party isn't this hard normally."

Sitting at a computer screen, the only source of light in a black room, is a scrawny being with a hoodie over his head. He types away until a voice asks, "Tenko! Dinner's ready!"

The being, now named Tenko, groans, "I'll be there in a little bit, Granana! I just gotta make a party for my game!"

"What kind of game is it?"

Tenko tells her, "An RPG!"

"Well then make sure it's even leveled. If you try to specialize in one field, your party can be beat by something unexpected."

Tenko's smile is illuminated by the computer screen, "Good point, Granana. Thanks!"

He starts typing away, "League Mission: Absolute Chaos. Henchmen: Must be provided (some of these psychos gotta be able to produce this). Status: Seeking gainful employment."

His cellphone starts to ring and he answers it without reading the name, "Shimura Residence."

"Hey Tenko, it's your Imoto."

Tenko sits up, "Oh, hey, sis. What's going on?"

"Nothing major, just a heads up, dad just tried to call me. Tried being the word used because I hung up the second he spoke."

The grip on the cellphone tightens, "Did you call the police?"

"Not yet. I'm prepared to file a restraining order, though."

Tenko asks, "And how's mom?"

"I'm calling her next to check. So far nothing major has happened."

The older brother tells her, "Alright, call her, ask to stay with her, keep a can of mace on you."

"Was already gonna do that."

The hoodie wearing boy tells her, "Good. Now I'm gonna have dinner with Granana and let her know."

"Don't worry her too much. This is her son we're talking about."

The brother tells her, "A son who hurt her grandkids."

"Still, just be careful how you word things. And please don't speak in too many video game terms."

The boy groans, "Fiiine. I'm gonna head out now, bye."

"Bye, onii-san!"

"Sayonara," says young Tenko, who pockets the phone and heads out of his room.

Standing over a four seater dining table is a tall woman, with a pink sweater, and salt and pepper black hair, a few wrinkles around the edge of her mouth. She gives a big toothy grin to the boy, "So, who was that on the phone, Ten-Kun?"

He tells her, "It was Hana...She wanted to let me know he just called."

She stops everything and walks into the kitchen, keeping her back to her grandson, "Now is this 'He' that called, is it...Kotaro?"

Tenko nods slightly, before she starts to tear up a little, "I'm sorry, Ten-Kun. I'm so, so sorry you're still dealing with my mistake."

He hugs his grandmother, "You did nothing wrong, Granana, he's just using you as an excuse."

She nods, "I know that, but still. I can't help but feel he has every right to be mad at me."

He tells her, "Hey, why don't we take our minds off of this and enjoy some dinner?"

The grandmother asks her grandson, "Hope you like Octopus."

Tenko raises his hands up in a joking manner, "I like anything you cook, Granana."

-Meanwhile-

"Mom," Calls out Izuku as he enters the modest, new front door, "I'm home!"

Coming down a flight of stairs is a body hiding behind the three huge boxes she's carrying. Izuku walks over and takes one of the boxes. They set it down on the floor, giving Izuku a good look at his mother. She's his height, but is a bit wider, not that he'll ever say that to her as an insult since she's still pretty. Other than a few wrinkles starting to form around her eyes, she was able to age to middle age with grace. She had the same mint-like hair as her son, kept out of the way by a modest ponytail, wearing a skirt, house shoes, and a button up blouse. She hugs him, "Welcome home, Izuku. How was your first day?"

Izuku smiles, "It was great. I made a lot of new friends."

His mothers eyes grow to the size of dinner plates and tears start to well up, before she smiles warmly, "You have friends. Izuku, I'm so happy for you!"

He hugs his mother to console her and tells her, "Come on, mom. Let me help you unpack."

The pair quickly work away, and she tells him, "I put all of your things in the room you chose. Whenever you're ready I'll help you get it all set up."

The son nods, "I'll take care of that later, let me help you unpack the rest of the stuff."

He suddenly gets a text on his phone. He reads it,

Hey Izuku its Clover

He starts to sweat a little…

HHHHHHi Clover-Chan

There's a few seconds before his phone beeps again.

Nervous?

He nods as he types.

Sorry

He gets a response.

Don't be, sorry I didn't think to ask, but what's your address?

Izuku types in the address and gets back to working with his mother.

As they work, they eventually hear the doorbell ring, and Mrs. Midoriya calls out, "I'll get it."

She opens the door to find six women and three men standing at her door, the red haired girl asks, "Hi, ma'am. Is this Izuku Midoriya's house?"

Mrs. Midoriya suddenly goes wide eyed and starts to sweat a little, "Y-Yes. I'm his mother, Inko. Let me go get him."

She lightly closes the door, and walks out of the entryway. Once she's in the next room, she runs, and is scrambling at Izuku's feet, "IIIIIIZUUUUKUUUUU!"

She sits there on her hands and knees, "The people at the door are asking for you!"

He goes to answer the door, recognizing the youngest among them, "Clover-Chan? W-What are you doing here with Alex-Chan and Sam-Chan?"

An older woman who looks very similar to Clover save for lighter hair gushes, "Ooh! Clover dear, he's already giving you girls nicknames~!"

This makes Clover groan, "Mooom, don't embarrass me!"

A tall man with dirty blonde hair with his button up shirt's sleeves rolled up, offers his hand, "Sorry about them. George Ewing, you've met my wife Stella and my daughter Clover."

Izuku takes his hand, "Izuku Midoriya, sir."

A woman who looks like an older Sam, wraps her arm around her shoulder, "A proper gentleman. Don't see that too often."

She shrugs, "That's not inaccurate, mom."

An older man with greying hair and a goatee opens a book titled simple Japanese phrases, "Konichiwa, Midoriya Izuku. Watashi Simpson James, no otosan Samantha, no otto Gabrielle."

He closes the book, with a nervous smile on his face. Izuku bows, "Konichiwa, Simpson-San."

Izuku's mother walks in, and bows lightly, "Um...My name is Inko Midoriya, I'm Izuku's mother. Are you some of the friends he made at school?"

Alex steps up, "Yeah, I'm Alex, that's Sam and Clover. We met him earlier today."

Clover adds, "He offered to help me with chemistry, but when I heard y'all hadn't moved in yet, it felt like the right thing to help out."

The woman who looks like an older Alex, starts gushing with a slightly taller man with a lantern jaw over Alex, "Diego, our sweetie has such amazing friends!"

Diego chuckles, "Yes she does, Carmen. Yes she does."

At this Alex groans, "Now I'm the one being embarrassed."

Inko tells them, "I thank you for coming, but if you are asking to help I won't deny it. But at the same time it feels rude to ask that of you."

Clover tells her, "It's no problem, seems the least we can do to help."

Inko nods, "Alright, thank you very much."

Mother and son turn around and head further into the house, with Inko panicking, "This is unexpected."

Izuku also panics, "I agree, mom. I agree."

Inko points to the various boxes, "Um, everything should be where it's supposed to be, we just have to get them out of the boxes. The only rooms that are empty are the three bedrooms upstairs. I wanted to give Izuku the chance to choose which room he wanted."

Izuku heads up right away, to start moving the boxes. Out of the three, he liked the one where the window opens to a part of the roof that is only slightly curved, easy enough to get out of the room and walk onto the roof. Sam speaks up behind him, "Is this the room you chose?"

Izuku stiffens, nervous all of a sudden, "Y-Y-Yes…"

He turns around slowly, and he sees her opening one of the boxes, "Here, let me help you get some stuff out."

Izuku starts to stammer, but the redhead has already seen his memorabilia.

She pulls out a statuette of a man built like hercules, making a simple stance in a red and blue costume with a gold belt buckle and boots. His hair is slicked back, save for two bangs made into a sort of 'bunny ear' look. His face is shaded so his eyes aren't easy to spot, but his smile is big and toothy. She giggles a little bit, "A superhero fan, are we?"

Izuku squirms a bit, standing on one foot and hugging his other knee and his face, "Y-Y-Y-Yes, s-s-s-s-sorry."

She hands him the tiny statue, apologizing, "Sorry if I embarrassed you."

Izuku rubs the back of his head, "N-No problem."

She goes to open another box, this time finding a poster of the same superhero, posing to an american flag with the words PLUS ULTRA at the bottom, and Sam asks, "Okay, you've gotta be this guy's number one fan."

Izuku explains, "K-Kind of, A-All Might's just makes me feel confident."

Sam smiles, "That's good to hear. I'll head downstairs so I don't embarrass you more."

Izuku sheepishly smiles as she heads out.

He starts taking out all the All Might memorabilia and puts it into his closet, everything else, which admittingly wasn't a whole lot, is put into a corner.

He goes downstairs and helps out the others. Mr. Simpson asks, "So, young man, I understand your father is working right now. What does he do exactly?"

Izuku answers, "W-Well, for the last couple of years it was as a representative for Todoroki Industries, a company back in Japan. He was to work at an office here in California to expand into the US, but he proved so good that he spent the last couple of years in the same spot. Actually, thanks to him finally getting promoted, he could afford moving all of us here to America."

Mr. Casoy chuckles, "A true family man. No better kind of person in the world."

Mr. Ewing walks by, "Hey, guys, it's getting pretty late, so I thought I'd buy all of us dinner, what would you like to eat?"

The green haired boy bows his head, "Mr. Ewing, you don't have to do that!"

He gives a thumbs up, "Maybe, but I wanna be nice. The least we can do."

Izuku bows in rapid succession, "Thank you so much sir!"

Mr. Ewing starts typing into his phone, "I know a hibachi restaurant down the road that does some delivery. Anything special you want to ask for?"

"Katsudon, please."

-Meanwhile-

WOOHP Maximum Security Prison.

Designed to hold the most dangerous of criminals in the world.

Granted they aren't dangerous because they're serial killers, though some are.

Not that they are cannibals, or rapists, or any other horrible crime.

They're dangerous because of how petty they are.

Like the man claiming he's a descendant of medieval tyrants who tried to change world history.

Or the man who made clones of top secret agents to frame them.

Tim Scam, Diminutive Smalls, these are some of the big named people locked away.

But right now, only one is of special interest.

A man is being escorted into a meeting room where there's a woman with curly red hair, middle aged given her sharp features yet still quite beautiful. She asks him, "Are you the representative of my lawyer?"

The man with blue eyes and brown hair nods, "I am, Miss Tate. My name is Vincent Vanbierk, and I'm here to ensure you get your freedom."

Tate snorts, "Hard to do. People are already comparing me to Dr. Frankenstein for what I did with my models. If anything, can you at least get proper prosthetics for me? My leg's been killing me since I got here. And please, call me Tuesday. Miss Tate makes me feel older than I am."

Vanbierk smiles, "Of course, Tuesday. And not to worry, the agency did not follow all of the law when they arrested you. We should be able to get the trial to reexamine your case, so I wouldn't lose hope."

Tuesday tells him, "Even if I get my freedom, nobody will want to work with me."

"Not quite."

Vanbierk tells her, "While I am a representative of HHM, I am also a representative of a very dear friend of mine who is quite interested in working with you. Here's his card for whenever you get the chance to make a call."

He passes her a card, and it does have a number and even an email, but the name is a mystery to her.

ZHAO

Tuesday raises an eyebrow, "Am I supposed to know who this is?"

Vanbierk explains, "Just someone who is interested in hiring you, my dear. Rest assured you will be out of here sooner or later."

It was only a few hours later, or maybe even a few days later, it's hard to tell with no sense of time in this prison. But regardless, while in the library, Tuesday is writing up an email for 'Zhao,' simply writing that she wants to know what it is that they want.

Zhao responds immediately with a picture and a question.

The picture is of an asian man, japanese, maybe korean, it was hard to tell at times. But she saw across his face was a series of claw marks, with diamonds peppered into them, like they were shrapnel from a bomb.

The question was simple: Remove these scars.

Tuesday writes to him, "Let me out of prison, and I'll do what I can."

The response was just as simple: Done.

-Meanwhile-

The doorbell rings, and Inko answers, finding a delivery man, "Midoriya?"

Inko nods, and the man hands her two bags of food, "Have a nice day, ma'am."

She closes the door, "Everyone, food's here!"

Everyone congregates into the living room, sitting on various pillows with a long coffee table used to hold the food.

Clover looks at Izuku's bowl, "Sooo, what exactly is Katsudon?"

Izuku explains, "Well, it comes in three layers. The bottom is rice, the middle is cooked egg, and the top is a breaded pork cutlet. It's my favorite food from back home."

The three girls surround him, starting to make him sweat, and each one asks to try it.

He offers them the bowl and they each take a piece of pork and some of the egg and rice.

Alex gushes, "Ooh, so delicious!"

They return the bowl and his fork, but he starts staring at the fork, "D-D-D-Do I s-s-s-s-still eat off this? I-Isn't that like...K-K-K-Kissing!?"

Gabby chuckles, "I'm guessing he's shy around girls."

Inko says, "This is the longest I've ever seen him near a girl."

The front door opens, and a voice calls out, "Oh Lucy I'm home!"

It's followed by a laugh, "I've always wanted to try that."

The voice starts moving around, "So, honey, check this out, I went over to this Hibachi down the road to try to surprise you and Zuku, but they said they'd sent out an order for a Midoriya already. Also, what's with all the cars?"

A tall and handsome man walks into the room, undoing a tie. He has on a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing that he has some firm arms, his face is firm and handsome, with only some wrinkles around his eyes to show he's a little bit older. His hair is spiked to the right, detailed by an undercut, yet the curls are apparent if one looks closely. And silver framed glasses.

He tilts his head, "Hey, Uh, honey, did our child become a casanova overnight?"

As the two start to panic, the man waves to the three family, "Konbanwa and welcome to my house. My name is Hisashi Midoriya. Sorry if the joke was in bad taste."

Stella assures, "Oh, don't worry. We make the same jokes all the time."

Clover pouts, "Mom!"

Hisashi takes a seat next to his wife, "You mind teaching me? I've been so busy away from the house I never learned how to make those kinds of jokes."

Mr. Ewing offers him a bottle of water, "Leave that to us, sir."

Hisashi checks out the platter, and spots, "Oooh, Salmon!"

He grabs a fork and starts piling a plate of the stuff.

The twelve enjoy the dinner for the next hour or two, and when all that's left are the dishes, Izuku starts taking some, "I'm gonna head over and start loading up the dishwasher."

When he's out of the room, Hisashi raises his soda can, "I would like to give a toast. To the first real friends my son has had in a long time."

Mr. Casoy raises an eyebrow, "Now that I find it hard to believe. The kid's got a good head on his shoulders, and from what I've seen a proper gentleman."

Alex does stand up slowly, "Um, he did say something after a classmate was excessive with him."

Everyone looks at her, "He told us something like 'Not all men are equal.' And he said he's known that since he was four."

Hisashi and Inko's features darken, as the patriarch sets down his fork, "I see. So he's still affected by that."

Gabby leans in, "What is going on? I know it's none of my business, so if you don't want to tell I understand."

Inko starts to tear up, "No, no. It's nothing major. It's just...When Izuku was four, this was months after Hisashi started working overseas, but I took him to a doctor for a checkup, and he told us he has Athetos Syndrome."

Mr. Simpson strokes his beard, "Athetos, that's greek for without place. What is it?"

Hisashi explains, "It's a form of autism, not too extreme, but present none the less. But unfortunately some of his classmates took it as an excuse to bully him. Quirkless was a word I heard quite a bit about, for some reason. I heard one time an old, old friend of his actually gave him a derogatory nickname," he inhales, and says the next word with as much venom as he can, "Deku. Which means useless."

Everyone looks down in guilt at what Izuku has had to go through. And none of them knew that Izuku was behind the wall, hearing what his parents told them. Izuku eventually walks into the room with a smile, "S-So, now that dinner is over with, what should we do next?"

"Revenge is an act of passion; Vengeance of Justice. Injuries are revenged; Crimes are avenged." - Samuel Johnson

Author's Note:

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...I know, I know, Die another day is one of the worst James Bond movies. But it was the first one I saw as a kid, and I hold it to a moderate standard, not a high standard mind you, but a standard. So that's why it's the first to appear in James Bond, owned by Ian Flemming, United Artists, and I believe Eon. Don't worry I'll try to put in the others, for example I'd like to work in Live and Let Die, in honor of the late great Yaphet Kotto.

But I do think I'll need some serious help to modernize them because past attempts I saw were really really bad.

Also, I saw somewhere that Totally Spies first came out twenty years ago (2001). God, I'm old.

Oh, and if it seems like I've released this real quickly, I tried something different where I write the first two chapters in advance, correcting myself as I write chapter 3. So forgive me if the next chapter takes just as usually long.