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Sorry about the delay. A lot has happened in the last few weeks - months, and I am really behind on everything. Anyway, who's excited for the next season of Log Horizon?! I know I am, but now I also know this story is officially off cannon for backstory.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Paperwork

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It was like standing in front of an iceberg and telling it to move.

Iida couldn't do it. He couldn't open the door. His hand hovered over the handle, centimeters from the cold metal, but not touching.

Why was visiting his brother always so hard?

Squeaking wheels and bandaged limbs came into view as the wheelchair moved down the hallway. And even though the smile was as familiar as his own, there was just something slightly broken about it. Like there was something missing . . .

"Little bro? Is that you?"

Iida blinked and spun, snapping to attention, "Tensei! I didn't see you there! Why are you here?!"

And then he immediately flushed as he realized his blunder, "I mean -"

Tensei snorted in amusement, cutting him off, and then pointed at the door Iida had been standing in front of, "This is my room, you know. You're kinda blocking it. It's good to see you though, Little Bro."

Oh. Oh, right.

He was here to visit. To ask his brother's advice . . .

Iida swallowed heavily.

Can't turn back now.

"Can I . . . ask a question?"

0~o~0

Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-Bizzzzzz~

Sadly, the alarm clock that had been set the night before didn't survive Shiroe's startled awakening, splintering into fragments of plastic and metal under his fingers. Blinking blurrily at what was left of the device in his hand, Shiroe groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillow.

Ah, right, he mentally scoffed. I forgot. Level 100 enchanter. Regular equipment isn't going to cut it.

Sadly, that did nothing to prevent the reality that he still had to get up. After a few minutes Shiroe finally gave in and stumbled out from under the warm blankets. A quick flick of his fingers silenced the annoying contraption and he yawned as he leaned against the desk. His light brown turtleneck sweater was slightly lopsided, but he didn't bother to correct it as he examined his surroundings with a frown.

He'd left the lights off when he'd stumbled into the room after the officer had left. The one thing that had kept him from showing his exhaustion was his sense of professionalism. His guild members were the only ones he'd allow to see his moments of weakness, and right now none of them were here. Honestly, as much as he would like to trust the adults around him, to say this is your problem, now fix it, he couldn't.

He may have been just taking his first ventures into being an adult when he was kidnapped with everyone else into Elder Tales, but a lot could change in a little under a decade. As much as he would like to rest, to take a break from his responsibility, the truth was that trust was hard to come by. He'd trusted people before, and it had turned around and bitten him. So, even if he wanted to trust what these people told him, he still needed to set up contingencies.

And as nice as they may seem, he sighed, We all have our hidden sides.

I know I wouldn't let some stranger from another world walk around my city without supervision and backup plans.

So, no, Shiroe didn't trust anyone from this world. And they had a right not to trust him.

As things should be. It's better for everyone that way.

He'd set the alarm to wake him up after three hours of sleep, and it blinked cheerily at him from its lofty perch. The sun had drifted across the sky so that some light was spilling in through the window and illuminating the room. It was plain, as was expected from a safe house, but more cozy than he'd expected for such short notice. Nothing like his room in the guild house but good enough to take a cat nap in, which is just what he'd needed.

With a sigh, Shiroe turned his attention to the reason why he'd set the alarm so early. A stack of papers rested on the desk in front of him, pen sitting next to it. He'd glanced over it briefly, just enough to know that it looked like a foregin citizen registry form, before collapsing into the bed.

Probably didn't even have anything written specifically for someone visiting from another world. Go figure.

With a sigh, he scooped up the papers and pen to take into the kitchen so he could set dinner cooking as he filled them out. It took a few moments to scoop some rice into a cooker and set some vegetables up to steam. It wasn't much, but it was what he had to work with. Shiroe mentally made a note to go out and get some groceries, but he put that aside for now. Along with the issue that he currently didn't have any currency from this world.

With a groan and a creek, Shiroe settled into the table chair. He shuffled the papers so that they were all straight and then began to read softly.

"Please fill out these forms to the best of your ability. If you do not speak the language and need a translator please contact our office at -" Shiroe skipped ahead and picked up the pen with a click, "Ah, here we are. Name: Shiroe . . ."

Pen held gently between his fingers, Shiroe pressed the tip to the page and began the upper curve of the S . . . only to find his brow twitching as he glared at the pen.

"I forgot," he muttered, "How much I hate cheap office pens."

Most people probably never even really considered the difference between those packs of pens that you can buy by the dozens and the smaller containers that cost twice as much for a fourth as many. To Shiroe, though, it made all the difference.

The mass produced, cheap pens required a heavy hand and tender care to keep the ink from drying on the tip or gunking up randomly. Oftentimes, taking notes with those kinds of pens was almost impossible. Ink would run out, leaving dents in the pages where the letters were supposed to be, only to pick back up again two letters down the line. As a university student, having a light hand and a pen that inked the page even at the slightest touch was preferable for fast paced note taking.

He examined the pen and grimaced. The ink was low, and now that he was looking closely it was clear that it had been a long time since it was last used because leftover black specks were dried hard around the ball point at the tip. With a sigh and a glance around the room, Shiroe flicked his fingers and let the pen sink into his inventory. In its place, his small inkwell and favorite quill flashed into existence with a flare of blue light.

Even though his status screen had been working, he hadn't been sure about the inventory until he'd tried putting his staff and cloak into it after the officer had left. He didn't really want to freak anyone else out with what he could do at this point, and he had a feeling that having an 'indefinite storage space' that could store or hide any number of items would make more than a few people wary of him. He already had enough of that, he didn't need any more.

The quill settled into his hand naturally, much more naturally than the awkward perch he'd held the pen at, and he quickly set to work.

"First Name: Shiroe. Last Name - I will just leave that blank for now. Birth date -" he quickly began filling in the basic information with a few flicks of the quill, scanning over the document. He added Theldelsia as his country of origin (technically true) and Akihabara as his last known address. It wasn't until it asked for his age that he stumbled.

"Hm," he gently set the quill down with a frown. This . . . might pose a problem. "If we are going with the physical existence of this body, my legend has been around for over eighty years," he grimaced, "But I only transitioned six years ago, and at the time I was around . . . twenty-three, I think?"

So sue him if he had a hard time remembering his age. A lot had been going on! Remembering birthdays and how old you are kind of gets a little hard to do when your whole calendar gets thrown out the window and burned.

Regardless, what should he put? This body was well over eighty, and didn't look like it had aged a day over twenty. Mentally, he was probably around twenty-nine, if you added up his time as a human and his time as a half-alv after the transition.

Shiroe winced as he realized that he might even be considered getting old if he were still human.

After the transition Adventurer's kind of just . . . stopped aging. Some of the older adventurers even looked like they were getting younger by the year, as if the world itself was averaging their appearances to match their peak performance.

So, even if he put down that he was twenty-nine, would that be the truth? Shiroe groaned and decided to just move on and come back later. Maybe he would just make something believable up.

"Blood type . . ." Shiroe softly read the next line, and once again grimaced.

As a human, he'd been an A-positive blood type, but after the transition they'd found out the hard way that transfusions didn't really work the same way in Theldesia. Blood, especially Adventurer blood . . . didn't mix. At all. There really wasn't a way to check and see if blood types were still the same, but he was going to assume no.

So putting down A-positive, while not really a lie, wasn't really the complete truth.

What a pain.

He skipped to the next one.

Former/Current Occupation:

. . . And that wasn't any easier. What was he supposed to put? Guild Leader? Former University Student? Creator and Shadow Leader of the Round Table? Lord of Akihabara? Villain in Glasses?

Yeah . . . let's not cause a bigger problem than I am already dealing with.

Shiroe groaned and let his head thump on the table.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

0~o~0

"You had better have a good reason for summoning us here, Agent Frey. Not all of us have the free time that you seem to," a slightly portly man grunted as he slid into his padded leather seat, two steps down from the head of the table. His face was heavily wrinkled, with a scar running down one eye. Even with his slightly softer appearance, there was no mistaking the hard glare in his eyes.

Another member snorted softly and tilted her head, the soft lighting leaving most of her face in shadow, "You are just grouchy that you got pulled away from your little pet project, Reymond," she sniffed in a very birdlike way.

Reymond stiffened, his face going ridged with anger. "It is no pet project, Agent Crow, as you should well know! It could very well determine the future of our entire race! All we need is just a little more time and then-"

"And then what, Mr. Commissioner?" she hissed, her yellow eyes lighting up. Around her, the other members either shifted away nervously or glared at the two for upsetting the silence, "You're little subject becomes Number One? You know that is never going to happen so long as All Might is still in the picture. Unless . . . don't tell me, you plan to quietly get rid of the symbol of peace?"

Sputtering, Raymond slammed a fist on the table, "You step out of line, Agent Crow! One more word and I will-"

"Commissioner Raymond, Agent Crow, calm yourselves," a cold, emotionless voice interrupted both of them, and the room instantly went silent. Even the few members in the back who had been whispering to each other about one thing or another clammed up and snapped to attention.

Raymond paled and whipped around, facing the front of the room where the newest figure had just entered.

"Mr. Chairman," Raymond breathed, "I . . . I apologize for my rude behavior. It was uncultured and unnecessary."

He bowed, barely hiding his trembling hands under the table. Agent Crow herself had frozen, face slipping back into an emotionless mask.

The Chairman watched them all with amusement, and the air almost felt like it was weighing down on them. An unseen burden pressing down on their shoulders, a large predator passing its gaze over a gaggle of unknowing prey.

"Indeed," the word almost came out at a purr, "Please make sure that it never happens again."

"Of course," two voices echoed softly, one from Raymond and the other from Agent Crow as they sunk back into their seats as if to make them smaller targets.

Silently, the Chairman passed his eyes over the gathering and then smiled coldly, "I see that everyone is here," he nodded and turned to a slightly trembling man standing near him. "Agent Frey, would you care to present your findings to the board? Explain it exactly as you did to me."

A short figure scuttled out of the shadows, eyes flickering around the people at the table as they turned their attention toward him. He winced and swallowed. Why did he have to do this again?

Ah, right, the Chairman had asked. And when the Chairman asks, you don't say no.

So, with a shuddering breath and a flick of his hands a large screen popped up above their heads on the wall.

"As of 13:06 yesterday we had a Class S alert appear in Downtown Musutafu. Later reports indicated a villain fight between Class C hero Eraserhead and Class D villain, Itsu Yamagami, over one of the hero's students. During said fight, a third entity interrupted," breathe, "Our agents in the police are still working to get more information, but as of one hour ago, this is our suspect."

On the screen the image of a new figure replaced the villain and hero profiles.

"Suspected Class S. Affiliation Unknown. Known Alias -" Agent Frey paused and glanced around the room, "Villain in Glasses."

Whispers immediately broke out among the group, brows furrowed in worry.

Their organization, while unknown to the public, was what kept their little society together. Their scientists were constantly researching better equipment for and against quirks. They had agents within every hero agency, monitoring who, what, when, and how. When a Hero did something they shouldn't? Witnesses were silenced. Media threatened. By the end, the situation didn't happen.

They were very familiar with hero Endeavor. They were also probably why his reputation wasn't in tatters.

The point was, they decided what the public did or didn't know about their heroes. They decided if I a powerful quirk user should be nudged along the path to being a hero - or quietly squashed and squirreled away for testing.

Some quirks were not meant to be public.

Their class segregation of powers was a huge part of that decision. Most heroes landed squarely in class D, one of the lowest power levels. This included quirks with little power and variation. Then, there was class C. A little more powerful, a little more dangerous. Class B started venturing into the red zone. Quirks that could seriously injure or kill just by existing. The power level didn't necessarily mean that the quirked person was actually in that power section, however. Eraserhead was a good example of a low power high efficiency quirk user. Due to the nature of his quirk, he might even be able to take out a high tier if he caught them by surprise.

Then, there was class A. This included people like All Might, who had managed to slip their sensors when he first appeared, Endeavor, and their little pet project Hawks. These people were dangerous, and typically volatile. But All Might was protected by the media, and Endeavor knew not to step out of line. Hawks wasn't a problem either. As long as those three didn't make waves, there wouldn't be any accidents.

But the final class, Class S, were the true abominations. They were the true reason that their organization had worked so hard to develop the power sensors. Class S quirks like All for One, Rewind, and Disintegration were off the charts in terms of power output. The organization made an effort to catch them before they realized what they could do. It was impossible with All for One (he'd managed to avoid the sensors, to their frustration), but they were closing in on Shigaraki and his little band. They would have caught him already if it weren't for one little problem.

The scanners only caught active use of quirks.

Agent Frey closed his eyes and listened for a moment before speaking up.

"At 13:06 yesterday afternoon, our sensors picked up an unregistered S Class power surge," a deep breath, "That power surge still has not subsided."

"Whoever this Villain in Glasses is," his eyes flashed, "Their quirk is constantly active. And we still don't know what it is."

"In other words," the Chairman spoke up for the first time, eyes cold and dark as he turned to the gathering, "Unless we want another All for One on our hands, I want you to find him."

"He might be our biggest asset yet -" Yellow eyes gleamed maliciously, "Or our biggest threat."

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Hello new and returning fans! I hope that you enjoyed the chapter! Huge thanks to my beta for encouraging me to continue this story. Without them, this would not exist.

By the way, in other stories people have mentioned that they would like to know where to find the webtoon that I am doing (It's an original story, and not associated with fanfiction at all, but if any of you webtoon fans out there want to check it out feel free. I'd love to hear your honest opinion!). If you want to check it out, it's posted to Webtoon under the pen name Goldenbrook with the Title A Monster's Secret Dream. It was originally A Monster's Secret but . . . someone else had already taken the title.

I am hoping to continue this story, but with my schedule being as chaotic as it is, it may be a while before I get to the next chapter. If you guys want to throw your guesses of what you think is going to happen at me though, I would love to hear them!

Until next time, stay safe!

(Updated: 4/1/2021)