AN ASURA IS BORN
OMAKE #2:
FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT
My Hero Academia, Kengan Asura and Baki belong to their respective authors and publishers.
A Week After Niko Left Izuku In The Inside
-Musutafu-
Nemuri Kayama was not happy.
At least at the moment.
*siiiiiigh*
Groaning heavily, the Heroine was strolling through streets of Musutafu. It was a pleasant day despite the foul mood she was in.
The sun was shining high in the sky, there was a pleasant breeze that was caressing her face, the birds chirped serenely, and the square she was in was full of people who, like her, were trying to enjoy their day.
Picking up her smartphone, she checked the time, noting that it was only a few minutes before noon.
"I might try to find some secluded place to have lunch. Can't be bothered to return home and cook..."
Sighing, she began fiddling with her device.
The reason for the current status of the R-Rated Heroine? Simple.
Stress.
Daily and night patrols, press conferences, meetings with the Commission, fan events and as if that weren't enough, her work at U.A. .
Yes. Definitely stress.
To say that Nemuri was starting to look like a certain sleep-deprived friend of hers wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"Guh...!"
She shivered at the very thought of looking like a walking corpse wrapped in a yellow sleeping bag.
"So, let's see where-Ah!"
She was looking into her smartphone so intently that she didn't realize she was walking into someone.
An audible and somewhat annoyed grumble came from a suit-clad middle aged man. The grumpy look he had on his face vanished completely as he noticed who it was that had ran into him.
Nemuri recovered immediately and wasted no time in apologizing.
"Oh my...! I'm mortified, sir. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you all right?"
The man smiled.
"Don't worry, miss! No harm done!"
His gaze shifted from the woman's face to her body. A gesture that did not go unnoticed by Nemuri.
She had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
Although she was dressed in plain clothes and had her hair tied into a ponytail so as not to draw attention to her, the hoodie and jeans she was wearing did little to conceal her... womanly features.
Having already had enough of the repulsive look the man was giving her, she tried to apologize as quickly as possible.
"Well, I'm glad you're not hurt. Now I'm sorry, but I really have to go."
Nemuri stated, attempting to get the older man in front of her to take a hint.
Unfortunately for her, he didn't.
"Are you sure, miss?"
He asked, in a 'concerned' tone that made the Heroine's stomach churn.
"I heard things have been rough here lately, with Villans and criminals and whatnot. How about we find a secluded place to have a chat, mhm?"
The false worry from this, frankly, slimy individual was about as subtle and deceptive as a Detroit Smash to the face.
Nemuri had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her voice steady.
"Stay calm."
She thought.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. However, I really am in a hurry, so if you'd please excuse me..."
The Heroine in disguise bowed to man and began walking past him.
He, however, still didn't know how to take a hint.
With surprising swiftness, the man snatched Nemuri 's wrist into his grip and pulled her so she was forced to face him.
"...!"
"Come on, there's no need to be shy."
His 'calming' smile was horrid to look at, and the voices of the people around them started to whisper.
Nemuri, meanwhile, was this close to beat the living shit out of this creep. But she tried one last time to be polite so as not to generate a scene and further ruin her day.
"Like I said, I-"
"If you're busy, I'll put my number in your phone so you can call me later. Sound like a plan?"
The man's slimy grin was awful to behold.
"Stop it."
She said, more forcefully this time.
"Y'know, we could talk for a bit and then I could take yo-Agh!"
She jolted at the man's sudden outcry, and Nemuri felt her forearm released from the pervert's grasp. She soon found herself staring at the reason for the older man's outburst.
There stood a tall man, in his mid-thirties, with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that fell from his right shoulder. He was wearing a simple black tank top and loose jeans.
And judging by the stern glare he had in his eyes and the frighteningly tight grip on the man's forearm, he was pissed.
Nemuri brought her wrist close to herself to rub it, attempting to ease the ache.
The older man struggled, but he didn't budge an inch out of the newcomer's grasp.
"What the hell are you doing...?"
He almost growled. The deep, menacing tone in which he spoke was enough to startle those present.
"W-We were just talking! I was just being friendly!"
The creep lied, attempting to charm the brown-haired man now in front of him with a false smile, reaching his free hand to the woman.
"Isn't that right, I-"
*crrrk!*
"GAH!"
A sickening crunch came from the forearm of the older man as the iron grip the other one had on it tightened even more.
"Really. Is that the best you can do?"
*crrrk!*
"ARGH! You motherfucker! Let me go!"
"As you wish."
With a violent tug, the creep was pulled towards him, stumbling away from the two. The brown-haired man took the opportunity to put himself between the older man and Nemuri.
"There you go. Now, I'll be blunt. I'm in the middle of a really fucking bad time, and I'd appreciate if it didn't get worse. So get out of my sight before I shove those expensive shiny shoes so far up your ass you'll have to tie them through your nose."
The creep, enraged by what just happened turned around to give the other man a piece of his mind, but-
"DID I FUCKING STUTTER?"
-but his murderous gaze pierced him like a myriad of knives.
Whimpering and on the verge of tears, the creep scampered away while holding his forearm.
The other man, not having finished yet, turned to the other people who were watching without lifting a finger to help Nemuri.
"Enjoyed the show, folks? Follow the example of that "model citizen" and get lost. Don't you have anything better to do?"
As before, the passersby flinched and resumed their business.
*siiiiiigh*
Taking a long sigh, the man bent down as if to grab something, and it was then that Nemuri noticed a large burlap sack at his feet. He took it with one arm, putting it on his shoulder.
The gesture caused his massive arms to flex, making his already impressive muscles to bulge and-
"No! Dammit! Seriously, Nemuri?! Right now?!"
The Heroine mentally chided herself as her cheeks took some color.
"You okay there, miss?"
Recovering from her thirsty thoughts, Nemuri turned her attention to her savior.
Not that she needed help, but still...
"Yes, thank you. That guy was really persistent. I don't know what I would have done without your help... uh..."
The man smiled and nodded.
"Tokita. Niko Tokita. I'm glad I could help you, miss, even though most likely you wouldn't have needed it, right?"
"Huh?"
He chuckled.
"The way your body stiffened. It wasn't fear. You were getting ready."
Nemuri's raised both eyebrows.
"Over shoulder throw, yes?"
Her eyes widened.
"H-How did you...?"
He winked at her.
"Let's call it professional secrecy, okay? Well, it's not that unthinkable that a Heroine knows how to defend herself, am I right?"
"Wha-"
Flabberstagged, Nemuri couldn't contain her shock. But just when she tried to deny Niko's words-
*grrroooooowl*
-her stomach let out a roar that made Hound Dog look like an abandoned puppy...
"..."
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"Uhm..."
"..."
"Well, ain't you an hungry one? Just as it happens, I'm the owner of a small diner. If you'd like, I'd be happy to offer you lunch, Midnight-san."
Niko tried with all his heart not to burst out laughing right there, but it would have been cruel to the poor woman in front of him, who was blushing so hard that her face was on the verge of catching fire.
"Yes, please..."
She whisper-pouted.
So, the two set off together.
However, for the duration of the journey, Nemuri's thoughts could only focus on the man standing next to her, talking amiably with her as they waited to arrive at their destination.
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"Niko Tokita, huh...?"
A/N:
Okay, everyone, put down the torches and the pitchforks! I can explain!
It's been... what...? Four months? Five? Can't remember...
Anyway, It's been a lot of time since the last update and you were surely expecting a brand new chapter instead of an omake, but rest assured!
By the time you're done reading this, the new chapter of An Asura Is Born will be completed and fully edited!
The reason I'm writing this omake, explaining Niko and Nemuri metting aside, is because I wanted to adress four things, and they are:
1. Notification Problem:
It came to my attention that some of the users on Fanfiction sent me some private messages to my account, but for whatever reason, I didn't get a notification or the message didn't arrive at all. While I did manage to reply to some of them, I still feel guilty about those I left without a response. If any of you are among the second category, I humbly apologize to all of you, and please, don't let it discourage you from writing. If you have doubts or questions about my story, or if you just want to have a chat, feel free to write me. Reading and replying to your reviews/messages is one of the things that I like to do the most right after writing. I promise I'll try to be more careful about them.
2. Links Not Working:
I also noticed that the links I put in some chapters are not working, even though I try to mask them by putting spaces between each letter. Unfortunately I couldn't find a way to work around this, so I can suggest to those who wish to view the pictures or listen the music I put directly on the chapters, to read this story also on Archive Of Our Own and Wattpad. Unlike Fanfiction, on those site you can put fully functioning links, so if you're curious, check this story on those two sites.
3. Clean Up:
I also did a bit of clean-up of the previous chapter before writing this omake and the new chapter. Nothing major, mind you, I just fixed some typos and grammar/sentece mistakes I made. I decided to do this right now so my writing could be more consistent with the upcoming chapters.
The last point I want to address is also the most important to me, so I'll give it its dedicated space. Here goes:
R.I.P.
Kentaro Miura
July 11, 1966 - May 6, 2021
Kentaro Miura, author of one of the manga that have accompanied me since I was a child (yeah, I started reading Berserk when I was like... nine or ten-years-old... still carring that trauma...), died at 54. In fact, leaving his magnum opus, Berserk, unfinished.
While I'll never know how Guts' and Griffith's epic struggle will end, I can only say this.
Thanks for everything, sensei.
For this very reason, I'll announce right now, my next story. Be assured that I won't start writing it until I'm done with either An Asura Is Born or Embers. I'm already struggling with two stories, and I can't possibly make it work with three.
As for the new story itself, it'll be another crossover.
To be more precise, a Berserk x Black Clover x The Witcher x Warhammer fanfiction.
Again, no, I'm not crazy.
Anyway, let's wrap things up, shall we?
Thank for reading through all this, have a co-Huh...?
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Wait... *pats his pants*
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Sorry, gimme a sec... *searches his pockets*
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Dang it, I'm outta cookies... Here, have a banana instead. 🍌