Soulbound heroes

by shados960

As the world was at stake from being swallowed in madness by the kishin asura. Maka and soul went inside the kishin’s very soul to save crona gorgon from a fate brought by his actions; preparing to make the ultimate sacrifice to redeem himself. But fate had other plans that day, as the three were taken from their world and sent into another; one filled with heroes and villains.

5. Chapter 5:A starting point

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Soul Eater nor do I own My Hero Academia, both are respective properties of Studio Bones.

Also want to say thank you for your patience with this chapter and sorry for the delay, but I and my good friend Dmandog056 worked hard to make this chapter come and to its best quality possible. So please favorite, follow, and especially review as much as possible, as every time I see any one of those it warms my heart deeply.

So with that out of the way, here's the latest chapter!

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Chapter 5: A starting point

CENTRAL HOSPITAL THIRD FLOOR

Ezio continued walking back down the hall to Maka, Crona, and Soul's room with the utmost speed in his mechanical legs' movements. The old detective recounting everything he had learned from the mangaka writer before he left back home to view his new source material. The man was practically skipping in joy as he left the hospital, no doubt due to feeling so overwhelmingly happy by the new and massive creative material at his disposal.

Ezio was glad that at least somebody benefited from this whole messy ordeal, the same unfortunately couldn't be said about Maka, Crona, and Soul. The three children were now trapped in another world with no way to head back to their home dimension. All while their friends and comrades were most likely still struggling to fight off a godlike villain no less. Or perhaps possibly...even worse may have happened at this point.

The detective once reaching such despairing thoughts tightened his metallic fist in righteous anger. Ezio wishing more than anything, that he could beat the living shit, out of whoever or whatever, was responsible for kidnapping them to this dimension. What did these poor kids ever do to deserve something so cruel as this? And at the worse possible timing no less. They were literally trying to save their world from absolute destruction and nearly died to accomplish their mission.

So how could any part of that story be justifiable for the punishment, of being banished from their home and left stranded in another world without any sort of explanation?

Well, whatever the case may be, there's no further point in brooding about it anymore, right now he needed to address the far more important issues currently going on in the very present. The biggest dilemma, and the one that was sending his brain's gears into overdrive; was trying to figure out what exactly to do about the three interdimensional immigrants he was returning to?

Thankfully Eizo wasn't blindly charging into this completely unknown territory ignorant. Ōkabo had taken the time to explain everything he managed to learn of this other world, the trio had originally come from. And needless to say, he still didn't know what to fully make of any of it.

Maka, Soul, and Crona originated from an alternate earth that appeared to be several decades behind in technological development compared to their world. And while their civilization may be less modernized, the magical insanity that continually occurs there more than makes up for it. Such as the shibusen academy that Maka and Soul go to, which has branches across the globe. An esoteric academy that Teenagers can go to where they are trained to become meisters and for demon weapons to learn to master their abilities in the academy.

The primary shibusen school is located in Nevada USA and is governed by that cartoony man who was the actual grim reaper himself. Something Eizo never thought could sound simultaneously hilarious and terrifying.

It was truly astounding how many similarities there were to hero schools and these shibusen academies. The only difference though was that students of the magical school would be allowed to hunt down evil humans. Which were villains only more monstrous in nature. And after students killed them, they would claim their souls as a reward, which were those floating orbs he saw earlier on the tv. The souls are then promptly eaten by the meister's weapon, to accumulate power until they have claimed 99 souls, and are ready for the test to achieve the status of death scythe.

At first, this major piece of information about demon weapons, and in conjunction souls, horrified the detective to no end. He already learned the mind-blowing revelation that the literal concept of the soul itself actually existed. So, hearing that the vital spiritual component of a person's very existence, could be easily consumed for power by anyone like that kid when being killed was extremely nightmarish to no end.

The detective's mind grew very frightened and highly concerned of the disturbing possibility that either Soul or that gremlin attached to Crona (who was a demon weapon merged into him) would crave for some poor suckers' soul for a late snack. But despite the fears he held for such inhuman appetites running rampant, the logical part of Eizo's brain doubted either of the two would go around and start chowing down on the souls of the innocent.

They stopped those robbers and escaped from that group of lesser pro heroes without killing them. Coupled with soul's personality and that creatures lack of dominance over his attached partner crona, there may not be any need to fret over them feasting on human souls.

But in all honesty, the more he heard what this other world was like, the more he felt it was less like an alternate universe; and more akin to some anime version of Halloween Town from the nightmare before Christmas film. But to be fair this was the earth of another dimension, so of course, it would be weird as hell and completely abnormal in so many other areas.

Yet as Eizo heard more of how shibusen worked, he grew more than disturbed by how shibusen would tend to recklessly throw their students into the jaws of danger when they were still learning; to the point of treating them like borderline child soldiers. The war with the terrorist organization known as arachnophobia; and the existence of the elite classes EAT and eventually the formation of the special group spartoi, being damning pieces of evidence to support this controversial claim. True it was very similar in some aspects to how pro heroes and hero schools functioned. But the major difference was they immediately had these EAT students, who could be young as thirteen years old fight these threats constantly, instead of waiting for them to grow and be more trained to deal with them.

Pro hero age laws and hero license exams existed for a reason, allowing youths to be trained until they are old enough and truly ready to face the kinds of dangerous villains Maka and her friends already did. Unlike shibusen who while were thankfully capable of training their students at an admittedly much better rate than hero schools, still flung the children too freely into facing mortal dangers even before the kishin had threatened the world.

It was, to put it quite bluntly, the most irresponsible thing that dumbass Lord Death could ever do, God of order be damned. Fighting terrorist organizations and powerful villains were best left to the job of trained adults, NOT young children who were still learning. How the governments of that earth allowed the shibusen academies and Lord Death, to conduct such reckless methods with their students; or never even bothering to place more restrictive age laws on them was beyond him.

Controversial topics aside, Eizo was just glad that only these three kids had been sent to this world. Instead of the many other horrors and nightmarish fiends that dwelled there, the children would be easier to deal with. Yet he shuddered to imagine what would've happened if any of those diabolical fiends like that witch Medusa had been brought here.

Or God forbid that demonic creature, kishin Asura...

The detective felt chills of fear run down his spine at that apocalyptic scenario playing out in his head. His mind envisioning destruction and ruin all around, with anyone whether they were civilians, heroes, or even villains attacking and killing each other in demented insanity. All while a demonic red-suited figure with three eyes stood watching the chaos spawned by his unholy presence ensue.

The balding man harshly shook his head to destroy the nightmarish daydream clouding his brain. Ridding away such dark possibilities infecting his thought process and refocused on the task at hand. Eizo eventually made it to the trio's room and was met with none other than Mirko standing patiently outside beside the white door. Ezio already managing to glimpse at her Mirko annoyed expression, soon feeling a stab of guilt hit him for keeping her in the dark like this, but he made sure to make it up to his old friend eventually. But right now, he had to see what to do about these young interdimensional visitors' predicament and the best solution that can be given to the poor youngsters.

Mirko noticing Eizo was coming, took a step forward and walked up to the approaching detective.

"So, what did that otaku have to say?" Mirko immediately asked her old friend, her impatient tone of voice already signaling to Eizo how impatient she was at this point.

Ezio shrugged. "Eh, he pretty much gave me further insight into the town these kids come from. Death city is apparently the nickname for their hometown in Nevada, which's so isolated from the rest of society; that not even the internet or embassy had it registered. The same goes for the middle school they go to, which has a pre hero training course for those who possess enough talent." Eizo elucidated to Mirko with a mixture of lies and ounces of truth inserted into his words. No better way to make someone believe your lies when your deceit is mixed in with the barest amounts of truth in your honeyed words.

Mirko a raised suspicious eyebrow at Eizo's explanation. "Oh yeah? And what about all that crazy bullshit with their Lord Death and flying to the moon?"

The veteran cop gave Rumi a falsely somber expression. "That be due to the effects of a nasty memory-altering quirk from a villain in their country. Poor things got their brains scrambled pretty badly to hallucinate all that craziness, and leave them in a vulnerable state to be kidnapped to Japan." Mirko's eyes momentarily widened in shock by this piece of sinister information before narrowing back down in grim sympathy. "Thankfully it seems they're recovering from the mental damage that villain inflicted on them. Unfortunately, we still can't find the bastard nor anything on their guardians and their home, but we're not giving up yet." Eizo casually lied in excellent detail to his rabbit-eared friend, holding back the painful feeling of further guilt pouring into his chest for deceiving her so badly like this.

If Mirko ever found out he'd been bullshitting her this whole time, then oh boy...he was gonna face some karmic payback, the likes of which no man had ever seen before. Yet in the end, knew he kind of deserved the punishment by his muscular friend in the end.

Mirko the whole time remained somewhat hesitant to fully believe that convenient explanation to these weirdo vigilantes. But it still made a lot of sense and would explain a lot about these kids and why they came up with such a ridiculous story. And maybe their breakdown from before, was them snapping out of their funk from that villain's quirk and realizing what had happened to them. A heavy weight of pity soon hit Mirko as she found herself feeling pretty bad for these kids now. Sure, Maka and soul pulled that dick move with those sonic piano bombs to her ears but it wasn't their fault.

They were probably confused and overall, not in their right minds; from whatever mindfuck that sick villain had put them through. Hell, it could even explain why that pink-haired boy in the robe had that psychotic episode when he fought Hawks.

The poor lad might've suffered from a worse dosage of that quirk, and gone temporarily insane from the brain-scrambling ordeal. The number seven hero soon enough felt guilt pour into her heart, remembering how skeptical she was of Crona being saved from himself and simply saw as a potential psychopath.

'God, I feel like such an ass...' Mirko thought in shame of her accusative behavior from earlier. In retrospect, she really should have tried to see if the boy was savable rather than say he should be locked up. But despite the guilt trying to eat away at her, Rumi also felt immensely relieved to know that Crona kid wasn't an actual psycho like she feared he was. At least Hawks will be very glad to hear that he was justified in defending the kid earlier.

But there was still one problem left that concerned Mirko.

"Well if that's the case, then what's gonna happen to those kids now?" Mirko queried of Eizo, the rabbit heroine trying to act neutral in the matter, but had hints of concern mixed into both her voice and features.

If their guardians are still missing. And there was no way of finding their home yet in America, then where the hell are they going go?

"That's why I'm here now, I'm gonna go break the news to those kids, and then...well I'll see what I can work out with their situation." Eizo elaborated in a quiet tone of voice, his features sharing the same worry that Mirko was trying to hide.

With only a simple nod, Mirko walked back to her previous waiting spot and allowed the cybernetic cop to walk into the vigilantes' room.

Eizo entered through the twin white doors and was met with a sight that brought immense relief to his mind and heart. Ezio found that the trio were all now sitting together on the bed Maka had been resting on. but the detective immediately noticed that their faces, and overall demeanors, seemed to be in FAR greater spirits than the last time he saw them. But Judging by their reddish eyes, and the wet stains on Crona and Maka's hospital gowns, they had no doubt cried many tears. The trio must have taken the time, to release the emotional baggage and grief each of them held inside themselves when they learned the truth of their precarious situation.

The old detective's heart became further stabbed with great sympathy for what's happened to these poor children. 'Why did something so terrible, have to happen to such goodhearted kids?' Eizo internally lamented and wondered why these series of unfortunate events occurred for the trio before him. Wishing more than anything that he could possess the power to help them return home.

Maka, Crona, and Soul immediately noticed the presence of the detective entering the room and turned their heads to meet his sad gaze.

"Oh, hello there Mr. Eizo." Maka calmly greeted, her green forest eyes filled with much more life than before, but still seemed to swirl with wisps of melancholy.

"Hello Maka, sorry for leaving so suddenly, we had to clear some things up about...the interview." Eizo quietly said to the three children as he walked further into the room until he stood a few feet away from them.

"Kids... about your contacts…" Eizo swallowed the lump of shame in his throat before continuing. "We called the American embassy and dug through every single archive they had but-"

"You couldn't find any of them... yeah we kind of figured." Maka quietly said with a somber expression, the same being said for Crona and Soul who looked just as sad.

Eizo stared at the sitting trio in sullen sympathy, the veteran detective wondered if even All Might himself could have enough optimism and courage to keep his hopeful smile if he were in these kids' shoes.

A brief lapse of silence then took over within the room, the medical machines acting as the only source of noise in the room; until Eizo took a single step forward and broke the somber silence.

"I...I am truly sorry...for trying to lie to you, and even more sorry for what has unfortunately happened to you all. There are no words that can ever describe how unfair it was to be forcefully taken away from your world; all while trying to save your home no less." Eizo softly apologized to the melancholic teens sitting in front of him; their expressions softening somewhat after hearing that.

"It's alright man, this isn't your fault. Getting sent to another world just happens I guess." Soul said with a meager shrug, but even he was afflicted with the same sadness his friends had. "I'm just shocked you're actually believing us instead of thinking we were a bunch of crazy people."

Ezio bitterly chuckled. "To be honest I'm still struggling to comprehend everything I've heard, but it's kind of hard not to believe you considering I saw all the impossible shit you kids went through. And since Atushi's quirk doesn't lie about what is shown, there's no point in denying what I saw." Soul's head briefly nodded; the albino boy looked down at the white bedsheets. Unsure of what he should or could say next at this moment.

"S-so if you believe us, then what will you be doing now?" Crona muttered in worry. The swordsman fiddling with his thumbs to try and distract himself from the tingling fear that was gnawing at him.

Eizo released a long-tired sigh. "I'm not gonna lie, this dilemma you kids got caught in... it's far beyond anything I, or any other investigator on the planet for that matter, has ever dealt with. I don't even know what sort of protocol there could possibly be for something like this case; I'm in uncharted territory here." Eizo admitted, internally hating to confess his cluelessness for such a unique situation.

"That figures," Soul grunted.

"And since you kids don't seem to possess any feasible way or method in returning to your home, that means you're pretty much stuck here for the foreseeable future." Eizo grimly told the trio, who despite their best to remain calm and emotionally stable; felt their chests tighten in suffocating sadness.

"Can w-we just go back to America and find a way to f-fix our problems back t-there?" Crona asked with a slightly more hopeful expression but unfortunately, Ezio slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry Mr. Gorgon, but I don't think that'll be likely to happen." Eizo sadly answered the pink-haired teen who sulked down in further sorrow. "You guys literally just came from another universe and even though you have American citizenship in your world, it doesn't mean it'll apply in this one," Ezio explained in realistic detail. "You don't have any kind of legal identification or even the necessary funds establish yourselves there for that matter. The minute you three leave this hospital, all you guys will have left are your clothes, your powers, and nothing else." Ezio grimly elucidated to the three teenagers. Maka, Crona, and Soul soon felt their minds and hearts being tightly pulled by various sharp strings of uncertain fear rising from where they dwelled within their souls.

Maka however still held the courage to slice apart these strings of fear constricting her heart, regaining the ability to use her throat, and spoke to the detective.

"So, if that's the case...what's going to happen to us? We don't have a home...families...or money, we're a bunch of orphans without any feasible way to support ourselves." Maka said with a slight tremble to her voice as she hugged her legs, ignoring the sore pain she felt in her casted foot from moving her injured limb. "W-What are we going to do now?" Maka shakily muttered while she desperately tried keeping at bay the wet tears threatening to burst out from her eyes once again.

Eizo stared at the heartbroken form of Maka in great pity for a moment before he inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils. "I cannot deny Ms. Albarn that your situation is quite frankly very bleak...But even so, it's not completely hopeless either." Maka, Soul, and Crona immediately looked back at the detective with baffled expressions.

Ezio's eyes became more hopeful with a small smirk forming on his lips. "There may not be any chances of you guys getting American citizenship. But there could be a way to get you kids Japanese citizenship instead, and live here for the time being." Eizo carefully explained to the stunned teens sitting across from him.

Maka let go of her legs and blinked a few times in astonishment. "A-Are you serious?" To her further shock, Eizo instantly nodded.

Ezio leaned a bit forward and kept his optimistic expression. "I know a couple of guys who work in high places, they can easily forge you three the required documents to be deemed as citizens here. It'll take a month or two at most, but they'll still be very authentic, and more importantly act as a perfect starting point to building a foundation for your residency here."

The two meisters and demon weapon looked at the detective with dumbfounded shock at the golden opportunity being miraculously presented to them. Maka most of all were left completely speechless by Eizo's unexpected act of kindness, and how far he was willing to go to lend a hand.

"But why? I-I don't get it, why are you offering to go through such lengths and to help us?" Maka exclaimed with a baffled expression, the Albarn daughter knew quite well what this man was planning to do was beyond illegal; and could risk getting arrested should he be caught for forging multiple fake identities.

Ezio looked at the girl with a small yet almost heroic smile. "Cause It's my job as a detective of Japan's police department, to not only stop crime and villainy. But also help those who are in desperate need of it. Otherwise, I'd be a shitty ass cop if I couldn't even bother to assist three children in desperate need of help. But if what Atushi told me was true, you kids risked your very lives to save your world from certain destruction by the hands of Asura." Ezio noticed the subtle flinches in the trio and quickly pushed the dark topic away. The three children carefully listened to the man's words in astonishment.

"If that wasn't enough, the first thing you kids did when you came here was run straight into the face of danger, to take down those villains before anyone else could get hurt. You all have the instincts to protect others in need of help and to stop evil when it strikes. You're all practically prime examples of what true heroes should be. So, there is no way in hell I'm gonna forsake three people, who have so much potential to do good in our world while they're here."

The trio couldn't find anything to say, merely continuing to gape at the old detective in shock by his passionate speech. This man didn't who didn't even know who they were, besides watching various clips of Maka's memories, was so willing to lend such a helping hand to them despite the risks he was taking. All because of the strong faith he held for them and the belief that they were such good people in his eyes.

"Y-you really...you actually think t-that way?" Crona stammered in overwhelming disbelief.

Ezio nodded. "Yes Mr. Gorgon, I mean every single word. Even if some trouble came along with your arrival here, my admiration for the brave young heroes I see before me remains firmly placed."

A small pink blush began to lit up on Maka's cheeks from the kind words and praise said by the detective. "I-it's not a big deal sir...we don't deserve to be praised and called heroes considering what happened."

Ezio raised his hand. "That was an accident, one caused by a series of events you had little control over. While you may have caused the building to collapse, you prevented anyone from getting seriously hurt or killed, thus you've already atoned for your mistake." Ezio corrected the remorseful teen before he apologetically bowed his head for a moment. "I should be the one to apologize on behalf of the people who gave you kids the shitty welcome to our dimension; especially since all you did was help put an end to a crisis occurring at the time."

Maka, Soul, and Crona were once again left utterly speechless at the detective who was now apologizing to them; the teens unable to believe how things have begun turning out so well for them in less than five minutes.

Maka lightly waved her hands at the apologetic detective. "It's alright sir, we only wanted to do the right thing. We just didn't know how the laws of your world work, that's on us."

"That is no crime young lady, you and I both know that." Ezio lightly reprimanded the teen.

Maka chuckled while scratching the back of her head. "Yeah, I-I guess it would be pretty hard to consider that a wrongful thing to do, wouldn't it?" Her lighthearted chuckling died down, and her expression turned into one etched with hopeful caution.

"So, can do it? Can you forge all the information and documentation we need to live here?" Maka asked in a mixture of careful caution towards the older man, her jade eyes pleading for confirmation of this surreal offer being made was real.

"Trust me, Maka Albarn, I know it seems very hard to believe, but I assure you, kids, I have the resources needed to help you kids out," Eizo confirmed his claims to the now astounded meister, as he took out his notepad and flipped through a few pages till he found the right one. "But to make this all work, I'm gonna need the rest of whatever personal information you haven't told me yet." Ezio then flipped a few pages till he found the ones he was looking for. "I've already got some stuff written down from our first meeting, but there's still some vital info I'll need. So, your gonna have to fill in the gaps I'm missing, got it?"

Maka looked at Crona and soul for a moment, before all three teens simultaneously nodded in agreement. "Of course, we'll tell you whatever you need."

"Good." Ezio clicked his pen and prepared his hand to write. "Now let's start with something simple, how old are you and what are your birth dates?"

"November 11th, 1996, and I just turned fourteen years old." Maka told the detective who immediately began writing down what was told to him.

"July 2nd, 1995, I'm fourteen and a half years old." Soul said with a bit of pride in his voice at his growing age.

Crona unlike his companions seemed to have a hard time answering the question, as he scratched his head while his features were engulfed in cluelessness. "Um, I... I-I think I'm 15? I'm sorry sir, but I-I honestly don't know when I was born." Crona's sad ebon eyes looked down at the bedsheets below his lap. "M-Medusa never considered my birth to be regarded as important."

This sudden revelation sent everyone, especially Maka into stunned shock, only for the young meister to soon tightened her hands into fists of silent fury.

Of course, that horrible woman wouldn't even bother to care for the day she gave birth to her son. Heck, she probably didn't even consider Crona to be a son at all. In the eyes of Medusa, Crona was only meant to be a pawn to serve in her apocalyptic plan to create a kishin. The only other reason she gave birth to him was probably for the twisted pride of having her bloodline creating a kishin. Anything else that didn't match or meet her goals would be immediately discarded as useless.

Maka only became gladder the snake-witch suffered a brutal death at the hands of the son she tormented; despite what came afterwards. It didn't matter if being killed by the hands of her offspring was a part of her sick plot, that monster deserved every second of her brutal end.

Maka however, soon shook herself out of those wrathful thoughts and returned to the present. The scythe meister seeing her pink-haired friend now in a saddened mood gently placed a reassuring hand on his back.

"Hey, it's alright Crona, even if you don't know what day you were born, it doesn't change the fact you still have a birthday." Maka's lips curved upwards into a warm and happy smile. "You can just pick any particular day you want, then when it comes, I promise we're gonna throw you both your first and best birthday yet!" Maka cheerfully declared to the pink-haired swordsman, the scythe meister giving a bright smile to hopefully cheer up her friend.

The boy in question gazed his dark-colored eyes at Maka, in surprise by her never-ending compassion once again shining towards him. But her happy smile was practically infectious, and soon enough, his face switched from being melancholic frown to a smile of soft joy.

"Thank you, Maka, I can't wait for it." Crona said with a small smile still lingering on his pale lips. Though Crona was the kind of person to not be very vocal about his emotions, his quiet expressions were more than enough to prove he was happy.

Maka smiled brightly. "No problem, just make sure to tell me which day you want it to be and I'll get hard at work!"

"As much as I hate to kill the tender moment you guys have got going here. I have to advise that all of you change your birth dates, specifically the year's when you guys were born." Ezio butted in, the trio immediately turning their heads to look at the detective staring at his notepad with bewildered expressions.

"And why's that? The hell is wrong with the year's we were born?" Soul incredulously asked with a raised eyebrow.

The veteran detective looked up from his notepad to the confused teens with a straightforward expression. "Tell me something, what would be today's date in your world?"

Maka placed a finger on her chin. "I guess today would be August 8th, 2009 back home, but why are you asking?" Maka asked in confusion by the man's sudden interest in such a weird topic.

Maka, Crona, and Soul's confusion only increased, as Eizo's eyes widened greatly in surprise for a moment; before returning to a calmer state. "Ms. Albarn I'm pretty sure you and your friends have seen that our world is quite different from your version of earth. One of the obvious differences being the presence of superpowers and superheroes. But there are also other subtle changes, like for example…"

Ezio pulled up his black iPhone to present to the trio. "Everyone who uses these highly advanced smartphones, instead of those mirrors and flip-phones Atushi told me you normally used back in your world. The reason for the technological difference is very simple, in your world it's the year 2009 but in this one...it's the year 2148."

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Maka, Crona, and soul said nothing back to the adult standing in front of them. The trio merely continued to stare at the detective with eyes wide as saucers, and their jaws hung open. All three teens were stunned to hear they had not only crossed dimensions but have also jumped forward in time.

Maka blinked a few times before managing to snap out of most of her shocked stupor. "I-I see... So we're also in the future, huh? To be honest I didn't think I'd be too surprised by this, considering everything else we just learned, but...I guess I was wrong."

Soul quickly shook out of his stupor and turned his head around to look at the window, displaying a view of the city. The young death scythe now only has one very important question he needed to have answered. "So, detective I've got to ask...do people drive any flying cars now?" Soul casually asked yet his red eyes glinted with excitement for the chance of that answer being correct.

"Soul are you serious?" Maka pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Of course, he'd ask something so childish as that, why should she have expected anything else from him?

"What? You're telling me you aren't the least bit curious to see if something as cool as that exists?" Soul asked his exasperated meister.

"Oh please, you just want to know so you can buy some motorcycle version and fly all over the place with it, don't you?" Maka sharply retorted with a furrowed brow and a suspicious glare.

"Whaaat no, of course not." Soul denied yet Maka's suspicious stare made it very hard to keep a straight face. "Well...okay maybe." Soul admitted, causing the two-star meister to roll her eyes in disappointment.

"Ugh, why couldn't my death scythe be mature more often?" Maka groaned.

"Hey cut me some slack here Maka, we're literally in another damn dimension! You can excuse me for being just a little interested to see how cool this place is." Soul put his hands up and pointed a finger at his meister.

"Really? Because I remember you telling me ten minutes ago how you were utterly terrified to be stuck in said dimension." Maka snarked back.

"Of course, I was scared, any guy would be flipping out when they first find out that happened to them!" Soul retorted but Maka wasn't having any of her weapon's excuses.

"Well, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't just go and start asking about something so stupid as flying cars existing." Maka spat.

Soul groaned in exasperation. "For god's sake, why the hell can't you just lighten up for once; now I'm starting to see why Blair always calls you a sourpuss when aren't around."

MAKA CHOP!

And just like that Soul was left lying flat down on the bed, as he clutched the book-shaped dent now formed on his bruised skull. Maka still with her trusty textbook raised, sat above the fallen form of her chopped weapon; with an angry vein pulsing on her forehead.

"What the hell Maka?" Soul gasped out, his bruised brain cells were screaming in agony as they dealt with the aftermath of Maka's annoyed fury.

"Hmph! Maybe that'll finally be enough to get your head fixed up and act appropriately." Maka rebuked as she put away her trusty textbook back to...wherever the hell she hides that thing.

'Seriously, does Maka have a pocket dimension inside her or something?' Soul mentally asked himself as he stewed in pain.

Crona the whole time he witnessed this argument between his two friends, looked so confused. At this point, he was unsure of what they were even talking about anymore. The swordsman only tried to figure out why anyone would make a car fly, to begin with.

Yet the swordsman was quickly interrupted from his pondering when Crona suddenly felt a sharp spike of pain hit his back. A splash of tar colored emerging from none other than Ragnarök, who appeared to add his input. "Not gonna lie, I'm on shark boy's side! I'd say if they're real, we go and borrow one of those flying cars and have some fun!"

"No way Ragnarök, t-that's stealing." Crona told his loud-mouthed weapon, but like always he didn't listen to his meister.

"Who gives a shit!? We'd only take it for a spin before anyone realizes it!" Ragnarok barked.

"But I don't even know how to d-drive a car!" Crona stuttered his reply.

Ragnarök in a fit of childish rage pulled away two long pieces of Crona's hair. "Then start learning how to drive one, ya damn wimp! God, you are such a fucking party pooper!"

"Ragnarök, let go already! That hurts!" Crona complained while he struggled to push away the tiny arms of the sword pulling on his pink hair.

Ezio meanwhile saw that this conversation was quickly devolving into pointless arguing, decided to refocus on the matter at hand as he coughed loudly into his fist, causing the teens along with Ragnarök to turn to face the deadpanning detective.

"Sorry to break it to you guys, but I can safely say that we definitely don't have any of those invented yet." Eizo flatly told to the albino teen who further moaned in pain.

"Damn it all! There goes the one thing that could've gone right today! Ugh fuck this pointless shit, I'm going back inside the wimp." And with that, the sword melted into his meisters back. Leaving an embarrassed Crona to quietly apologize for his weapon's rude behavior.

Ezio sighed and rubbed his forehead to ward off the headache trying to form. Realizing this was going to be way harder than he first expected. "Alright then, I think I'm gonna need more than just the rest of your personal information before we move any further with this."

"But I thought that guy you brought in used his power on me and showed you where we came from? Why do need to hear even more than that?" Maka questioned in puzzlement by the adult's need for more knowledge of both their world and the lives they led there.

"Here's the thing, Atushi may have told me about your world. But his quirk only presented us with a series of basic information and jumbled-up images played out from your memories Maka. I need a lot more context of your home before I can fully help you. So, tell me right from the beginning, without any details left out." Eizo implored the teenage girl, his pen already pressed to a blank paper on his notepad and ready to write everything she would say.

Maka bit her lip contemplation for a minute, she was still heart aching and her mind was exhausted from everything that she's learned. Now beginning to feel tempted to just ask Eizo to wait till tomorrow to speak about such personal topics. Knowing that Talking about her home in detail would only revitalize the newfound homesickness she felt from being forcefully separated from everything she cared for.

Yet before she could decide not to accept Eizo's request, her eyes glanced at Crona and Soul, the latter of whom was now sitting back up from the previous Maka chop. Through their small smiles and friendly eyes, the boys gave the kishin piercer their acceptance and loyal willingness to follow through with whatever choice she made.

Seeing her friend's faith in her made Maka's heart melt in joy by their loyalty to her. Soon enough she found the mental strength necessary to push back her emotional exhaustion. The wheat blonde took a deep breath and exhaled before looking back at the patient detective with a calm face. "Okay, but I think you should get comfortable cause it's probably going to be a long story."

"Trust me, I have the time," Eizo grunted.

Thus, without further delay, Maka and her friends told Eizo everything they knew.

---

The trio explained in great detail to Eizo everything about their world. From its history and current events before they left, while the adult kept close attention to everything that was being told to him. Maka and Soul told to the inquisitive detective the summarized knowledge of what the duo had learned ever since they first enrolled in shibusen.

From the establishment of Lord Death and the first Shinigami legions; the war between witches and humanity. The creation of demon weapons by Eibon and death, the rise and entrapment of kishin Asura, to the founding of the death weapon meister academy. They also informed the detective of the summed-up events, that led to both their battle on the moon that led them to be here.

But at the same time they made sure to leave out the more distasteful pieces of information; all of which unfortunately involved the pink-haired swordsman sitting next to them.

Throughout their conversation, Eizo kept his straightforward expression the whole time he listened and wrote in his notepad. The cybernetic man put his absolute attention and effort to jot down anything and everything he deemed was vital information. While the trio continued telling their story, the teenagers were still amazed that Eizo believed every word they spoke. Instead of simply concluding them all to be nothing more, than a bunch of looney madmen making up some ludicrous story, at least not anymore.

After for what Maka could tell was an hour or more, Maka and her friends had finally wrapped up their long summary. "And I guess that's how we ended up here, so is that enough?"

Ezio closed his notepad. "It's more than plenty Ms. Albarn, I greatly appreciate the cooperation you and your friends have given me."

"Glad to have helped." Maka told the detective as he skimmed through everything, he had written for the past thirty minutes.

"Though I must say despite all the supernatural insanity that seems to transpire in your world, your lives in death city seem overall semi-normal," Ezio said in surprise by how they still managed to lead normal lives despite the dangerous adventures shibusen makes them go on. "If it wasn't for all that stuff about magic, witches, and kishins I would've had a hard time seeing the difference; between you guys and three kids in a pre-hero middle school.

"Well, what were you expecting? That we be some kind of scary aliens coming to eat everyone's brains off?" Soul joked in amusement by the balding man's surprise over their lives.

"No, but Atushi did tell me you eat literal souls, so maybe that possibility isn't entirely wrong." Ezio teased back the albino death scythe.

"Don't worry man, you definitely won't catch me doing anything uncool like that, otherwise I'd hear no end of it from my meister." Soul chuckled while pointing towards the ash-blonde girl sitting next to him.

"Your damn right." Maka remarked with a lightly reprimanding expression. "I didn't work so hard to make you a death scythe, just so you could throw it all away, you hear?"

"You got it, boss." Soul playfully replied back with a single thumbs up.

"Well, in any case, I think I can use your history with shibusen to help make your forged I.D.s, particularly your backgrounds." Eizo pondered this idea with the gears in his head running rapidly. "Foreign exchange students are by far the easiest way for minors to gain residency in another country. At least without anyone raising too many questions and jumping through numerous legal loopholes. Until then, I'll see what strings my friends can pull alright?" Ezio elaborated to the two shibusen students and ex-demon swordsman who nodded in understanding.

"Of course, sir, w-we're extremely grateful for what you're doing for us...we wouldn't dare to ask for anything else from you." Crona humbly told the balding detective, who glanced at the pink-haired boy with a neutral stone face.

The detective still feeling more than a tiny bit irked by the fact he was being thanked by a former mass murderer.

Even with Atushi's explanations to justify some of the known atrocities he heard were committed by this boy sitting right in front of him, Eizo still held mixed feelings about him. Besides the fact he tried to absorb the kishin to destroy his world, Atushi had also mentioned Eizo of his...misdeeds.

Crona before his actions on the moon had possibly killed a hundred or even more people and proceeded to have his weapon devour their innocent souls to accumulate power.

Heck, he even slaughtered an entire gang of people the very same night he first met Maka in that church.

And those were probably only some of the crimes Atushi was able to see...

These alone would make any pro hero or anyone else in the justice system for that matter; imprison Crona in Tartarus prison for the rest of his life, or even have the death penalty be immediately enforced.

But as much as Eizo wanted to simply paint Crona's soul being as black as his very blood, he knew the boy's situation was far more complicated than that. Crona wasn't born a monster, he was made into one. And the person responsible for that was none other than his very own mother, known only as Medusa Gorgon. She was the very same woman he saw on the tv screen a while ago during the interview.

The detective being further enlightened by Atushi of who Medusa Gorgon was and more importantly, what she had done to her own son. Needless to say, that by the end of it, Eizo thought "evil bitch" as Atushi called her, was still far too kind of a word to describe this person.

To put it quite bluntly, she was a fucking monster.

Easily one of the most depraved and evil people he had ever heard of in his entire life.

She had monstrously abused her child since he was barely even a toddler. Forced the poor child to kill small animals, and starved him in a dark empty room for days every time he disobeyed. All in the sickening effort to break her son's sanity and become her personal killer.

Just thinking about the horrors that she made her son endure made Eizo sick to his stomach. How could someone be so heartless...So cruelly despicable to their own flesh and blood? He never thought anyone could be as evil as that man, but Medusa may very well match, if not in some aspects, surpass that villain's level of malevolence.

And that possibility terrified Eizo to no end.

Thankfully Atushi also confided to him that Medusa was somehow slain before these three came to their world, which brought immense relief to the old cop. However, the mangaka writer couldn't get any specifics of how she died due to the Maka's memories not showing anything about it. But it didn't matter to Eizo how Medusa died; he was just glad a demon like that no longer existed anymore.

"Don't mention it, Mr. Gorgon, I just wanted to do the right thing and help you kids out. It's the least I can do after all the shit you've all been through" Ezio calmly said to the pink-haired swordsman.

Crona turned his head away in shy embarrassment. "Y-yes detective e-Eizo."

Ezio's neutral gaze began to become ever so softer as he saw more of this boy's timid and humble nature. Though Crona had done many terrible things, Eizo can see this boy truly did have a gentle heart inside the darkness dwelling inside him.

So maybe, just maybe, this boy isn't a monstrous fiend as he feared him to potentially be anymore. Perhaps Crona can prove his desire to truly redeem himself, with a fresh new start in this new world. Plus, with his two close friends here with him, that may very well be possible.

"So, Mr. Eizo after you make those I.D.s and we can stay in the country, where exactly are we going to live?" Maka asked with an unsure expression on her face. The scythe meister more than anything wanting to know the best solution to their living situation.

Eizo exhaled through his nose. "Well, Mrs. Albarn that question has both a simple and a complicated answer. You see, for you three to truly live here, you're gonna need two more things." Ezio raised his index finger. "Due to you three still being minors, and shibusen basically being a magical middle school from what you've told me; you're gonna need to finish your education in this world. Thus, why I think transfer students is the best call to make for you, as it'll make it easier to enter into a middle school and eventually high school." Eizo thoroughly explained to the trio who immediately nodded in agreement to this important condition.

Maka and Soul however felt saddened by the fact they wouldn't be able to properly graduate from shibusen. But even so, they understood the importance of needing a complete education of this world to live here.

Eizo then raised a second finger. "Secondly, you're going to need a guardian to take care of you; at least until you become accustomed to this world and are of age to live on your own." Eizo indicated to the three surprised teenagers how they now needed someone to live under until further notice.

"A guardian?" Maka blurted out in surprise before regaining her composure. "O-okay I mean, I understand why we need one considering our situation, but who's going to take us in?" Maka questioned with hints of worry in her voice, already fearing where they might end up.

Eizo scratched the back of his head. "And That's where things get problematic, since you kids have no parents or relatives whatsoever, you'll probably end up in the foster care system." The detective grimaced when he said that last part as he witnessed Maka cringing expression. "And I, unfortunately, have no power over that, I'm already pushing the envelope as it is to get you guys settled here, so I'm afraid you'll have to stay in a foster home till-"

But before anyone knew it, the two white doors to their room were in seconds violently kicked open. The culprit responsible being none other than the rabbit-eared heroine herself, who began marching inside with a wide grin on her face.

All four occupants jumped in surprise by Rumi's loud intrusion into their conversation. The three children not at all expecting that the rabbit-eared Amazon would make her appearance. While Eizo had merely forgotten, the rabbit heroine had been standing right next to the hospital room this whole time.

"Rumi what the hell are you doing!?" Ezio shouted in startled alarm as his old friend made her sudden and violent entrance now of all times.

"The hell does it look like? I'm here to stop you from pulling a dumbass move and end up screwing these kids over." Mirko said in her usual brash tone. The rabbit amazon having eavesdropped on as much as she could, and decided she needed to intervene.

Ezio held back a groan. "Rumi, I told you this matter is far more complicated than you ever imagined, it's best to just leave this to me."

"Oh, I can tell, this must be extremely important for you to actually start breaking the law on me, just to help a bunch of brats." Mirko smirked as she saw her friend blanch as he was caught red handed in his plans.

Ezio managed to keep a stone-cold face despite his heart rate rising a bit now. "Rumi these kids are in a very unique dilemma, you know this. I have no choice but to help them get settled here; even if it's...less than ideally legal."

Ezio very well this could end pretty badly should Mirko be more willing to serve the law rather than trust his friend. She was a pro hero after all, and just because they knew each other didn't mean she wouldn't still do her job. But for some reason instead of looking angry or ready to take him down, the muscular tanned woman instead had a daring smirk etched onto her lips, much to Eizo's confusion.

"I know Eizo, which is why I plan on helping your sorry ass with these kids." Mirko said with her smirk still instilled onto her face. Yet Eizo was not nearly as amused by what Mirko just said.

"Rumi How the hell are capable in any way to help these kids live in Japan?" Ezio flatly questioned the number seven hero. At this point, the balding detective lost his nervous fear. Now he was instead left in blank disbelief by her almost arrogant proclamation to "helping him out." Or whatever the hell she meant by that.

Mirko's smirk then evolved and expanded into a full-on grin full of smug pride, before she pointed her thump towards her chest. "Easy, I'll go ahead and take the brats in and give em a place to stay."

The three teenagers and detective's eyes bulged out of their heads from Mirko's declared offer. "Wait, what!?" Ezio blurted in shock.

"H-Hold on a minute, you're willing to let us live with you?" Maka exclaimed while soul and Crona kept staring in shock at the heroine's desire to be their guardian.

"Why not? Somebody's got to keep an eye on you guys." Mirko shrugged with a small smirk on her face. "You have nowhere else to go, and don't seem to know shit about how the law works around here. So why not have one of Japan's top heroes be the one; to teach three promising young kids the ways of our society?" Mirko told the trio with that same proud grin on her face.

The trio were left speechless by every letter this tanned woman just spoke out. It seemed so surreal and outright ridiculous to fully believe they were actually being offered a home by none other than one of the people they fought and injured last night.

"But that doesn't make sense. Why the hell would you want us living under your roof, after everything we put you through last night?" Soul questioned, trying to understand her reasoning for such a charitable offer.

Mirko waved a dismissive hand. "Oh Please! Do you think I'm gonna have a grudge over that? Don't get me wrong I'm still pissed off from that stunt you and the girl pulled on me. But I think you could make it up to me, by proving you're worth all the effort I'm putting out to help you." Mirko said while placing her hands on her hips, the same stubborn determination she would have when fighting filling her up red eyes.

Eventually, Eizo finally snapped out of his shocked stupor and with a stone-cold face walked towards Mirko. "Rumi...while I can tell you have good intentions; I don't think you fully grasp the weight of what you're offering to do here." Ezio warned the young woman in Japanese. "This isn't as simple as beating the crap out of villains; you're requesting to take responsibility for not one, not two, but three teenagers." Ezio counted each child off with his right hand. "I need to know what makes you think you can be a proper guardian for them before I can remotely consider allowing you to take them in." Eizo seriously told the number seven hero, wanting to make sure she gets a reality check of what she was planning to do.

Rumi's rabbit ears twitched in annoyance while she rolled her eyes. She wasn't stupid. She knew damn well the motherlode of responsibility she was putting on herself by becoming the guardian for these kids. Especially knowing how this could strain her lifestyle between that new role and her job as the number seven hero. But even so, there was no in HELL she was gonna let such talented youths waste away in a foster care home of all things.

She'd seen firsthand how powerful two out of those three kids were, and more importantly their resolve to help others in need. She could sense these kids had the capabilities to be true heroes, they just needed a proper teacher.

And who could be better at that job than someone as badass as herself?

"Eizo, I totally get why you're acting so freakin skeptical about my ability to do this. Quite frankly I'm quite shocked I'm willing to go through with this myself." Mirko admitted in Japanese before returning to her daredevil expression. "But these kids have a helluva lot of potential, they've gone out of their way to stop two crises, and save others who were in danger. Sure, they broke the rules and had a major screw-up, but they still had the guts to fix their mistakes. They just need to be taught how to prevent that from happening again, and some crappy old foster home isn't going to help them in those regards in the slightest."

Mirko removed one hand from her hip and placed it on the center of her chest. "They need someone like me to look out for them and teach em the ropes. I can do this Eizo, you got to trust me on this."

The cybernetic detective narrowed his eyes towards Rumi's while keeping his dead-serious attitude. But was internally contemplating his old friend's reasoning and her justification to adopt these three kids.

Crazy thing is...she wasn't wrong.

Those children practically screamed hero material, from their backgrounds in their world to the events leading up to here, along with Mirko's speech mixed in; painted a picture that was clear as day.

That these kids were meant to be heroes and to use their powers and skills to help save those in need. Even if one of them had a...very unsavory past, all three of these interdimensional foreigners were undeniably heroic in some shape or form. And if they did fall under Mirko's care and guidance (no matter how worrisome her methods may be.) she can easily have them realize that heroic nature into something that could truly benefit all of hero society.

But even so, he couldn't just accept this choice so freely, he still had to be sure he was making the right call here

Eizo ran his only real hand down his face before looking back at Rumi with a narrowed gaze. "Are you sure? Can you truly live up to your word and be able to take care of three young teens? Provide them all their basic necessities and perhaps more, while being a pro hero all at once?" Eizo tersely asked Rumi in Japanese, waiting for a hopefully good answer.

Mirko's heart and will remained steadfast, even if parts of her logical brain began churning their gears to overcome her emotions controlling her decision, she still wouldn't give in. She couldn't deny she had no idea how being a guardian worked, but it didn't seem too complicated. All she had to do was give three teens a place to call home, feed them, give them clothes and other necessities...while she was also doing her job as the number seven hero of Japan.

Okay maybe this would be a lot harder than she was waving it off to be, but that's what made it more exciting!

It was going to challenge, but she always loved facing challenges head-on with all she got. And like hell, she was going to be a pussy and back down now after everything she just said. If she lost her guts and became a spineless coward and forsook these scared confused kids when they needed help the most; she'd never get rid of the shitty feeling that would gnaw at her soul for the rest of her life.

Even if she rose higher in the hero billboard years from now, she could never enjoy the accomplishments due to a single mistake she made. Always asking herself how on earth could she'd be able to call herself one of the best heroes around, if she pulled such a gutless move on children?

She couldn't, and like hell, she was going to do that now.

Thus, after affirming her iron resolve, Mirko curled her lips up and revealed a toothy grin. "You better believe I can. I wouldn't have dared to open my mouth in the first place."

Eizo didn't say anything, only continuing to stare at her with a deadly serious expression. Most likely trying to scout out any possibility of doubt or false emotion, within her face and see if she was telling the truth. His narrowed eyes then darted back in forth a few times between Rumi and the confused trio sitting on the bed, until he pinched the bridge of his nose and released a heavy sigh.

"Um, detective Eizo? Can you please tell us what's going on?" Maka asked in curiosity as she, Crona, and Soul had been trying to figure out what the two adults had been talking about for almost five minutes now.

Eizo briefly glanced at three interdimensional teens sitting on the hospital bed, before turning his head to fully face them. "Well kids, it looks like luck's truly on your side today. Cause Mirko here will be acting as your parental guardian for the time being." Eizo replied in English while pointing towards the very same woman in question, who gave a cheeky grin towards the stunned teens after hearing this abrupt news.

"S-So your...you're r-really going to do this for us?" Crona asked in astonishment as Mirko chuckled at his surprised face.

Mirko placed a hand at her hip. "Of course, I am, it's my job to help people, why the hell would I call myself a hero otherwise?"

"I g-guess that m-makes sense." Crona muttered while looking away shyly.

Eizo lightly clapped his hands together and looked at the trio with a lighter expression. "Alrighty then, if that matter is settled I guess my job here is finally done. The doctors said you and Mirko can leave tomorrow, so while you're getting settled, I'll be busy with all the paperwork and get back to doing my job." Ezio then turned around and began walking towards the room's doors.

"Wait Mr. Eizo!" Maka called out, the detective stopped walking turned around to meet Maka's gaze.

The scythe meister's lips curved up and her jade eyes became ,slowly but surely, wet with unshed tears of joy. "Before you leave, I and my friends just want to go ahead and say thank you Eizo... thank you so much for helping us like this." Maka said softly with absolute sincerity dominant in her voice. "I couldn't even begin to imagine what would've happened had things turned out differently, or if you never came to begin with. So, I want you to know that we'll never forget and be forever grateful for the kindness you gave us."

Soul nodded in agreement with his meister. "Seriously man, thanks for everything you did for us, it was cool as hell." Soul told Eizo with a small sharp smile.

"T-thank y-you Mr. Eizo." Crona murmured while dropping his head for a short bow causing his bangs to fall down and hide his minor blushing; as Mirko rolled her eyes at the swordsman's timid behavior.

Looks like she was gonna need to beat that out of him eventually, if she was gonna take him and his friends under her care.

Eizo chuckled and wore a small yet happy smile on his. "It's no problem kids, I just hope to see some great things come from you guys in the future."

"Of course, sir. We won't disappoint you." Maka said with a happy smile.

Ezio's smile slowly broadened when he heard that satisfying response, the veteran detective could already see a bright future coming ahead. Making Eizo more than glad to be able to help them get set on that path.

Eizo turned to face Mirko. "And I recommend you go back to your room to rest up for tomorrow. You'll need to be up and ready in order to handle your new responsibilities from here on out."

"Yeah, yeah I heard ya bud." Mirko said nonchalantly as she followed Eizo out the door. "I'll see you brats later; we'll have a lot to talk about when I bring you guys to my place."

With the doors closing behind Mirko an Eizo the two adults left the room. Now leaving Maka, Crona, and Soul once again alone, to absorb in everything that had just occurred In the span of a few hours.

"Well, I guess that solves all our problems, or at least most of them anyway." Soul remarked, who like his two other friends did not expect in the slightest, that their interdimensional residency issues to be resolved so quickly.

Maka herself was especially astonished by the events that in retrospect's took place in the blink of an eye. She never thought two miracles would almost magically come and solve their massive situations so perfectly. She had been gravely fearing they were gonna be forced to fend for themselves in the streets for who knows how long. Or be put into the foster care system like Eizo was planning and endure the process of finding a guardian to live with.

Yet in the span of a mere couple of hours, all those fears became unfounded. She was immensely happy and relieved of course by this miracle, but was still shocked by it all happening nonetheless. Yet Maka was soon shaken out of her astonished thoughts as she felt a gentle hand place itself on her right shoulder.

"H-hey Maka are you alright? You look very tired." Crona questioned in a concerned tone with his sad puppy dog eyes. The swordsman noticing Maka's green eyes didn't have their usual liveliness to them, instead, they looked drained of energy.

Maka felt touched by Crona's immediate concern for her, curving her lips up a bit and gave Crona a warm smile. "Yeah, I'm fine Crona, but your right *yawn* I am a bit winded after today. I guess learning you're in another dimension can be kind of an exhausting experience." Maka said softly while rubbing her drowsy eyes.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna go ahead and get some sleep." Maka tiredly announced.

Soul's brow furrowed. "Hey shouldn't you have something to eat first? you've been up all day with an empty stomach and haven't eaten anything since."

Maka lightly shook her head. "Nah, I'm not hungry, Soul." Maka then shifted herself on the bed until she sat near the pillows. "But I might be peckish later, so just wake me up if dinner comes, okay?"

Soul looked reluctant at first to follow along with his meisters wishes. The scythe still believed she should try and fill her stomach up with something before falling asleep. But that was before his rest comes, red eyes glanced at the clock hanging on the right side of the wall, finding that it was shockingly almost 7:00.

'Sheesh, we've been at it for a while now.' Soul never realized how time flew by so fast with everything that had occurred since Maka and Crona woke up. The three of them had been going through so much emotional drama, that the day simply passed by them the whole time. On second thought, maybe some rest would do his meister some good. Allowing her mind and body to recover from today's events and regain the energy needed for the big changes coming tomorrow.

Thus, with a simple nod Soul obeyed his meister's wishes, the albino gesturing to Crona to follow along and give Maka some rest. The two boys stood up from Maka's hospital bed and returned to their original spots while the ash-blonde covered herself in the white bedsheets and closed her eyes.

Maka soon pulled the plug on her brain's thoughts and the rampant questions of what they will do once they start living with that Rumi woman. Or the possibilities of where she could start looking for methods of finding a passage back home. Allowing Maka's brain to slowly begin the process of falling unconscious and going to sleep.

But unfortunately, by doing this, Maka had unintentionally removed the mental wall that kept out the remnants of swirling sorrow still present in her emotionally battered heart. Maka tried to block them out, but so many depressive thoughts filled her Grigori soul's wavelength with their sadness until they managed to root themselves into her mind. Soon enough a single whisper born of her sorrow managed to enter her still conscious mind, one that made Maka's poor heart tightly clamp in great emotional pain.

Even though she promised she would return to their world and see everyone again, Maka knew deep down that it was most likely going to be a long, long time before that day ever came. That single realistic fear running through her mind being more than enough to cause a single sad tear to slide down from Maka's closed right eye before she was sent into a much-needed slumber.

---

HOSPITAL LOBBY FLOOR

"Got to say Eizo, never thought you'd be willing to pull something like this off for a bunch of foreigner brats." Mirko remarked in amusement as she and Eizo walked back to the elevator.

"I can say the same for you too Rumi, I'm still trying to comprehend what I just witnessed. Never in my life would I think Mirko the merciless rabbit hero would actually adopt three kids out of the secret kindness of her heart." Eizo playfully snarked back, Rumi's rabbit ears twitched in annoyance before the short woman "gently" elbowed the detective in his ribs. Causing the balding man to yelp in pain before rubbing his stomach side.

"Jeez, Rumi I was just joking, no need to get so rough." Eizo coughed.

"Well, that ought to teach ya not to be a wise-ass, Baldy. I only decided to take in those kids because I felt pity for their sorry asses and decided I could give em a chance to redeem themselves for the shit they pulled." Rumi fumingly elaborated to her old friend, who even though was still in pain rolled his eyes from hearing her explanation.

"Sure Rumi, whatever you say." Eizo replied.

As the two were about to reach the elevator however they found it was already opening its doors; revealing none other than Hawks himself walking out of the elevator. But while Rumi had retained her causal attitude, Eizo got his guard up when the fierce winged hero casually walked towards them.

As unlike his robust companion, Eizo had a pretty good idea why Hawks was here and what he was probably going to be talking to them about.

"Oh, Hawks it's good to see ya, I'm guessing you finished up your little chat with the head honchos from the public safety commission?" Mirko asked the blonde man who answered with a simple nod.

"Yep, and I got my release forms all written up, I should be outta here by tomorrow at the latest. " Hawks then glanced to the detective standing next to Mirko. "But before I can consider leaving, I need to ask So how that special interview go? Did you find out who these kids or anything else about them?" Hawks coolly asked the detective who kept a neutral yet expression at the pro hero awaiting an answer.

Eizo had to be extremely cautious with what was about to tell Hawks, as he instantly knew that question was less from Hawks and the HPSC themselves. No doubt their little messenger bird had told his bosses everything he did know about those three kids when he first interrogated them. And those old farts were probably more than a little interested by what they heard from Hawks. Most definitely about how those teens had mopped the floor with him and Mirko last night, which immediately put those kids on their radar.

And he wanted to take them off of it as much as possible.

The hero public safety commission valued peace and order above all else, anyone they deem as a potential danger to said peace, would be addressed and dealt with effective immediately.

And three kids who did a damn good job kicking the asses, of two of Japan's top ten pro heroes would be more than enough to catch their attention. He couldn't afford to tell Hawks a single thing that had happened since he left or anything else that could give the HPSC justification to step in and deal with these kids however they see fit.

They may have ordered him to come and investigate the matter with these three teens, but like hell, he was gonna let them do God knows what to them. Not after all the crap, these kids have been through until now, so he decided to pull off something he never thought he'd ever do. And lie straight to the face of Japan's third-best pro hero.

"We managed to learn that these kids were victims of a mysterious villain that hit them with some kind of a powerful hallucinogenic illusion quirk. Allowing them in their drugged state to be kidnapped from some isolated town in America they lived in all the way to Japan. For what purpose he did this, we don't know yet, but rest assured I'll be heavily looking into it." Eizo reiterated his cover story to the number three hero while keeping his poker face.

Hawks' eyes lightly widened in horror at this disturbing development. "Are you serious here?" Ezio nodded as Hawk's eyes turned to look downwards. "Shit...I knew there was something off about these kids, but I didn't they were caught up in anything like this." Hawks grimly muttered, feeling immense sympathy for those poor kids and the nightmarish experience they went through.

"Me neither Hawks." Eizo said in agreement, but not for the big fat lie he just told hawks. The detective being the only person in this hallway, if not the whole world, who knew the true story behind the reason why these kids were here.

Hawks' eyes however narrowed back down to the original calmness they held before and looked back at the balding detective. While it was true, he felt bad for these kids, after learning how they ended up here; he found that story to be...a little too convenient.

True it would explain the craziness those children were spewing out earlier. Along with why Crona had that psychotic episode when they fought. Including their lack of knowledge on more basic facts of society that everyone practically knew about. But Hawks felt there were still some holes in that story the detective was telling him. As their lack of both guardians and personal identification remained nonexistent.

"Then what did you learn about their real hometown? Did you find anything else about them yet or is it somehow the same case as before?" Hawks inquired of the internally cautious detective and awaited a proper answer.

Eizo felt like he playing a game of Russian roulette with every detailed question being asked of him. The veteran detective barely managed to keep nervous sweat from forming on each of his temples. With Eizo trying to come up with some kind of decent coverup that can fool the prying Hawks.

Soon enough, Eizo's hard-working brain spawned an idea and his jaw muscles moved. "Well, their home is somewhere in Nevada but we don't have a name yet except the nickname its residents love calling it."

"Which I'm assuming is Death City, right?" Hawks hummed.

"Yep, but that doesn't help us in the slightest in finding the place. And due to the kids' memories being far too fuzzy to recollect their true memories properly; we still can't find any way to contact their real families, at least until their minds have recovered enough." Eizo falsely elaborated to the fierce winged hero, while the blonde man kept his stiff gaze at the man.

"Well, that's very unfortunate news Eizo. So I'm assuming their minds are also too messed up; to answer how they almost seem to possess multiple quirks?" Hawks queried further into the matter, still trying to dig up any fault in this story the detective was giving him.

Eizo managed to keep his stone-cold poker face. "I was right about my theory from earlier. They were using some illegal hero support gear, that allowed Soul to alter his quirk and generate those sonic keyboards; and Crona to make his living quirk produce those sonic screams that Death Arms reported." Eizo elucidated to the number three hero of the 100% bullshit information he was feeding the winged hero.

"And what about Maka? What's her quirk? Does she even have one?" Mirko interjected into the conversation, now curious herself for the answer.

Ezio at that moment wondered if the universe was trying to make his life difficult on purpose, just for its own sick amusement. The detective now feeling he was driven into a corner, without a clue as to how to get out of this situation he's caught himself in.

One wrong sentence and he would be entrapped by the web of lies he's sown.

However, Eizo recalled to a certain part of the conversation he had with the trio; when they were explaining all about themselves and their world. During that interview, Eizo and the kids reached a point in their talk, where they discussed about the general abilities of meisters. Maka elaborating on how meisters can manipulate and resonate with the wavelength of others' souls.

Allowing both meisters and their weapons to perform various supernatural feats of strength together, through the unified resonance between their souls. Maka also stated how some meisters can even perceive the souls of others through an ocular ability called soul perception.

An ability Maka had coincidentally been lucky enough to be born with, along with a very rare type of soul called a Grigori soul. Granting Maka the ability to expel and repel evil forces, along with giving Soul the ability to generate wings in his weapon form.

Eizo had originally planned to utilize this intriguing information for falsifying Maka's quirk in her forged I.D later on. But now given the circumstances, it seems he was gonna have to improvise from the information Maka told him.

He just hoped he could make it as believable as possible.

"Maka's quirk is called...spectral." Eizo lied to the two pro heroes as he further recalled everything Maka told him about a meister's abilities. "It grants Maka the ability to perceive the energies of anyone and utilize it for herself and others. When focusing on herself she enhances her own abilities, including athleticism and perception. Making her capable of detecting presences and immediately understanding the characteristics of someone's personality on sight."

Hawks twitched slightly at what he was hearing. "That's intriguing."

"That's not all. When channeling it through others, she can manifest the energies as augmentations to their abilities as well. That's how Soul's scythe form became energized, and why Maka was able to move so fast when you fought her." Eizo falsely explained to Hawks and Mirko. The detective mixing small amounts of truth with his improvised lies to hopefully deceive them.

Mirko raised her eyes in surprise at the reveal of the girl's quirk. "Holy shit really?" Eizo nodded in confirmation. "Goddamn, that is one helluva a quirk to have."

"Yeah, but she's still learning how to use its full capabilities. Thus, why she almost seemed quirk-less at first, she only knows how to empower herself and her friends."

Hawks raised a suspicious eyebrow at this reveal. The winged hero being momentarily stunned by how that girl he almost thought was quirk-less, but secretly she wielded such a versatile quirk like her other friends. These three teens were practically child prodigies brimming with power and potential.

Seriously just what kind of town could give way to such prodigious children?

It honestly made sense then why a villain would try to kidnap them. As no doubt, the scum of society would want to get their hands on such powerful youths for their nefarious purposes. With human quirk trafficking, which had plagued the world since quirks first emerged; being both a very likely, and extremely disturbing possibility of what could've happened to these kids.

The mere thought of this villain planning something so monstrous for these children sickened Keigo to his very core. Thankfully those kids had escaped from this villain's clutches, albeit with messed memories, but fine nonetheless.

But there was still one uncertainty needing to be answered.

"Well if what your saying is true, then the only question left is where they got the support gear to begin with?" Hawks questioned.

"They snatched the illegal items from the same villain that kidnapped them when they escaped. Unfortunately, the support gear was very faulty and is damaged beyond identification or repair after they used it." Eizo further explained the details of the false story, but couldn't tell if Hawks bought it due to the unreadable expression he was giving off.

Hawks' eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Your certain then? Are you saying there's no way we can track this villain or where the stolen hero support gear came from?" Hawks queried the detective in a neutral tone.

Eizo briefly shook his head. "Nope, trust me I asked the kids to give it to me, but all that was left was charred metal and wiring, nothing more." Yet Hawks didn't respond back, merely continuing to analyze the detective and take in everything he was told.

The two men remained staring at each other with their neutrally calm expressions within the hallway, either one waiting to see what will be the next move in this suddenly tense conversation. All that was missing was the iconic tumbleweed, rolling past Hawks and Eizo, and this would have been something straight out of an old western cowboy movie.

'If he doesn't fall for this I'm screwed.' Eizo internally fretted, as he kept waiting in dread for whatever came out of Hawk's mouth. A few moments passed before Hawks took down his stern stare and became more casual towards the detective.

"I see then...well that's very disappointing to hear. A damn shame we couldn't get anything legitimately useful to help these kids go back home." Hawks said in pity for three poor souls. "I'll alert the HPSC the unfortunate news about these vigilantes, and convince them to drop the property damage charges on them." Hawks promised to the detective and the pro hero, much to their relief.

"But if that's the case then I guess we'll have no choice but to put them into the foster care system, right?" Hawks said in sympathy but internally felt relieved by at the very least, the HPSC can begin their plans sooner than expected.

Once confirmation was given of where the trio would end up, the chairman and the other board members would begin the next phase in their "project" and start setting up the teens' lives here in the city.

After that's done and the HPSC observes the trio and learns everything they can about them; they'll eventually step in and be hopefully successful in recruiting the kids into the organization. After all, foster care wasn't the perfect place for kids like them, especially if they've never experienced it before. The experience would no doubt take a toll on them and would want anything to break out of that monotonous life. Combined that with their instinctual desire to help and the HPSC will be able to have them accept their offer quite easily.

Hawks did admit he was feeling a bit scummy for helping the HPSC with such blatant manipulation, and what was basically a plan to slowly soften three kids into joining the organization.

But Hawks was reaffirmed by the fact these kids were too special and potentially dangerous to be brushed off and left alone. That Crona boy being a prime example of his and the HPSC's fears. They needed him to be to some extent controlled and monitored. Then maybe after the training, the HPSC would teach them, they could be properly molded into being true heroes to serve and protect hero society as the chairwoman told him.

After all, while he was much younger than those three, and in a more dire position. The HPSC offered their help in exchange for his recruitment, and look how he turned out when he took up their offer. In the end, Keigo knew it would all work out for those three teens, all they needed was to simply take the helpful hand that would be offered to them.

"Actually, about that...there won't be any need for them to go to a foster home." Eizo told the number three hero as he tried ignoring the quiet snickering of a certain rabbit in the room.

Hawks raised an eyebrow at this bewildering reveal, the hell was he talking about? "And why's that?"

"Well, you see, it's because-" But before Eizo knew it, Rumi shoved past him and stood directly in front of Hawks with a snarky as hell smile.

"-It's cause I'm going to be taking them in!" Mirko proudly exclaimed, much to Eizo's exasperation and Hawks' immense shock as he tried mentally grasping what he just heard.

'D-Did...did I-I hear that right?' Hawks internally sputtered from what his ears registered to his brain. But the gears running in his poor cranium were far too clogged with disbelief to properly comprehend; what was quite frankly one of the most surreal things he had ever heard in his life.

Rumi Usagiyama, one of the most tenacious, blunt, and loud-mouthed people, he had ever met in his whole career as a pro hero had just decided to adopt three vigilante kids, whom she just met...

...That couldn't be t-true right?

Hawks with great effort managed to snap out of his frozen shock. Slowly blinking a few times before speaking. "I-I'm sorry Rumi but I think I misheard you...what the hell did you just say?" Hawks slowly asked the shorter woman.

"You heard me damn well Keigo, the brats have nowhere else to go so I volunteered to have them live under my roof, you got a problem with that?" Mirko haughtily questioned, silently daring the winged hero to try speaking against this decision.

Fortunately for Rumi that never happened as Hawks was still gaping by this sudden revelation. Much to Rumi's evident amusement as she chuckled at the number three heroes astonished features. So, it was true then...Rumi had become these kids' guardian. The battle-hungry rabbit hero of Japan had just become a parental figure to three young impressionable teens...

At that point, Hawks seriously began to wonder if the depths of hell itself had now begun to freeze over into an arctic tundra if something this ridiculously impossible has somehow happened before his own eyes.

"I know how you feel buddy, I couldn't believe she wanted to do this either. But I couldn't refuse, not just because she is surprisingly qualified, but if I said no, she'd probably kick my ass until I changed my answer." Eizo exasperatedly explained to the still immensely astonished Hawks.

"Damn right I would've!" Mirko huffed proudly.

"You see what I mean?" Ezio groaned.

Hawks lightly shook his head to snap himself out of his stunned stupor and managed to mostly return to his previous demeanor. "D-detective Eizo are...are you positive this is the right choice here? Even if Rumi is...somehow considered qualified to be a parental guardian, do really think she can dedicate the time and effort to take care of three teenagers?"

"Look Hawks, I won't deny that Mirko can be a bit of a thrill-seeking muscle head at times," Eizo whispered as quietly as possible to avoid Mirko's wrath, thankfully nothing was heard due to her bandaged ears and being too caught up in her own amusement to fully notice. "But she's the number seven pro hero for more than just her brawn in fighting, Keigo. She has the expertise and resources to be a mentor to them, one that can blossom the potential these kids yield for heroism." Ezio tried to reason with the skeptical Keigo, who still had more than a hard time in fully trusting the older man's words.

"And you sure aren't being biased here?" Hawks countered with a flat expression, beginning to see that his friendship with Rumi may be influencing this decision.

Ezio shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I am, but you can't deny that the number seven hero is an excellent candidate to help hone their potential." Hawks however still didn't seem too convinced by his words so he decided to pull the big guns. "Plus, Rumi can also keep them in line should they start causing trouble again, which I seriously doubt will happen."

Hawks didn't say anything, only keeping his doubtful expression towards the detective before after a few moments passed before he spoke. "You really thought this through, didn't you? And in such a short span of time too." Hawks released a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Fine detective Eizo... I'll allow it. It's not like I have much power to stop this anyway, not without this turning into an ugly custody dispute." Hawks then removed his two fingers from his nose's bridge. "So, I guess I'll just have to hope that this all turns out as well as you're selling it out to be."

Eizo felt a crushing weight lift from his mind with an immensely relieved feeling taking its place. More than glad to hear that his silver tongue was still sharp enough; to sway Hawks from digging too deeply into the truth of these kids' origins, and not going against Mirko being the trio's guardian.

"But I just hope Rumi can handle the task she's put on herself, especially with being that pink-haired kid's guardian." Hawks told the detective before his expression became a bit more serious. "That boy is still dangerous, detective. Even if he was only mentally ill because of a villain's quirk, he's still a powerhouse. While I know Mirko isn't a pushover, you can understand my concerns with letting a kid with such power and possible psychological issues living in her home."

Eizo's expression became more serious. "You're not wrong, not entirely anyway, but I have faith in Rumi's abilities. Plus, with the two people, he cares so much at his side while they recover. It's unlikely he'll have any...outbursts like when he fought you. But if your still worried, we can always have a psychological evaluation made and see how to fix any remaining issues." Eizo further reasoned with Keigo who started to be more swayed by what the detective was telling him.

"Yeah, maybe that could work..." Hawks said to himself while he scratched his chin in contemplation. Starting to see that maybe this could actually work out; So long as certain precautions are made of course.

Rumi having eavesdropped on their finishing conversation, walked over to Hawks and decided to make sure bird boy didn't have any more issues with adopting these kids.

"So, I guess there isn't any more to discuss over this, is there?" Mirko rhetorically asked the blonde man with her usual haughty grin plastered on her face.

"Yeah, I guess not." Keigo reluctantly admitted, even if he had come earlier and found out what Mirko was planning, he still didn't think he could've been able to stop her from doing this. Maybe he could've tried persuading her to back out, but all that would've probably done was make the stubborn rabbit more determined to be the children's guardian.

The same could be said for anything else she set out to do for that matter.

"Well then if the matter is finally settled, I guess I'll take my leave. All that paperwork for this case won't be written up by itself." Eizo told the two pro heroes as he made his way to the elevator.

"I'll see you around Rumi, you better take care of those children, ya hear?" Eizo warned the rabbit-eared woman with a light and almost teasing tone of voice.

Rumi in response to that lighthearted warning waved her old friend off. "Don't worry old man, those kids will be treated like fucking royalty compared to some of the weakling brats I intern." Rumi assured the detective who was unaware or perhaps didn't care about the nervous smile Eizo made While Hawks quietly cringed when hearing that.

The reason for such concern was due to knowing quite well that Rumi rarely interned young heroes in training every year after the annual U.A sports festival. Not because Rumi was an overly picky person, yet she had her specific standards so to speak. Oh No, it was because Mirko was practically infamous for making students endure brutal and grueling as hell, hero training methods on any poor child interned under her.

With most coming back looking like exhausted zombies for weeks, or for others less keen on such intense training, would outright quit halfway under their internships. When she was later confronted by media in interviews for having such harsh internships that always scared off any teen who signed up; She stated it wasn't her fault that "the brats were too damn weak to handle it", as she so bluntly put it.

Since then, almost every hero student in U.A or from other hero schools like Shiketsu have avoided Mirko's internships as if it was the plague itself. Being far too afraid of being mentally and physically broken by the harsh experience to think it was worth the blood and sweat. Then again Rumi must've done this as an attempt to try and toughening up the young interns, and prepare them for the brutal experience the full job of a pro hero will be like.

Unfortunately, despite her good intentions, Rumi didn't see that she may be a little too drastic when it came to this reality check of being a pro hero.

But then again, that may not be the case with the trio she was adopting.

Maka, Crona, and Soul had already faced and gone through so many dangerous situations throughout their young lives. Ones that rivaled, if not surpassed what even the top ten pro heroes would deal with. So, Rumi may not need to make those kids go through that hellish experience should they want to be heroes.

But the doubtful parts in both Ezio and Hawks had a bad feeling that if anything, Mirko may just not hold back at all. Instead making them undergo somehow even more brutal methods than she'd usually do. The two men shuddered in secondhand fear by whatever torturous challenges may await Maka, Crona, and soul in the near future.

God help those poor souls...

"Yeah...I bet they're gonna love it." Eizo muttered with a nervous smile, feeling so much sympathy for the poor kids already. The detective silently prayed for the trio to be able to endure the grueling experiences Rumi will make them endure to "polish them up." So, to speak.

But despite the worry he held for the trio when they no doubt go through Mirko's training plan, Eizo had a good feeling they may be able to overcome it and become even stronger than before. Maka and soul had already accomplished so many insane feats, that far surpassed what even All Might in his prime had done in the entire six years he was the number one hero. Such as traveling to the literal moon to face off against a powerful god of madness, with only bravery and her trusted friends at their side, all at the tender age of fourteen years old.

Eizo thought back to seeing all those memories of the adventures she and her friends went on, the missions to save the lives of others. To fight those who abuse their power. Defeating foes Who would commit evil and seek destruction and suffering for their own amusement or twisted goals.

Throughout all these tribulations and dangerous moments in this one girl's life she never wavered in bravery. Never succumbing to the darkness, she willingly fought against it and persevered no matter how badly the odds were against her.

Eizo smiled. 'I hope you and your friends do well here Maka. I'll be expecting incredible things from you three.' The old man's smile curved up into a small yet excited grin. Hearing the elevator doors finally open up, he strolled inside and pressed the button. The twin metal doors closing themselves as the veteran detective went on his way back to the station.

Mirko waved her old friend goodbye until the twin metal doors closed and took him down the hospital lobby. The number seven hero then turned her head to meet birdy's gaze. The poor schmuck just kept standing in that same spot this whole time, looking so freakin dumbfounded right now, it was fucking priceless!

Mirko unable to keep in her amusement any longer she briefly turned her head to meet his gaze and pulled an akanbe gesture. Pulling down her lower right eyelid and childishly sticking her tongue out, in front of the baffled (and slightly offended) Hawks. Until she quickly strutted into one of the other available elevators and headed back to their hospital room.

The whole time the amazonian woman kept an excited grin on her mouth, her mind racing with many different plans and ideas for the brats once they start living under her roof. 'You brats better get ready, because I got BIG plans ahead for you three. I just hope you can handle what's in store.' Rumi thought with further excitement infecting her mind. Already envisioning the greatness she'll help them achieve in the future while under her tutelage.

Hawks however didn't share anywhere near the same excitement his colleague held as she left. The mystified blonde still trying to fully comprehend how the hell this all happened in the first place.

But more importantly, Hawks was now trying to figure out how he was going to explain this new unfortunate development to his bosses.

'The chairwoman is not gonna be happy when I tell her this...' Hawks thought in worry of how his boss was going to react to finding out that her plans have now been utterly torn apart.

It would unfortunately appear recruiting these kids, just got a helluva lot more complicated than he thought it was going to be.

All thanks to a brawny rabbit girl barging in at the worst possible time.

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The next day soon came to pass as the trio along with the number seven and three pro heroes; were quickly released from the hospital. All parties were given back their clothing to switch into. Once the trio was properly dressed, they followed their new guardian Mirko herself to a nearby train station and boarded the westbound line.

The ride was a fairly long one, now having been about nearly 4 hours since they were on the train. And besides the small chats they had between themselves Maka, Crona, and Soul simply sat together with Rumi inside the train cabin in silence.

Not because they didn't want to talk but merely because they didn't know what to say. That and the trio were far too entranced by the sights they saw of the numerous cities and skyscrapers of Japan. Despite apparently being sent to a version of earth in the future, they still couldn't believe how everything looked almost exactly the same.

The trio occasionally glancing at the train's clear windows, revealing the many urban cities outside in uncertainty. The teens still felt unsure of what to expect, anything could happen in this unpredictable world they've landed themselves in.

Maka looked down at her injured foot, examining her bruised limb now encased in a slim black boot-like caste that allowed her to slip her foot into her shoe.

Before leaving the hospital, the doctors switched out her original caste and replaced it with a "walking caste" as they called it. Allowing Maka to walk around while her foot was still healing from its injuries. But even then, she was still advised not to walk around too much and simply let her foot rest as much as possible.

Maka's brow furrowed as she was reminded of the doctor's medical advice. She knew that her lower limb needed to heal and can't be strained too much, but it still didn't help make her feel any less irked by how her temporary handicap would continue weighing her down.

And she still had to deal with being in this condition for two whole months...

"So, kids, what do you think of Japan so far?" Mirko asked the trio in front of them in curiosity.

"Oh-um...I-it's nice I guess." Crona mumbled, while his ebon eyes around the cabin. "W-we haven't r-really gotten the chance to explore the city; except when we w-were..."

"Being hunted down all over the place? Yeah, I know." Mirko finished as Crona flinched from her gaze, Rumi's brow furrowed before releasing a short exhale. "Look I get you guys aren't too proud about the shit that happened last night, but that's all in the past. This is a new start for you brats, so quit acting so sad and shit."

Crona shyly nodded. "Y-yes ma'am."

"Kid, you don't need to call 'ma'am' like I'm your freakin boss or something. Just call me Rumi, alright?" Rumi told the timid pink-haired boy who said nothing back and merely nodded in response; Much to Rumi's internal exasperation.

'I'm gonna have to really put some effort into giving this kid some damn confidence.' Rumi noted as she continued to observe the boy's quiet behavior. If this kid was as powerful as Hawks told her, then he would need to lose this introverted demeanor to fully realize his potential.

"Mrs. Rumi look, I know you want us to forget about what happened yesterday but... I and Maka feel like we should apologize for what we put you through last night." Soul said with cracks of remorse emerging in his voice. While Maka slightly slumped her shoulders in tamed shame of their previous actions towards the person who now offered to be their guardian.

Mirko blinked before she trio, boisterously laughed in amusement, much to the trio's stunned bafflement. "HAHAHA! Are you freakin kidding me?! Didn't I tell you guys before that I'm not mad for that surprise attack? To be honest I'm kind of impressed that you could catch me off guard like that, so props to you!"

Soul blinked. "Uh...I'm flattered? But didn't I end up injuring your...rabbit ears? I thought you were still mad about that?"

Rumi's amused grin faltered a bit. "Well, you aren't wrong about that, but Eizo already told me about what happened to you guys. So, I can't stay pissed off against people, kids no less, who weren't thinking straight at the time."

"Of course, how can we forget?" Soul muttered as Crona and soul merely nodded in understanding. The trio remembered Eizo telling them yesterday the cover story to be used, to explain their sudden appearance in this world.

At first, they were pretty miffed by how their cover story stated how their real home; was nothing more than a hallucination brought on by a "villain's quirk" who supposedly kidnapped them (which wasn't far off from the truth.) to this place. But in the end, understood that if they didn't go along with it, they would be considered total whackos otherwise, so they really had no choice but to accept it and move on.

"So, Ms. Rumi since we're new here, there's something I want to ask you." Maka spoke up, catching the attention of the woman in question. "Soul told me yesterday, that those two officers said you and Hawks were called 'top ten pro heroes', what does that mean exactly? I'm assuming it means your high ranking in your job, right?" Maka intelligently asked the rabbit-eared woman sitting across from her.

"Actually yeah, you're right on track kid!" Mirko smiled in impressment by the younger girl's deduction. Rumi remembered Eizo telling her that their brains were pretty jumbled up, from that villain so they may need a refresher of how society functioned to help these kids with their situation. "But you're sort of right, it is because I'm so damn good at my job as a pro hero; that I was able to earn the position of being one of Japan's best heroes."

Maka nodded in understanding. "I see, and I'm guessing you manage to accomplish that by arresting a lot of those villains, right?"

Mirko's eyes briefly widened in surprise. "Damn you catch on quickly, here I thought I needed to do a whole fucking lesson, but I guess not." Maka's cheeks blushed pink at the praise given to her by their new guardian; before quickly calming herself down, and refocusing her attention back on Mirko.

"But it's not actually because I only lock up villains and other criminals that I became the number seven hero. While that helps my reputation, all that really does is a raise in my paychecks I get for doing my job." Mirko corrected before delving further into the specifics of her job as a hero. "We're paid and rated in popularity based on performance in the field, level of strength, number of resolved incidents, contributions to society, and overall public approval."

"So, what you're saying is, the better these hero guys are at their jobs, the higher they're paid and rated?" Soul implied Curiously, with Rumi nodding her head in confirmation.

"Yep, and if you do well enough, you could end up being ranked as one of the top ten best pro heroes in the whole country." Mirko further explained to the three youths in front of her, the kids stared at the rabbit-themed woman with great interest mixed in their expressions from learning this information.

Soul and Maka were especially intrigued by how the system for these "pro heroes" functioned. It sounded like these heroes acted like utilitarian versions of meisters, who just like the shibusen students, used their powers to keep peace and order in their home country.

But the difference they easily noticed was how these heroes seemed to have the overall job, of needing to solve every disaster that occurs in their respective countries; something that meisters didn't do unless it was an emergency.

Even though meisters are tasked with protecting the world, that duty only extended to solving threats involving the supernatural. Anything else that wasn't, was best left up to the authorities. They may be warriors of Lord Death, but they couldn't promise to be capable of solving every problem in the world.

They were still human after all, and humans had their limits to what they can do.

But it still gave the teens the perspective of how despite being similar in some regards, this alternate world can be vastly different from their home as well.

Although before anything else could be said, a certain imp decided to add his own input into their conversation.

"Wait a goddamn minute! Are you telling me you and those other leotard wearing weirdos; actually, get fucking paid to go around and be some superhero cosplayers?!" Ragnarök exclaimed to Rumi, who while felt irritated by the sword's rude words, kept a calm demeanor.

"If that's what you wanna call it, then yeah pretty much." Rumi nonchalantly answered, yet hints of annoyance were subtle in her voice.

Ragnarök shot his ping pong eyes down towards his meister. "Well, then why don't you have me and this pussy sign up? He already has the stupid outfit going for him, and with my badass doing all the heavy lifting, we'd be making all kinds of cash!" Ragnarök gleefully suggested to his very embarrassed meister, the sword already salivating at the riches and fame they could gain from doing such an easy as hell gig.

Maka and Soul rolled their eyes in disgust at the blob's immensely greedy motivation to try and make Crona be a pro hero. But in the end, they weren't surprised by this either. Both former shibusen students knew full well, that the only things that motivate the sword into doing anything were born of purely hedonistic and self-serving desire.

Thankfully the scythe duo knew all too well, that Crona was the complete opposite of his self-indulgent weapon. Immediately proving that by frantically shaking his head in response to his selfish weapon's request. "A-Absolutely not! That job is meant to help people, not for you to indulge in fame and money!" Crona scolded his bratty weapon who twisted his "face" into peeved fury, before punching the boy's head with his ball hands in a fit of childish rage.

"You little goody-two-shoes shit! Who the fuck are you to suddenly grow a pair and say no to me, HUH?!" Ragnarök barked as he continued his angry assault on his merged meister. The swordsman managing to defend himself from his weapon's attacks fairly easy, but would get occasionally hit by the tiny fists fired by the tiny demon.

"Enough Ragnarök! H-hurting me won't change my answer so just-H-HEY STOP IT!" Crona shouted in mortification, as the sword decided to change his tactics by relocating himself to Crona's chest; and began trying to pull up the bottom of the swordsman's robe.

"Really? Then let's see if you'll keep your answer when I show everyone what's under your man-skirt, loser!" Ragnarök sneered as the douchebag of a weapon; prepared to publicly humiliate his meister in front of the few occupants within the train.

Maka meanwhile felt an angry vein pop on her forehead, as she witnessed one of her best friends about to be embarrassed, by the tiny asshole attached to his back. And like hell, she was going to sit here and allow it to happen any longer. Thus, with a furious glare, Maka shot up from her seat; preparing to march over and deliver an extremely painful Maka chop to the hellion's skull.

But just as Maka was about to stomp over and punish Ragnarök, someone had beaten her to the punch.

WHAM!

The sentient concoction of black blood couldn't even blink before he was soon met with a nasty axe kick to the top of his head. The punishing kick being delivered by none other than the amazonian rabbit hero herself.

The heroine in question, harshly glared at the annoying creature as it screamed in pure agony; by the nasty kick wrought onto its spherical cranium.

"WHHHYYY???!!!" Ragnarök shrieked in utter pain, as a fresh heel dent was freshly made on his jet black "skin" and tiny tears flowed down his ping pong eyes. The sword plummeting like a dropped toy on Crona's lap while twitching in pain.

The annoyed rabbit girl crossed her arms over her chest and loomed over the injured form of the small bully. "Because I just can't help but feel a strong need, to put obnoxious assholes like you in your damn place." Rumi lowly growled in irritation by the vexing sword, who continued writhing in agony from the devastating blow.

"The pain...oh god the paaaiiin." Ragnarök gasped out as stars swirled around his pain-blinded vision.

Maka blinked in surprise by the rabbit heroine's surprise attack on the annoying sword. Never having seen anyone beat her to physically reprimanding some idiot that got on her nerves.

The imp almost seemed to be in even more pain, than what she'd seen him be in after getting a Maka chop. Maka let out a short gasped in shock at this revelation.

Impossible...

S-Someone had managed to surpass the power of her Maka chops?

But then again, she had seen the mighty strength Rumi's kicks held when they fought two days ago. All those bulky lean muscles coating her legs, along with her rabbit quirk, no doubt granted Mirko loads of powerful kicking power.

Maka didn't know whether to feel jealous or impressed, but she felt like choosing the latter. An impressed smile slowly formed on Maka's lips as Mirko may have just gained a new fan.

One fan who greatly wished to learn some of her punishing techniques.

All the while Soul for some reason, grew more and more uncomfortable by the way his meister was smiling.

Crona released a long sigh of relief, before looking up to face the woman who saved him from Ragnarök's tantrum. "Thank you, m-Mrs. Rumi, I'm so sorry you had to intervene. I-I should've been better at controlling him." Crona meekly apologized, to the adult standing over him.

Rumi exhaled through her nose. "It's alright kid, you did the right thing standing up to him. But I have to ask, how often does he act like...that?"

Crona didn't say anything, merely cringing as soon as he heard that question. "I wish I could say not very often...but I'd be lying." Crona quietly told the rabbit hero, who shortly groaned in response to such unfortunate news.

'Great... glad to know I'll be dealing with that little prick often.' Mirko exasperatedly thought, already seeing that this little dick attached to Crona was gonna be a major pain in the ass.

But thankfully she had many ways of silencing that shitty gremlin's loudmouth. With that axe kick being one of the lighter methods she had available to silence the obnoxious quirk.

"But getting back to the topic at hand, becoming a pro hero is nowhere near as easy; just because you got a flashy quirk and slap on a costume like that dumbass said." Rumi corrected while pointing to the brutalized sword moaning in pain until he retreated back into Crona, to avoid the woman's ire. "You've got to be granted permission by the government to be a pro hero, and be allowed to freely use your quirks to help society."

Maka Placed two fingers on her chin and thought back to a certain term they kept hearing for the past two days. Until she widened her eyes from finally remembering the name. "Wait a minute, is that what those hero licenses, you guys have been talking about are for?" Maka asked.

Mirko's lips unveiled another impressed grin as she redirected her attention to this smart as hell girl. "Right again kid, they're certificates that allow people like me to use our powers freely in public. But more importantly, allows us to use our quirks to intervene and stop any disaster or crimes occurring nearby."

"But what happens if you don't have one?" Maka questioned further, but she along with soul and Crona could already tell what the answer was gonna most likely be.

"If you don't have a hero license then you gotta just let heroes like me who have one handle the situation. And if you still try to go ahead and use your quirk illegally then..." Mirko started to explain.

"-Then those poor guys become 'vigilantes' and get hunted down like dogs like we were until they're arrested, right?" Soul finished Rumi's explanation with a sarcastic tone subtly mixed into his voice.

Rumi sighed in a mixture of exasperation and pity. "Look I know it fucking sucks, and I do think people need to stop thinking vigilantes are like thugs on the street. But people can't just think barging in during a crisis will have no consequences." Mirko's expression turned slightly reprimanding. "It creates the risk of not only making the situation, worse than it already is but also further endangers those who need help." Rumi explained in a semi-stern voice, but it still didn't stop the collective frowns made in a fusion; of disappointment and minor annoyance by what they were hearing.

They weren't self-righteous fools who were blind to common sense, they understood and mostly agreed with the reason for such laws existing. What Rumi just told them was a very justifiable reason, given that any untrained civilians who have these quirks; could easily put themselves and others in mortal danger, if they were careless.

And as much as Soul and Maka absolutely hated to admit it, but that incident with the building perfectly justified why this world has such laws.

By recklessly using an ability of the black blood, Soul had little to no true experience in using, they ended up causing tons of property damage and put so many lives in danger. If it wasn't for their expertise and Crona's intervention when they faltered, the outcome would have been nightmarish, to say the least.

That's also why similar legislations were made in their world, to regulate demon weapon abilities. With the Shibusen V. United States case back in the early 1900s; establishing the pseudo marriage, between the US 2nd, 1st and 14th amendments for all demon weapons in America. Allowing demon weapons to freely use their weapon powers, so long as it's for the benefit of society and not at all illegal.

But here it seemed that, while half those laws were still made for these quirks, the other half was taken out and replaced with only more restrictions. Ones that made it so that if you even sneeze your powers out to try and help, it could end up with you having a nice cell waiting for you.

Even though they partially agreed with why this world had these quirk laws, Maka and Soul in particular, still thought the idea that you needed a freakin license to save others was absolutely ridiculous.

Yet despite the annoyance they felt for such restrictions a very good question immediately popped into their heads.

How do you get these hero licenses anyway? Was there some kind of requirements needed to obtain one?

But suddenly a memory from two days ago flashed by Maka. Where that giant man named Death Arms, mentions something about hero schools.

'Wait a minute… is that what those are for?' Maka realized as she began putting the pieces together. In retrospect it made so much sense, it was literally in the name!

So most likely in order to obtain a hero license, a person would needed to enroll in one of these hero schools, right?

But if that's the case...could they attend one?

But just as Maka was going to ask Rumi that very important question, she felt the train beginning to slow down and a voice echoed throughout the train.

"Attention all passengers, we are now arriving in Shizuoka Prefecture station. Please prepare to depart shortly." The female announced in Japanese.

"About freakin time." Mirko breathed out in Japanese before standing up from her seat. "Alright kids, this is where we get off." Rumi told the trio in English.

"Okay then, let's go guys." Maka told her friends, the trio stood up with Maka and followed the rabbit heroine out of the train once the train finally stopped. The trio along with Mirko walked out of the opened metal doors, revealing the crowds of people either walking out or preparing to enter the train.

As they walked through the passing crowds, the trio more than once, blinking in astonishment by the diversely shaped people seen every few seconds. Such as seeing a humanoid stegosaurus in average clothing; or an even a woman with gold skin, and rubies for eyes pass by the stunned teens.

Mirko noticed the kids surprised faces and quietly chuckled in amusement by their reactions. They probably didn't have many mutant quirk users live in their hometown in Nevada. The only exception apparently being how their hometown strangely had a large portion of people with weapon morphing quirks.

Something she managed to find out when she partially eavesdropped on the brats' conversation with Eizo yesterday. She couldn't really get much else due to the quiet volume they spoke, and her ears still being messed up; but she did hear more of their lives in America.

Specifically, how things were like in their shibusen academy in America.

Even though she only heard barely a handful of stuff about the place. That school already earned her respect for having the BALLS to let their students fight villains. At first, she was initially shocked by such recklessness performed by this school, but then her shock morphed into impressment by their methods.

She couldn't lie, it was pretty fucking dangerous to assign preteen students to fight against villains. But witnessing firsthand the results had mostly justified their methods. So, she didn't really have much to complain about, especially since she would help further blossom the potential their school helped seed in them.

The quartet soon then made their way out of the station and to the bustling city street. "Alright, my place is a couple blocks away from here so the walk ain't too long. Once we're there, I'll cook up some curry to chow down on, that sounds good?"

At the mention of being offered a nice hot meal made the trio salivate in their mouths. While the hospital food was pretty decent and filled their stomachs up nicely, it just didn't compare to eating freshly cooked food.

Maka rubbed her abdomen, already feeling it quietly growl in hunger for a nice meal. "That sounds incredible actually, thank you!"

"It's No problem Maka, I bet you haven't had anything nice to eat in a while." Mirko said before pointing towards a startled Crona. "Especially pinky over there, I think out of all of you, he needs it the most."

"M-me?! I-it's okay I-I d-don't need much to e-eat, I-it's fine." Crona stammered bashfully while waving his hands in a "no" manner, but Rumi wasn't having any of it.

"Kid you look like you haven't even eaten a crumb in weeks. I'm pretty sure you're gonna starve to death at this rate." Rumi retorted as her red eyes looked more closely at the young man's skinny frame.

And when she did Rumi's eyes nearly widened in shock, when she saw his body barely had any muscle or fat. Almost appearing to be nothing more than skin and bones.

'Jesus Christ! Forget a damn crumb, when was the last time he ate anything at all?' Rumi thought in genuine concern for the boy's near emaciated condition.

How the hell was this child able to fight Hawks, and nearly beat him, when he was in such shitty physical health? But more importantly, how did he become so unhealthily thin to begin with?

Whatever the case may be, it was clear she needed Crona to gain some weight before this got worse; and what better way to start then giving him and his friends a damn good dinner.

"Now c'mon, my home is this way." Rumi pointed to the left side of the street; the trio nodded before following the number seven hero. As they walked down the street the three children couldn't help but glance around the busy urban scenery surrounding them.

Everything looked so similar to back home from the billboard advertisements illuminating the street, the buildings, even the cars driving pass them looked almost no different from their world.

Yet when the trio looked up to see the late afternoon sun, did tight knots form in each of their stomachs. That circular ball of bright light in the sky, harshly reminding them of the fact this place wasn't exactly their world, just a different version of it.

They just needed to adapt and live here for the foreseeable future, until an opportunity to return to their home presents itself.

The only question was when...or even if that opportunity would ever come.

And at that moment the same knots in their stomachs grew even tighter than before.

"Oi brats, quit spacing out we're almost there!" Rumi's loud voice rang into their ears, snapping them out of their anxious funk.

Maka lightly shook her head. "O-oh sorry, we just got lost in the scenery."

"Uh-huh, just don't get caught in the clouds again alright?" Rumi hummed.

"Sure, but can you please stop calling us brats already?" Soul asked in minor annoyance, now getting tired of their guardian calling them that term.

Rumi looked over her shoulder. "Yeah, that ain't happening any time soon." Rumi said with a cheeky smirk before continuing to walk the street. The rabbit hero barely containing her amused giggling as she heard the albino sigh in exasperation.

God these kids were gonna be so much fun to mess with.

Speaking of which...

"And here we are!" Rumi pointed straight ahead to the right with a smug grin. "And if you were wondering if there are enough rooms, then I assure you…there's enough."

Maka, Soul, and Crona stopped walking and looked towards where Rumi was pointing,

"Wait, what do mean by enough…" But before she could ask further, Maka went bug-eyed when she looked to her right. "Woah..."

Soul and Crona didn't say anything as both boys simply gaped in stunned shock; by the unbelievable sight of where they'd be living. All while Mirko crossed her arms and looked at the astonished trio, in satisfaction as their minds were blown away by what they saw.

The trio had a feeling that due to their guardian holding such a prestigious position as; "The number seven pro hero of Japan." She would be living more comfortably than most did. Kind of like Kid and his weapons who lived in a nice big mansion in death city.

Yet what they saw completely blew away those expectations out of the water.

the trio gazed before the massive building in front of them. It's entire size eclipsing most of the apartments and housing that resided in the block. The mansion was two to three stories tall in height, having plenty of windows on its face and sides; with enough width to be nearly half the size of a baseball stadium! Or at least as far as someone with good measurement calculation skills like Maka could tell.

"Pretty impressive, am I right?" Mirko said proudly. "Though it's kind of alright compared to the other houses some of the higher top ten heroes tend to live in." Mirko commented causing the three shocked teens to turn their heads to Rumi.

"Lady, this house makes the richest guy we know, look like he's living in a goddam bungalow. how the hell can you say this place is 'alright'?" Soul muttered to his fellow albino, who merely gave the teen a toothy grin in response.

"Really now? Shit kid, I'm flattered my home managed to outdo whoever the hell that is." Rumi confidently remarked as she walked towards the door and unlocked it. "Well, are you guys coming in or what?" Rumi asked the teens, snapping them out of their shock as they slowly walked into the entrance of the building with the heroine.

When they walked inside the trio was once again left stunned, this time by the entryway into Rumi's home. Smooth jet-black obsidian made up the flooring of the entrance, while the walls were nicely painted with a coat of blaze-shaded orange. The ceiling of course being illuminated with dim yet strong lights that revealed the plaques and posters placed on both walls.

"Wow...it looks so nice." Crona murmured in awe, he'd never really seen anything like this since he went to Kid's mansion for that party so long ago.

"Well if you kids think that's impressive wait till you see the rest of the place." Rumi smiled as she walked towards an empty stack. "Though first things first, you've got to take your shoes off before you dirty the place."

Maka, Crona, and Soul looked down to see a white shoe rack placed on the left side of the entrance.

"Oh, of course!" Maka said as she quickly went over to the empty stand and took off her black boots, with the boys following suit.

Afterwards, Maka, Soul, and Crona followed Rumi down the hallway, passing by many different rooms with some having labels.

Unfortunately, the trio couldn't understand what was written due to the labels being in Japanese kanji.

'We've really got to start learning Japanese.' Maka mentally added to their list of priorities. Yet despite not knowing what oddities were in these rooms, Maka knew that Rumi would inevitably give them a tour of her home.

As they walked further into the hallway the three teens saw a peculiar door that seemed slightly wider than the others catching their eyes.

Rumi noticed they stopped walking and turned around to see the trio staring at the wide door with piqued interest.

"Interested about that one, aren't ya?" Rumi casually asked the curious teens.

"Kinda." Soul said before glancing at Rumi. "So, what's in there exactly?"

Rumi smirked. "I'll tell you guys later, but I got a feeling you'll be liking what's down there."

Soul raised an eyebrow at Rumi's foreshowing but shrugged and continued following the heroine down the hallway.

The trio was then met with a wide living room painted in the same blaze orange color scheme. A white and comfy sofa was set in middle of the large room, along with a fur rug and various plaques hung on the rooms four walls. But what truly attracted the attention of the teens was the 55-inch plasma screen tv staring directly at them.

Needless to say, the teens were once again stunned in awe by the lavish living room before them.

"Holy shit, this place is awesome." Soul muttered in awe at the coolest living room he's ever seen in his life.

"Yeah, no kidding..." Maka agreed with her weapon, beginning to wonder how Liz and patty reacted similarly to it when they first came to Death the Kid's home.

Crona however, didn't say anything and continued staring at the living room in silent amazement. Yet it wouldn't be long before his weapon would voice out his own opinion.

"Goddamn, this place is loaded!" Ragnarök shouted as he emerged out of his meister's spine. "Perhaps you didn't totally fuck us over after all." The sword surprisingly admitted, yet Crona paid no attention to his brash weapon and continued admiring this woman's living room.

"Well, I'm glad you kids are impressed." Rumi chuckled before walking down to a nearby door. "You guys can chill out here while I get changed have dinner ready, I'll call you when it's done." Rumi told the teens as she walked towards where the kitchen was located; Thus, leaving Maka, Soul, and Crona to their own devices.

"Well, you heard the lady." Soul said as he walked towards the comfy sofa and plopped himself down on its soft surface with an exhale. "Time to finally have some nice R & R."

Maka turned her head to face Crona. "C'mon Crona, let's go sit down and watch some television while we wait for Rumi to make dinner." Maka smiled urging him to come follow her.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but for once listen to the cow. I wanna see what kind of tv shows this freaky ass world's got!" Ragnarök demanded. For once Crona complied, as the swordsman followed Maka and sat together with her and soul on the sofa.

The trio turned on the television screen and watched whatever was pleasing on its smooth surface as the two meisters and demon weapon waited for dinner.

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About half an hour passed until Rumi, now wearing black sweatpants and a purple t-shirt, returned to the living room and announce that dinner was ready. The trio and Rumi sat together at the dinner table eating the delicious curry; all while beginning some small talk as they ate.

"So, brats, how's the food?" Rumi asked the three teens, and was very pleased to see them all have big smiles as they ate.

"It's fantastic Rumi, again thank you so much for the meal." Maka happily thanked the heroine between bites of rice as she ate.

Soul wholeheartedly agreed with his meister and would have made similar compliments, if his mouth wasn't stuffed to the brim with curry. But he made sure to give his thanks with one cool thumbs-up at the very least.

Crona swallowed before giving a nod. "Y-yes, t-thank you for d-dinner." But that brief moment of thankfulness was all it took; for the impish sword to abruptly pop out from Crona's chest, and swiped away his bowl.

"Yoink!"

"Hey, that's my dinner!" Crona exclaimed.

"Ya snooze ya lose, wimp!" Ragnarök barked triumphantly. "Should've paid more attention instead of being all thankful and shit." The sword then unveiled his maw and began shoving the food down his gullet.

"Stop it Ragnarök, you already had a bowl!" Crona reprimanded his weapon as he tried pulling away his weapon from his bowl but to no avail.

"Well blame Lola bunny over there for giving me such crappy portions!" Ragnarök yapped as he gobbled up the food.

"She was being fair!" Crona shouted as he pulled harder on the bowl.

"Don't care, I'm hungry and yours is the closest dish available, so it's mine!" Ragnarök growled greedily.

Thankfully before Ragnarök could further ransack his meisters dinner; a textbook was flung straight into the imp's face.

MAKA CHOP!

And just like that, the little devil was sent swirling, as he now had a nice bruise form on his X-shaped face.

"Ow! Where the fuck were you even hiding that thing!?" Ragnarök demanded while he fervently rubbed his bruised face with his ball hands.

"That's none of your business." Maka said angrily as a tick mark appeared on her forehead. "Just like you have no right to steal Crona's dinner!"

"Damn straight." Rumi angrily glared at the obnoxious asshole currently whining in pain. No wonder Crona was so damn thin, this greedy little parasite was stealing all his damn food whenever it had the chance.

'For god's sake, what the hell did this kid do to be born with such a stupid motherfucker as his quirk?' Rumi wondered in sympathy for Crona's plight. She could only imagine how many times that muppet bastard pulled this kind of shit on the poor lad.

But she was at least happy to know he had good friends like Maka to help punish that devilish quirk whenever possible. The rabbit heroine took a great liking for the confident fire Maka held as she punished the impish quirk.

"Oh, fuck this shit, I don't need to deal with you people!" Ragnarök then turned around to face his meister. "Thanks for the food loser, and don't worry, I made sure to leave some scraps for you!" Ragnarök then blew a loud raspberry at everyone before dissolving back into Crona.

"God what a dick." Soul muttered in annoyance; the scythe really wished the sword just remained mindless like before.

Crona lowered his head in shame. "I-I'm so sorry Rumi for his behavior, it was unacceptable." Crona apologized.

Rumi's expression softened when he saw the boys saddened face. "Hey don't beat yourself up, what happened wasn't your fault." Rumi then glanced down at Crona's now empty plate and immediately knew what to do.

Rumi soon got up from the table and walked over to Crona's seat. Taking away the dish before walking into the kitchen. Barley half a minute passed before the rabbit heroine returned to the dining room; now with a plate full to the brim with curry and placed it down in front of Crona.

"Here ya go buddy, now you better dig in." Rumi smiled as she walked back to her seat as Crona looked at her curiously.

Crona blinked. "W-Wow...um t-thank you R-Rumi, but I-I don't think I can h-handle eating all this." Crona said while nervously staring at the large amount of curry, much to Maka and Soul's amusement.

"Well too bad brat, cause you ain't leaving until I see that plate is empty." Rumi said with a grin and daring brow.

Seeing as there was no way out, Crona nodded and obeyed, the swordsman grabbed a spoon and began taking slow spoonfuls of curry into his mouth. Those slow spoonfuls as time progressed became faster and faster each minute, much to Rumi's satisfaction.

Maka also felt immensely happy to see her good friend was finally eating a healthy amount of food for once. The poor boy probably hadn't eaten a decent meal in months or in retrospect…years.

His disturbingly thin body was undeniable proof of that.

Maka however shook away all those depressing thoughts, feeling there was no need to revisit or ponder such saddening topics involving her friend. All that mattered at this moment was that Crona could not only start healing mentally but can now begin to also heal physically too.

"Now that's settled, I think it's time we talk about what's going to happen from here on out." Rumi told the three teens who quickly paid close attention to what the rabbit heroine had to say.

"After I sign all the paperwork needed to officially be your legal guardian, and Eizo forges all the crap necessary to make you citizens here; I'll get you kids started with your education." Rumi explained before taking a sip of water. "From what Eizo told me your gonna need to be enrolled in a middle school, one that can provide you with foreign exchange classes to adjust here."

Maka nodded in agreement. "That makes sense, we'll probably need the extra curriculum if we're going to be living here." But that would also mean she needed to study her butt off to adapt here as soon as possible. The same also applying to Crona who would definitely need her help with certain topics in those classes.

That also includes a certain death scythe in the room…

Maka sent a brief yet stern glance at the demon weapon in question, the albino realizing what she meant through that glare, nervously looked away from his meister to avoid her disciplinary gaze; But all that did was harden her glare further.

She would need to make sure her slacker of a weapon would keep up with his foreign exchange studies and not fall behind. And if it meant unleashing a couple Maka chops on him then so be it, what better way to have motivation to learn and study then from the fear of being pummeled?

Thus, after giving Soul her silent warning not to slack off in the future, Maka redirected her attention back to Rumi. "So, Rumi how long will it take for us to be enrolled in a middle school?" Maka asked hoping they can begin school as soon as possible.

"Eh most likely a few weeks at most, which in all honesty is pretty short considering Eizo is forging freakin identities for you." Rumi answered Maka as she took a few spoonfuls of curry before speaking again. "But even after you get your I.D.s you guys will have to lay low for a bit and not go out often, considering all the action you caused in a single day."

Maka lightly frowned. "O-Okay then, I… I understand." Maka tried not to appear too disappointed but her facial muscles were having difficulty holding her disgruntlement.

She knew that the incident they caused two days ago had attracted a lot of attention to themselves. But it still annoyed the scythe warrior to no end that they would most likely be stuck in this place till further notice.

Rumi noticed the young girl's subtle displeasure at the news and soon felt pity for the poor kid. "Look kid if you're worried about being bored outta your mind, then don't, cause trust me I have plenty of things here to help you pass the time until it's safe to be more open." Rumi assured the scythe meister as her eyebrows peaked up in keen intrigue.

"Really? Like what?" Maka asked curiously, her green eyes filling with anticipation at the prospect of doing something productive.

"Don't worry, I'll promise to give you three a nice tour of the place tomorrow when I have the time, alright?" Rumi smiled warmly.

Maka's lips curved upwards into a smile. "I'll hold you to that."

Rumi chuckled in amusement at the girl's tenacity for being active, something Rumi admired in the fiery-spirited teenager. The girl already earning shitloads of her respect for having the drive for some action.

For god's sake, it hasn't even been a full day as their guardian and already she was starting to like these kids.

Maka however, as she was filled with the promise of a tour of their home, decided she needed to finally ask an important question she'd been waiting to be answered since the train.

"Hey, Rumi there's something I need to ask you," Rumi's expression soon turned curious as did Crona and souls. "Back when you were talking about heroes, you mentioned that a person would need licenses to use their powers to help others?" Maka received a confirming nod from Rumi before continuing. "So…how do you go about getting those hero licenses then Rumi?" Maka asked with curiosity and faint determination seeping into both her voice and facial muscles.

Soul and Crona immediately their gazes morphed with surprise at the scythe meister, both boys having known Maka long enough, to see where she may be going with this.

Rumi once again blinked in surprise at the question, before almost immediately afterwards, a small yet excited smile made its way onto her lips. "Well kid, it's still not an easy process, but there is one way to receive hero licenses."

"And that's by enrolling in one of those hero schools we've heard about, right?" Maka conjectured from what she's put together from these past two days, as Rumi's smile evolved into a full-on toothy grin.

"Exactly! Once you graduate middle school, you can head there instead of a regular high school, to train and learn to become a pro hero. And it just so happens the prefecture has some of the best hero schools in Japan; hell perhaps in the whole world." Rumi embroidered with growing excitement in her voice, hoping this conversation will go where she wants it to. "The most famous and popular hero school out of all them being none other than U.A high school."

The trio, particularly Maka, absorbed everything Rumi had been explaining to them. Having finished their dinners, the kids listened closely to what the casually dressed number seven hero can provide.

"U.A. high school?" Crona repeated in light bemusement. "I-is it really that good?"

"Well besides Shiketsu academy it easily boasts the best hero education in all of East Asia, kid." Rumi answered the curious pink-haired boy. "I'll admit, never graduated there myself, but every hero I've ever seen who came from there always goes to high places." Rumi then raised her right arm and pointed her index finger towards the three teens sitting around her. "And I think if you go there too, considering the power you all possess. Along with the dedication you have in saving lives, and taking down villains like those robbers, you're gonna be heading to even higher places if you enroll there."

The trio simultaneously widened their eyes and their mouths partially gaping in astonishment by Rumi's declaration. The teens now seeing through Rumi's words and finally discovered her hidden desires behind this conversation. In fact, it wasn't even just that, they may have just learned the main, or at least one of, the major reasons why she became their guardian.

She wanted them to enroll into a hero school and become pro heroes like her.

Maka honestly felt a little silly for not realizing some of her intentions sooner. As Rumi had previously complimented her combative skills and desire to have her be in the heroine's "agency" after their harsh scuffle. And Rumi must've still seen the potential for the heroic job despite all the trouble they caused. Thus, she decided to adopt them in the hopes of making them excellent candidates to be pro heroes.

And to be honest she was very flattered by Rumi's strong belief that she and her friends would do well in such an altruistic job. It wasn't really anything new to the meister, different in many areas, yes, but overall, still generally involved protecting the innocent and stopping disasters that struck. Which was nearly the same as what meisters and their weapons were intended to do in the first place.

Maka's face became scrunched in contemplation and her brow furrowed from the many conflicted feelings layered in her Soul's wavelength. The scythe meister feeling very unsure if she wanted to immediately take up such alien academics so soon.

On one hand, a part of herself wanted to jump at the chance to enroll in this "U.A." and earn the right to use her abilities to help save lives. Wanting nothing more than to take up a similar role she had back in her world and be someone who can save lives just like she and soul did in shibusen.

But the other half of her on the other hand felt… reluctant to say yes to Rumi's proposition. Not only was her heart was still emotionally wounded from learning they were kidnapped and stranded in another dimension. But Maka knew very well that she and her dear friends, were only planning to temporarily stay here until a way back home presented herself.

They couldn't afford to make obligations that would root them here in this other world; They already had their responsibilities to return home and help their friends save the world from the kishin.

But at the same time…it felt so wrong to reject the chance at being somebody that can bring hope to others in need of saving and defeat those who would prey on the innocent. That was her duty as a meister of shibusen, and what she had always strived to accomplish ever since her first day as an EAT student.

So, to reject the chance at continuing her duties as a warrior of lord death, would be like betraying everything she stood for.

And she knows that they may be stuck here for the foreseeable future so...should she and her friends enroll in a hero school? Should they really train to become heroes?

"Well then? Do you guys think you're up for that kind of gig?" Rumi asked in anticipation, yet her excited smile began to falter. Immediately noticing the storm of conflict written on Maka's face; with Crona and soul yielding similar reluctance in their features.

"Look Rumi…enrolling in a hero school does sound really nice. Especially since it sounds so similar to our school back home but…after everything we've been through…" Maka paused and released a short, tired sigh before continuing. "I… I think we need some time to think it over and see what we want to do."

Soul shook his head. "I'm sorry but I agree with Maka on this. It's not that we don't like the idea of being heroes and all, but we just need a breather before we decide anything." Soul said to Rumi in a conflicted tone of voice. The scythe internally feeling stabs of guilt once he saw the faint disappointment creeping up on Rumi's once excited face.

Clearly, The rabbit heroine was hoping they'd say yes and a good chunk of Soul felt like saying yes to enrolling in this U.A high school. It honestly sounded pretty freakin cool from how Rumi spoke about it, like a superhero version shibusen so to speak. But even with how cool it sounded…Soul knew they shouldn't just instantly dive into something like that. Not without emotionally recovering from the traumatic truth of their dimensional displacement. But perhaps after enough time passed, maybe then they could see if U.A was the best option to go for.

Crona somberly nodded in agreement with his two friends. The swordsman was feeling that he couldn't handle making such a decision yet. He already knew that with all the horrible crimes he's committed, a sinful man like himself wasn't fit for such a righteous career like that.

Rumi's expression faltered into one of sad pity mixed in with light fragments of disappoint at their unified answer. But to be honest she should've seen this coming. The rabbit heroine mentally slapping her forehead, for not realizing that they just went through a traumatic kidnapping experience to Japan.

Of course, they wouldn't agree to be fucking heroes after all that shit happened to them!

'Goddammit what the hell was I thinking?' Rumi mentally scolded herself for being so caught up in her idea, to mold these kids into prodigy heroes that she forgot such important background information.

Rumi turned her head to face the trio with a sympathetic expression. "It's okay, I completely understand your decision. To be honest I feel like a jackass for not considering you'd want time to recover after all the shit you went through."

"It's alright Rumi, you're just proposing the best thing you can think of for us; there's nothing wrong with that." Maka's features soon became mixed in with pondering. "And maybe we will decide to enroll in U.A eventually; But only after we get some time to adjust to this place."

Rumi instantly nodded. "Of course, Maka, you guys can take all the time you need; I won't rush you for a second." Rumi told the teens in a surprisingly mature yet gentle tone. Even though she was known as the battle-hungry rabbit hero of Japan; she had enough of a heart to know when to be tough as nails and when not to be.

Rumi glanced her red eyes at clock placed on the nearby wall. "Shit it's 10:39 already? Well, I guess we got to start hitting the hay soon, now c'mon I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."

"Alright then, lead the way." Maka said as she, Soul, and Crona stood up and followed her out of both the dining and living rooms; and towards a staircase located on the left side of the living room. The four went up the stairs and towards a hallway lined with at least four different rooms.

"Damn, just how many rooms does this place have?" Soul asked, feeling surprised by the rows of doors presented within the hallway. He'd begun to feel like he was in some five-star hotel rather than an actual house.

"Pretty crazy, I know." Rumi chuckled to herself. "Half these are just the spare guest rooms. The other one is the bathroom, while the last one is my home office when I'm not at my agency." Rumi explained each room on this floor in simplified detail. "But don't go into that office without my permission, I've got a lot of important crap in there involving my hero work."

"Understood." Maka along with Soul and Crona nodding at Rumi's request.

"Good." Rumi walked past the trio and to the first three doors on the right and opened them. "And these will be your bedrooms."

The trio looked to find that all three doors each held spacious bedrooms with a nice ceiling lamp/fan and a window view of the city with some curtains. Alongside it was a king-sized bed, a nightstand placed nearby, and a large clothes cabinet or closet containing clothing racks and a mirror placed on the other side of the door.

"Well do you brats like em?" Rumi asked with a smile as the teens took a few steps inside their respective rooms.

"Are you kidding?" Soul flipped on the light switch. "This is freakin sweet!" The scythe already loving his new bedroom here, the room easily going beyond his cool expectations. Hell, it looked almost bigger than his room back home!

Maka rolled her eyes at Soul's childish excitement towards their new rooms, but she still held a small smile for the scythe. Happy to at least see that her weapon was enjoying something out of this whole experience.

The same can even be said for Crona too. As Maka peeked into his new room, to see the pink haired warrior possessed a small smile on his lips as he explored his new quarters.

Maka herself also felt, while not as excited as Soul, very happy to have such a wonderfully accommodating room for herself and her friends. But in the end, she was simply grateful to even HAVE a room in general.

"Alright then, while I'm happy to see you kids like your bedrooms, you'll have plenty of time to look at them later. Right now, you guys should start going to bed soon." Rumi reminded the teens. "There's some clean spare clothes in the cabinets or closets. But if they don't fit, don't worry, we'll solve that problem later this week." Rumi told the teens as she began walking to the staircase.

Rumi Looked over her shoulder to meet the trio's gazes "But tomorrow we're gonna need to plan out where you three will be eventually going for your foreign exchange classes." Rumi announced in a surprisingly mature tone before a pondering expression was worn on her face. "And I think I know a place that may suit you guys nicely…"

Maka tilted her head while her features became mixed with light confusion and curiosity; the scythe meister wondered about just what kind of middle school Rumi believes will be suitable for them?

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ALDERA JUNIOR HIGH

It was an average day for every student in Aldera Junior High, with class going about as perfectly normal as one would expect it to be. Even the short, spiky, ash-blond haired boy with a pair of sharp angry red eyes, otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugo wasn't even causing any explosive trouble; Both figuratively and very, very literally. Instead, he was merely sitting grouchily at his assigned seat, glaring at the wooden desk surface as if it had done something to piss him off.

But besides that, today was looking up to be a remarkably average yet bright day for these young children in their class.

At least… for all but one student.

Sitting in one of the desks placed near the back of the classroom, was a short round-faced young boy with short yet fluffy dark-green hair which stuck up at odd angles around his head, casting noticeably dark shadows onto itself. His round circular eyes were the same shade of green as his hair while having a set of four symmetrical freckles in diamond formation on his cheeks.

This was Izuku Midoriya, and he was a very, very tired young man right now. With very little, besides sleeping or course, being able to change that. He could have his childhood friend turned bully Kachan (who had been lately less violent for some reason) blast him out of his desk with his quirk, but it still wouldn't fully shake him out of his exhaustion.

The reason for why he was so tired in the first place?

Well, it's because he's been waking up at the crack of dawn and training nonstop for two whole weeks now. His young yet surprisingly thin body now achingly sore, from the stress and constant heavy lifting it's been forced to endure. All in the hopes that his body will have physically developed in enough muscle strength to be worthy of the incredible offer being bestowed upon him in nearly ten months.

One offer he never thought could ever be possible in trillions of years, but it looks like logic and reality decided to take a break two weeks ago. As he, a quirk-less nobody, was now being prepared to inherit the quirk of none other than the symbol of peace himself, All Might!

Yes, Izuku knew that was the most ridiculously impossible thing that was ever heard of in the history of man. But it was in fact true! He had not only met his idol All Might and learned of his unfortunate crippling condition. But on the very same day, after risking his own life to save his bully Kacchan from a slime villain, All Might had told him that…that he could be a hero.

Izuku honestly couldn't even remember the last time he cried so much in a single day. But who wouldn't break into tears after years of people never believed in you, only for the person you looked up to the most say the words you've always wanted to hear?

And as if enough miracles hadn't already happened, all might had decided to make him his successor and inherit his quirk: One for All.

Now he'd been waking up at the crack of dawn every single day to train at Takoba beach by removing the mountains of garbage littered on the once beautiful beach. Once his training was completed; he could finally inherit one for all, and enroll in U.A to achieve his dream of being a hero!

But before all that, he first needed to finish middle school. And that can only be done by regathering his energy and getting himself ready for today's lesson. Thus, with enough effort Izuku managed to snapped his dark green eyes fully open and pay attention to the teacher who was just about to start class.

"Alright everyone settle down, it's time to start class!" The teacher announced before raising his index finger up. "But first things first, I have a very important announcement to make." The teacher revealed to his students, causing everyone to stop whatever they were doing and direct their full attention to the adult.

"Thank you, now then starting today there's gonna be a change in our classroom arrangement." The teacher calmly explained. "And by that, I mean, we'll be having three new students joining our class!" The teacher announced to his students, who was needless to say quite surprised by the sudden news.

'New students? This late into the school year?' Izuku thought in surprise, now having fully shaken off his previous exhaustion as he listened further to this astonishing news.

Bakugo meanwhile widened briefly widened his eyes in bafflement, before narrowing them down to a sharp annoyed glare. 'What is this bullshit?'

"Now, now, class I understand your confusion but let me explain." The teacher asked and thankfully the students heeded his words. "Yes, it is quite bizarre for there to be new students at this point in the year, but these children, in particular, are a special case. You see these new students aren't from any part of Japan; they're actually foreign exchange students." The teacher revealed as soon enough the effect of such news was almost instantaneous.

A couple of quiet gasps were then made while the rest of the students began muttering amongst themselves.

"Wait a minute, foreign exchange students are gonna be in our class?"

"What the heck are people like those doing here?"

"I didn't even think our school did foreign exchange programs."

"Where do they even come from?"

Izuku however was not like the others gossiping about the shocking reveal, but instead sat in stunned silence. Having at this point dropped his pencil and merely stared at the teacher in astonishment.

Foreign exchange students were going to be attending their school? And they were joining their class no less?

While the news wasn't anything world-shattering, and could never compare to what he's seen and heard these few weeks; it still left the moss-haired boy more than astonished.

Seriously, how could so many surprises happen in a single month?

"HA! Are you freakin serious teach?" The class loudmouth Bakugo exclaimed, with a mocking grin on his face, as he pointed to his fellow classmates. "Do all these rejects suck that badly, that we need drag in a bunch of foreigner losers to redeem this crappy class?" Bakugo arrogantly scoffed as casually insulted his lessers as per usual.

"Oi the hell you just say!?"

"Go screw yourself Bakugo!"

"Good to know he's still an asshole."

Bakugo paid no attention to the weaklings bitching about him. If they could only whine their asses off, instead of disproving his words, then he already proved his point. These dumbasses knew full well that, HE was the only one with the most potential to be a hero. And once he got into U.A he was gonna prove his spot as the new number one hero of Japan!

He already drilled that through Deku's quirk-less skull, who still had his delusions of heading into U.A like him.

And the same will apply for these three foreign rejects being shipped here.

"Well, mister Bakugo how about before you go ahead and insult your new classmates, why don't you allow them to introduce themselves?" The teacher suggested with a very annoyed tone in his voice as he crossed his arms.

The blonde teen made a scoffing sound before sitting back down to his desk, allowing the teacher to continue with this pathetic charade.

The teacher released a short sigh. "Now as I was saying, these three are indeed foreigners, ones who came all the way from America. They already finished the first two years of their middle school education, but due to personal reasons, transferred to Japan." The teacher elaborated more about the new foreign additions to the class. "And since our school provides both foreign exchange classes; and teaches English to its Japanese students like you guys, their guardian has decided our school was best to finish their education."

The teacher then uncrossed his arms and put on a cheery smile as he walked towards the classroom door. "Now then kids, they're not very fluent with Japanese, so please speak your best English until they've learned enough." The teacher then turned the knob and began opening the door. "But more importantly make sure to give them a nice warm welcome."

The teacher opened the door wide open, as three new faces walked into the room.

The first one that entered was a young boy with spiky white albino hair and red eyes similar to a certain explosion boy. But the most unique part about him was the pointy shark-like teeth he had in place of normal square teeth, shown through a sharp smile he made as he walked in.

The second one to enter was almost the polar opposite of the first student. As a tall yet thin boy with short, unsymmetrically cut pink hair with bangs slowly walked into the classroom room. The boy's lavender puppy eyes nervously glanced at the group of students that gave lightly bemused stares at him.

While a certain explosion boy was resisting the urge to guffaw at the meek little twig coming into class. Already these foreigners looked to be no better than the scraps in this class.

The last student to enter was a petite young girl with medium-length wheat blonde hair kept in pigtails and a pair of forest green eyes. But what all students, and Izuku in particular noticed, was how her right foot was wrapped in a slim black caste that surprisingly fit underneath her unique buckled boots.

Izuku raised an eyebrow at the casted foot, wondering what happened to cause such an injury, that a young girl like her to need that.

The teacher closed the door and walked back to his seat as he raised his index finger up. Yet this time it began to lengthen until it was like a thin snake-like appendage that pointed towards the three new students.

"Now kids, why don't you introduce yourselves to the class then?" The teacher cheerfully asked in English, as the sharp-toothed boy decided to start his introduction first.

"Yo, the name's Soul Evans, nice to meet you all. To be honest I don't have much to say except that if we can keep it nice and cool, we'll all get along just fine." Soul said in a relaxed tone with his shark-tooth grin, causing more than a few of the girls in the class to blush at the exotically cool boy and his laid-back attitude.

Soul walked back where he was as the pink-haired boy was next to introduce himself. Yet as he began to speak, he kept tapping his index fingers together and darting his timid ebon eyes around the class.

"H-hi, m-my name I-is C-Crona Go-gorgon, I-it's nice to meet y-you all a-a-and I hope-" yet before he could stammer out anything else, a black plushie like creature with an "X" on its face emerged from his back and took the reins on the introduction.

"For fuck's sake! Can you speak already, or are you just gonna keep stuttering like a retarded dumbass!?" The impish creature insulted the boy as it shook its ball-shaped fists in annoyance.

"R-Ragnarök stop it! I'm-" But sadly, Crona was interrupted as the imp leaned on the boy's pink head and then faced the very startled classroom.

"Listen up dweebs! I don't give a fuck who you losers are, this brat is my BITCH! So, if any of you fuckers try anything, you better believe I'm gonna whoop your sorry asses!" Crona having heard enough of the rant launched a steely punch towards the rude weapon. But it missed as the irritating blob submerged back into his body before Crona could reach him.

Thus, leaving a very confused and slightly insulted class staring at the humiliated teen. Bakugo twitched his right eye in boiling anger by that wise-ass puppet, feeling more than tempted to blow both him and that twig of a loser into nothing but ash.

A red faced Crona turned back to face the class, mumbling apologies and quickly walked back where he stood before. Crona's two companions glanced at him in sympathy before the girl walked forward; and curved her lips upwards into a happy smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Maka Albarn! It's very nice to meet you all, and I really hope we can all get along well." Maka then gave a short greeting bow before standing up straight once again and walked back to where she stood.

The class smiled back at the pig tailed girl and her cheery demeanor, already taking a liking the third new student. Izuku etched a small smile on his lips from the American girl's friendly aura, but soon his cheeks blushed a deep pink when he saw the girl glance at him.

It was amazing how despite all that was going on in his life, he still didn't know how to handle talking to a girl. But every challenge can't be taken at once so maybe eventually he can conquer this social flaw.

"Alrighty then, now that introductions are out of the way you guys can take your seats." The teacher said in English, as scanned the room for any available seats. "Soul and Crona, you two can sit in the two chairs on the left in the third row. While as for you Maka, you can sit in that seat over there." The teacher told the trio as Izuku felt his stomach drop like a dead heavy weight when he saw his teacher was pointing to the row he was sitting in.

'W-what? D-does that mean…' Izuku began to panic, fearing the socially worst outcome would happen. But the freckled boy held hope that maybe, just maybe he would be given this one act of mercy-

"Oh, hi there! Looks like we'll be sitting next to each other." Maka kindly greeted the moss-haired boy as she put her books on her desk and sat down.

That's right…how could he forget? the seat next to him was empty.

Izuku at that moment felt his heart was going to jump out of his chest and explode into pieces. Along with his brain currently going on the fritz as he could feel neurons bursting into sparks. Both vital organs were unable to comprehend or find a proper solution to this awkward dilemma.

He had never interacted with women besides his mother, all the girls never wanted to be around him due to his quirk-less nature. So, seeing a girl (a very cute one at that) sitting and talking right next to him was like being in a life-or-death situation for the poor boy.

Maka's tilted her head lightly in confusion. "Is something wrong? You're looking pretty pale." Maka asked in light concern, also noticing the small jittering made throughout his body.

Izuku turned his neck to face the confused girl doing his damnedest not to blush cherry red, as their green eyes made contact with one another.

"O-oh hi there…it's v-very n-nice to meet you." Izuku said nervously yet in surprisingly good English, having gained it like his other excellent grades in his English class.

Maka's confusion disappeared and her friendly attitude returned once more. "Nice to meet you too! Sorry if I startled you, I just wanted to make a good impression since we'll probably be seeing each other a lot here." Maka apologized for her abrupt greeting.

"N-no it's okay I understand c-completely." Izuku waved off the girl with a nervous smile plastered on his face. "To be h-honest, I'm surprised you'd care about something like that."

Maka raised an eyebrow. "Well, why wouldn't I? That seems pretty normal if you ask me."

"Y-yeah guess it does seem normal." Izuku stuttered.

A short silence ensued between the two teens as the teacher began his lecture, one that lasted a few minutes before Maka spoke once more.

"You don't talk to girls often, do you?" Maka chuckled as Izuku momentarily flinched at the brutally correct question.

"W-what? I-I don't k-know what your-I-I mean…" Izuku blushed bright red.

Maka briefly raised a hand up. "Hey, hey it's fine, there's no need to get yourself worked up." Maka gently assured the nervous boy. "To be honest I'm more than a little nervous myself when I sat here."

Izuku blinked. "Really?"

"Of course, I am, it's kinda nerve wracking to go to a school in a country, one you haven't been in for even a month." Maka told the surprised future one for all successor, who felt himself calm down ever so slightly by her relatable words. "Even more so, when you're deciding to start talking to somebody on the first day no less."

"O-oh I see…" Izuku nodded.

Maka then smiled as she saw the freckled boy calming himself down. The Albarn daughter began to feel she made the right choice sitting here.

"Say, what's your name?" Maka kindly asked Izuku who nervously gazed into her emerald eyes.

"I-Izuku, my name is I-Izuku Midoriya." The boy replied.

"Oh! well in that case, I'm very happy to meet you Izuku." Maka greeted as she extended a hand for Izuku to shake.

Izuku felt his nervousness around girls trying to drown him in overwhelming social anxiety, yet despite his nervous nature nearly overcoming him, Izuku gained enough mental strength to push past it and extend his hand.

Izuku took Maka's offered hand, albeit shakily, and gave a short yet friendly handshake. And suddenly while he couldn't properly explain it, he felt his heart become surged with enough courage to ask something of the American girl.

"Y-yeah and I…I hope we can be friends, Maka." Izuku said in a mostly stutter-less manner, yet internally he was screaming about why he would something like that so soon. His mind was filling with worries and fears; of this seemingly nice girl getting weirded out, and wanting nothing more to do with him.

But that didn't happen.

Maka instead smiled brightly. "Same here, I really hope we do!" Maka happily said back, almost sounding like she was hoping he would say that, much to his astonishment.

Wait so…she actually wanted to be friends with him?

Izuku never expected this to happen, he…he honestly couldn't even remember the last time somebody was hoping to be his friend.

At least not since when he was but a five-year-old boy, who had friends and dreams of being a hero. Only for both to be shattered at that same tender age, and force him for years to cling on to his near-dead dream of heroism. All while everyone either never believed in him or simply saw him as a quirk-less outcast.

But not Maka, instead of after a brief yet semi-pleasant conversation she was jumping at the chance to be his friend. Izuku wanted to say this was impossible but considering all the other equally impossible scenarios that have occurred recently he couldn't say it.

For the first time in years, Izuku made a friend.

And as he saw Maka's smile he also noticed Crona and Soul, if he can remember their names correctly, glance at them with happy expressions at their exchange. All while Kacchan stared in silent incredulity at the scene before grunting and turning his attention back to their teacher.

As did Maka, but all the while she kept her bright smile as she took notes, Izuku followed suit and began to focus on the teacher's lesson. yet even so, the whole time Izuku couldn't shake off the feeling that something very important had just occurred at this moment; and whatever exactly it was, would involve the pig tailed girl he'd just made friends with.

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AUTHORS NOTE

FINALLY!!! AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I FINALLY FINISHED THE CHAPTER!!! Guys seriously I am so sorry for not updating for nearly three months, but this chapter was hard at times to make. That being due to the numerous writers blocks I unfortunately had when making certain parts of the chapter. But I promise I will try to update at a more understandable rate than this.

Seriously though this chapter's quality was all thanks to my good friend Dmandog056 who revised this chapter. So please thank him by giving the story he worked to help bring out love and attention along with checking out his own content!

Otherwise I'm glad I finally managed to get this fifth chapter up, and I must say I am impressed by the positive reaction given since then!

Not only do I now have 85 favorites, 104 follows but also 80 reviews compared to the near sixty reviews I saw last time, so I'm happy this story is starting to become more popular now.

Also yes after hearing some reviews of while liking the content but not the over amount of writing, have decided to do a 20-30 limit on my chapters for now on. But I'll only be increasing the word count in certain chapters if it involves major events or fight scenes.

But i think you've already noticed that I have taken down the ships that were on the summary of this story and before you get mad, let me explain. Look I have to be honest when I first started this story back in 2020 I kinda rushed the ships and just guessed two people I thought would be best paired due to being similar. Not only that but i didn't even consider that maybe, it be best to just develop these characters relationships before stamping a pairing together.

Well now that I have evolved and grown as a writer I can safely say that if I'm gonna do romance, I gotta treat it like a plant. Giving time and necessary development, then at a certain point I'll eventually decide where I want to take these relationships.

So just to clarify I'm not taking down the ships forever, I'm just redoing the process. Allowing the characters to interact and as I write decide which ones should be together, who knows? Perhaps we'll see one of them return or maybe something different? Only time will tell once I write enough into the story to judge the best course of action for romantic relationships. But won't be a central focus in the overarching story, plot and character development take importance above all else.

But onto more lighter topics, it would appear that some pretty big things have happened in this chapter as the story has begun to move forward.

One of the biggest things to happen was how mirko has stepped up to become maka, crona and souls guardian! Yep this was something I had always planned to do for such a looooong time. As I thought it be very unique and different for Rumi to be involved in the story as a parental figure for the trio. And not as some romantic love interest for a a character or a minor part of a fanfic. Plus it helped the trio avoid falling into the sneaky plots of the HPSC but it won't be long before they continue their observations on our protagonists.

And not only that but after some semi-illegal help by ezio, the kids have already in enrolled into none other than the junior high school. The same one izuku and bakugo are enrolled in, and once we head to the next chapter see how these two are gonna interact with the soul eater trio.

But now onto the review responses!

YELLOWPIKMIN88: glad you liked it!

And…yeah, I was kinda inspired by friendly foreign dimensional exchange student, but I made sure to make that part as different and original as possible and not outright copy that amazing authors work.

Glad you like my first OC dude! It just felt so right to give the man who made one of my favorite anime/manga's a place in this soul eater crossover. Also yeah…no, I'm not ripping of another authors work like that either, but I assure you I already got plans for aizawa and the trio eventually as the story progresses.

And your right, those three children are going to need to stick together if they want to adapt and live in this new world for the time being.

Also…sorry to break it to you but the HPSC is not helping for wholly altruistic motivations. They're trying to basically trying to recruit them and train them into becoming loyal agents that will assigned to keep their version of "order" in hero society no matter what. And if you've read the MHA manga you'll know these guys aren't exactly what they seem.

So don't think the HPSC is doing this out of the bottom of their hearts, their doing it out of the profit of creating hero agents to serve on their behalf.

Also yes U.A is only a few chapters away and I cannot wait! Also nice ideas man!

GUEST/SPARTA352:look I won't lie, yes it's not very original and has been done no doubt loads of times before; but I honestly thought it was the best way at the time. But I'll promise to do my best in being more original and use less of these tropes in FanFiction again.

GUEST/HATCH TO NOWHERE: yeah I know dude, it was just a joke. And thanks for the positive feedback, I'm glad you liked it!

ZHARSHOUL: yeah trust me nobody likes dragging on a story like that, so i totally agree with you there. And thanks for liking the memory quirk of Atushi. Though while I do think it's a wee bit unoriginal, like you said there's bound to be a memory viewing quirk in this world, and I'm happy you thought it was a nice addition to the story.

GUEST/DuHastMich: your right, and I'm glad you gave me this criticism as I do admit chapters 2 and 4 are indeed a bit too long. But rest assured I plan on regulating myself and not write too much again.

GUEST/Bananaboatcaptai: glad you understand why I used the memory quirk, as while having been used before, can be very easy to prove their origins. And trust me they are gonna need time to adjust.

GUEST/CHINJILLO: don't worry I am fully aware that those three are very powerful and can become OP if not handled correctly(especially since I'm using the manga versions of them) but rest assured I'll make it fair as possible.

GUEST: I totally agree with you about there being too many maka X soul stories. But as i stated above, I'm not getting rid of the ships merely redoing them and see what pairings are best after I've developed them enough.

But don't worry there's not gonna be any maka X soul on this story, there's been far too many stories with that ship already.

GUEST: thank you for your brutally honest criticism, and looking back at my writing your are correct. I did tend to repeat a lot of what I said just write it in different forms, and over explain things such as the characters thought processes. But don't worry thanks to your review I'll be careful not to repeat this flaw in the future.

GUEST: I will!

DMANDOG056: thanks man for your positive feedback and glad you think so highly of my story. And thank you even more for the help you've given me ever since then as well my friend and I promise to deliver more satisfying content in the future.

GUEST: indeed, it has finally come!

GUEST:Glad you like to man, and like I said I promise not to make the trio too overpowered but will still be very stronger than most of class-1A given their from the manga verse of soul eater.

GUEST:thanks man, I'm happy you like it!

And I'll possibly consider your suggestion, but again I want to develop the characters before placing pairings.

GUEST:got it, I'll take your advice wholeheartedly.

GUEST:don't worry it's here now.

GUEST: like i said above, it's finally here.

GUEST: And that's what I've been aiming for! Making a good soul eater story for soul eater fans!

GUEST:can't say much due to spoilers but don't worry about the latter question. I have something in mind.

GUEST:exactly, the HPSC while aren't absolutely evil, aren't really good guys either. The best way I can summarize them is that they're MHA version of that organization and Amanda Waller from DC comics. They're a neutral yet slightly antagonistic force and aren't afraid to do some dirty things to keep their version of order up and running.

GUEST:again like I've been saying, I won't make them too OP, don't worry.

GUEST: it's something revealed in the recent chapters of MHA's manga, and allows us to further see that my hero academia takes place in another different universe.

GUEST:thanks for your feedback! But as for the glowing mark seen in chapter two? Well don't worry I'll explain that eventually.

GUEST:we'll that's something I plan to address in later chapters, but let's say what I plan to reveal is…interesting, and if you've read the soul eater manga you'll understand what I mean.

GUEST:I agree, though I am planning to redo the ships and build them up before slapping pairings left and right.

GUEST:Thanks dude! Though as for your question…let's just say they'll be there for a while.

GUEST:can't say anything cause of spoilers, but I plan to make the reveal worth the wait.

GUEST: sorry for the delay, but don't worry here's the newest chapter!

MONSUNO GAMER: yeah…sorry but no, not happening.

GUEST:yes and no, while soul and maka have mastered the black blood pretty damn well. Soul couldn't control those keyboards because the only time he ever used them when he was infected with madness from crona's mad blood in Ukraine. And since he only ever used that ability once, it was needless to say very hard for him to fully control.

But this won't be the last we see of those keyboards again, don't worry.

GUEST: don't worry I plan to continue this story for the long haul.

GUEST: I'm happy you think that way man! Hopefully I'll live up to your expectations and make this a damn good soul eater fanfic!

wow…a lot of guest reviews last chapter huh? While I don't mind the guest reviews, I ask that you review using your profile if you can and not under guest reviews. As it tends to get confusing if it's multiple people or the same guy.

Anyway thank you all for the positive feedback and responses I've gotten for this story! I honestly never thought this would become THIS popular and I hope it only continues to grow and become more loved as time goes on!

But Of course Reviews are GREATLY appreciated, INCLUDING criticism. Especially criticism, as those help me improve my stories. If you truly think my story is good, then a compliment is very helpful as well But I will not tolerate straight-out insults. If there's something you dislike about this story, please tell me so in a polite manner, and I'll do my best to fix it. If you are unwilling to do so, ever so kindly leave this story.

Next time: maka and the trio begin to adjust and adapt to their new lives here in this hero filled world. As they make new friends yet also the opposite, all while their rabbit eater guardian decides to see what they got! But eventually will have to make an important decision for their future…

I'll see you all in chapter six!

Shados969 out!