Sooo, I got bored and reworked this faster than I anticipated. So enjoy I guess?
NOW! I am still allowing PMing as long as it is RESPECTFUL! If you guys do anything like what those assholes did to me in the previous story, immediate block. No warning, nothing. Immediate block is what you get when you decide to be an asshole. Ahem, don't be afraid of lengthy comments, I tend to enjoy those the most and I do hope you all enjoy this story.
"HOW DID YOU LOSE HIM!?"
"We didn't lose him per say," Kiara flinched, her master's anger was not something the servants often experienced. But it was not something they sought either, not anymore at least. He could...be sadistic when they mood struck him, a leftover of so much taint in his soul. "He's activated defense mechanisms that BB has no access to-"
"THAT AGGRAVATING FUCKER!"
"Let him rage," the deep voice of Hans made Kiara look down to the ale drinking child who was mulling over his newest work. "He needs to get all of it out before his trip to I-Island."
"I...I know...but...he looked ready to destroy the mana crystal factory," she whispered, watching as her master began to rage on the egging of Castor who was offering to bring in a prisoner for him to beat up.
"He won't," Hans assured her, taking a swig of his ale before grunting. "But he will be irritable when he finds out that David Shield is the one working on SYSTEM-MNEMOSYNE though."
"I dread to think what will happen when they have two butt heads...no doubt he will use our lack of patents to demand the full blueprints," Kama sighed, leaning against a coffin. "Their so stupid...we have no interest in helping them; we just want to leave."
"I don't get why you're pushing for those damned things. They ain't doing shit for us, just allows people to make knock offs like Qin Shi did in his lostbelt," Hans cracked his neck before groaning in annoyance as he ripped another page out. "And don't lean on that," he barked to the God of Love who sneered at his tone before moving. "Its delicate enough."
"Sensei! Are you making the Little Mermaid 2? Like you promised," Kiara was suddenly all sparkls as she picked up the paper before frowning. "Ah...never mind," she murmured, moving to hug the paper close. "I see."
"What am I missing," Kama demanded, getting up from her spot to try and take the paper.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with the demon king," Hans brushed off. "Merley going through the numbers of Mana Crystals produced with our new influx."
"I see," she hummed, but her eyes were sharp. "Well, it was hard to get the amount we needed due to all the incidents that occurred."
"It seems that allowing all those rumors to spread is making our life more difficult here," Kiara giggled before turning sharp. "I'll be in the command room going over the new creation of mana crystals."
"Right...so were moving onto-"
"Yes...unfortunately," Kiara grumbled, moving to leave. "We have to get the reservation ready because after this...we will have to wait for a new shipment of materials."
"Great," Kama hissed as Hans sighed.
"We need the bad press off our back," he ground out, headache forming before he sighed. "But that doesn't matter...we need all the mana crystal we can get."
"I agree."
"Get everything ready," Hans brushed off as he moved to leave. "So that things are ready for when master comes back to survey the mana crystalization."
"On it."
THE NEXT DAY, UA
"Hello Aizawa," Ritsuka smiled as he entered the teachers lounge full of smiles. "I see that you are in a chipper mood if your eating real food," he commented, looking at the plate of breakfast in his hands instead of jelly. "Or it's Recovery Girl forcing real food into you."
"No, just in the mood," he grunted, picking at his eggs.
"I see, I see," Ritsuka nodded, placing his bag down before reaching for an iPad that...wasn't the one in the desk drawer. "Did you have fun going through my stuff," he asked, taking out the iPad he went through a few days prior.
"..." He was silent, sitting up as he held his hand to stop Nemuri and Hizashi.
"I will admit, I left this as a gesture of good faith, hoping that you didn't fine me as someone worth looking after, much less spreading this to the press," he hummed, his face downtrodden but the light in his eyes showed he knew this would have happened. "A pity that I'm not trustworthy, so much so you'd lie to me to my face at the USJ but...after all I am only quirkless," he grinned just as Shouta slammed his coffee mug down.
"That's not an excuse for torturing people under your care," he ground out, eyes narrowing at Ritsuka's delightful grin as he took out a file, tossing it to him. "What is this?"
"A contract that all heroes sign," he hummed. "You'll find that they agreed to any and all punishments that I dool out. And after what Ashiya said, well they are used to this type of thing."
"This is torture-"
"Do you know what real torture is Aizawa," Ritsuka demanded eyes glowing. "Do you know what it's like to have mind and body torn apart separately, being forced to watched as both wither away while being aware that the other is perfectly fine?"
"That-"
"I hurt the body. But never beyond it's limits, beyond it's capability to be healed and be of full use. Same goes for the mind when I decide that mental punishment is needed," he explained, eyes blank as he drew closer. "Make no mistake I am cruel, I am unethical...I am a bit too extreme...but it doesn't mean I don't care. It' just means that those I have under me are simply more so than me," he smiled.
"That makes no sense," the teacher had the guts to say as the rest shook their heads to get him to shut up.
"Of course it doesn't. But I don't have to listen to you, when the UN has already seen the pure destructionn that my people can cause without punishment," Ritsuka smiled, sauntering up fully to Aizawa who growled in response.
"What do you want?"
"You best redact your comments about Chaldea," he smiled, though their was no kindness behind his look. "I don't take to well to people slandering me and my people when it's untrue," he winked before his jovial face fell. "I did this a good faith to you and your broke that trust. So in compensation you won't take Class A-1 away from me. I have a right to teach them just like anyone else," he smirked. "Isn't that right?"
"Yes," Nezdu began, eyeing Aizawa in an attempt to get the man to back down. He did, albeit reluctantly, going back to his food without much fanfare. "We won't interfere with classes, so long as you don't take legal action against us."
"Very good. I will see you all at the afternoon teachers meeting!"
He left without so much another word, making everyone breath a sigh of relief. His presence was suffocating.
"I should mention," the voice of Count had them jumping. Ritsuka left without him. "That you should cancel that meeting," he smirked.
"Why," Powerloader inquired with a swallow of the lump in his throat.
"Cause the reporters are in desperate need of an explanation as to why the hero students where simply going to stand back and do nothing in practical self defense as the villains where aiming for the kill," he smirked. "I mean...teaching them to fight but informing them not to hurt the villains to much...that's a bit strange."
The laugh he let out was truly vile and horrid.
I-ISLAND
"Papa," that voice had David Shield turning to his nervous daughter who stared at the monitor in apprehension.
The blue prints of a certain technology was floating around his various monitors which held the item in question.
"Melissa?"
"I….I don't think it's such a good idea to be researching Chaldean Tech," she began, rubbing her hands nervously as he entered his office. "You know how they get with reporters who ask," she hissed.
"Their tech could save so many heroes and could be a major contribution to the world," David sighed. "But they are stingy about it and situations that they shouldn't have survived when no other hero could...they survived and the other didn't!"
"Papa," Melissa begged. "Please! Abandon the research! They're coming here tomorrow and I...I don't want them to hurt you!"
"Like them I-Island is funded through the Heroes Commission and the UN, they won't do anything if it risks I-Island being dismantled," he sighed, taking his glasses off.
"You know that the UN gives them free reign over anything that has the backing of the UN. It won't stop them and they can always go to Europe if Japan kicks them out,"
"They are not that powerful Melissa. They have a superiority complex and the council will make sure that it's struck down," David smiled, hoping to assure his daughter; but the look on her face had the smiling falling. "Sweetie...they won't do anything...besides it's not like they will have access to the labs either."
"I...I know...but that man...Count...he could seriously hurt you…" she whimpered, eyes closing as she thought back to the fight she witnessed of the man on the news.
He burned them alive….or tried too.
"Everything will be fine Melissa," David assured her, placing a comforting hand on her head. "We are protected here."
"I….I…" Melissa quited, not wanting to say anything as she and her father stayed like that, uncertain of what the next day would bring.
"Sir," his assistant spoke up, his voice a mere squeak as he shakily turned to them. "Um...umm...I...I think you should hear this," he swallowed.
"What?"
"Vice Director attending a meeting with his 15 closets confidants," he read, face paling. "Rumor has it their the most dangerous of all the Chaldea Heroes!"
"What," Melissa shrieked as David rushed to the computer. And he saw the list. And he knew the dangers of each and every single one of them.
The Demon Son: Kingu.
The Count of Monte Cristo: Edmond Dantes.
The Onmyoji: Ashiya Douman.
The Old Man of the Mountain: King Hassan.
The Traveler of the Stars: Voyager
The Swordsman: Miyamoto Musashi
The Twins: Dioscuri
The Detective and Head of Management: Sherlock Holmes
The Consultant: James Moriarty
All the XXXXX's XXXX: Angra Mainyu
Moon Cell Queen and Co Head of PR: BB
The Beautiful Genius and Head of Support: Leonardo Da Vinci
The Sly Vitch and Co Head of PR: Koyanskaya
The King of XXXXXX: Goetia
The Great Fairy King: Oberon
"That…this isn't' a normal escort! This is like a declaration of war against I-Island," David gasped, stepping back as he tried to clam his nerves. He's heard of every single one of them and they all have blood on their hands. They are pure evil.
"Who's Goetia," Melssia asked. "I don't think he's a hero I've heard of from Chaldea? Oberon as well."
"He's one of the Vice Director's most trusted bodyguards, second only to Count. He is revealed to have a very dangerous and powerful quirk that he does not attempt to control in any way," David explained. "He's a silent one and he's been known to attack reporters who simply look at Fujimaru. As for Oberon...not much is known about him, but he's dangerous and likes to cause havoc. He's one of Fujimaru's most trusted...as well as one he keeps the tightest leash on."
"What is he doing coming here," Melissa gasped, stepping back as David pursed his lips. "There...there are rules for people like that!"
"Apparently, according to rumors, barring the department heads, these are the main guard unit of the vice director," David swallowed. "We have to let them in...all of them or we risk insulting them."
"I...I'm going to hide in my room...or...or go visit the mall," Melissa swallowed as her father nodded. "I...I can't be here when they are...I can't papa."
'That's fine," he assured her. "You do that."
The three merely sat in silence as the next day loomed on the horizon.
UA
"Unbelievable," Ritsuka seethed as he stomped to his last class of the day, the most recent message about trying to get said man making his blood boil. "That damned mathematician...I will make him regret the day he decided to offer his services! How dare he-"
"Are you sure you aren't a villain, cause it seems like you would be one to help those assholes at the USJ incident," a snide voice sneered out, making Ritsuka stumble to a stop before he looked down the hallway.
The one who was recommended by him to be put into Class A-1 to fill Mineta's gap, Hitoshi Shinso, was cornered by some goons that were from his class.
"I was in class the whole time Yusuke, how would have contacted them," the boy ground out, his cheek was swollen up and caused his left eye to be closed.
"The break in, you weren't in class that day-"
"That is enough," Ritsuka spoke up, coming in between them as Hitoshi stepped back and averted his head to the side. "Yusuke, discrimination again? Well, Detention at the museum under Chiron and Agravain."
"Wah-?!"
Chiron and Agravain quickly made themselves known to be slave drivers in the pursuit of perfection and a second incident under Fujimaru's eye usually resulted in detention with either one or the other. But never BOTH of them.
"But I-"
"I can make it the full weekend if you keep pushing it," Ritsuka wanted before the boy growled and stomped off, the man shaking his head as he turned to the purple haired student who was still looking to the ground.
'Thank you Sensei," he murmured, moving to leave before a hand grabbed his chin in a very light grip and forced him to stare into the kind and warm eyes of his teacher.
"He struck you," he heard his teacher murmur, staring at the red blotchy mess on his left cheek. "I have a cold pack on my desk," he explained. "I will explain it to Mic later, but I think it best if you stay with me for the rest of the day."
"Huh….why?"
"I think Yusuke is not going to leave you alone for the rest of the day, but he wouldn't dare do anything with me around," his teacher released him with a gentle smile. "I know what it's like to be struck for suspicions of doing something you didn't do."
His voice was so calm and soothing.
"Are...are you sure it's alright?" Hitoshi shifted in his spot as his teacher held him deeper in his gaze.
"Call it an observation to see if my recommendation was warranted," he smiled as Hitoshi jolted.
"Tha...that rumor about putting me in the Hero Course...it was real," he whispered, his eye widening as he finally met the one who believed he could make it.
"When have I been the type to lie to my boy," he giggled, motioning the other to follow him as they approached the hero floor. "I am teaching class B-1, so it's not the class that got attacked-"
"It's fine...that blonde boy with explosions annoys me," he grunted as Fujimaru-Sensei laughed.
"He is a tough child to teach...makes you wonder what the hell people were doing...or not….to allow him in a place where he thinks he belongs," Fujimaru grunted as Hitioshi jolted.
Ah...Scary Fujimaru was rearing his head.
"Sensei! I thought we'd have a substitute," a girl called out before she jolted at the sight of Hitoshi. "Is that your student?"
"Chaldea doesn't take apprentices Setsuna," Fujimaru reminded her with a laugh. "Count," he nodded to the Hero who observed Hitoshi with golden eyes.
"You can sit next to Monoma," Count explained, getting up from his seat. "Take the chair."
"It's fine-"
"It's not a request boy," the man told him, only to receive a slap on his chest.
"Don't scare the boy," Ritsuka warned as the other went to seat himself next to the blonde who offered a friendly hand to which he accepted. "Now," he clapped, the students giving him their full attention. "As you're well aware I will be at I-Island until well after the sports festival," he explained as the class groaned.
"That's a full month," Pony whined as Ibara began lamenting their bad luck.
"Indeed," he sighed, nodding. "But," he began a glint in his eye that had the students on the edge of their seats. "That doesn't mean I haven't planned anything fun!"
"Oh, oh! Are we going to see musicals of old legends," Kousei asked excitedly as Tetsutetsu yelled out.
"WILL WE GO TO THE ARMORY DEPARTMENT?!"
Many other ideas were shouted before Fujimaru raised a hand up and got them to quiet down.
"I would prefer those to be done with me there...especially the Armory," he eyed a sheepish Tetsu who slunk back into his chair. "I think that it would be interesting if you got to experience some more...hands on history!"
"Hands on?"
"Yes! So all of you will choose a historical figure or event," he empathised. "That you find interesting and go to the museum library to research it and create a 5 page essay on what the event or who the person was!"
"And we have a whole month to do this," Kendo asked, worried. "Thats….a lot of time for one assignment."
"You do have to train for the sports festival," he chuckled. "I'm not going to take that away from you, despite how I think it's stupid your being broadcast to the whole world!"
"A waste of time," Edmond grunted as he received a slap to the back of the head.
"Support has the same, but it's in weaponry," Ritsuka explained. "Business with the economy or culture and Gen Ed is the same as well with Business."
"Where is the museum library," Yui raised her hand up in question.
"Murasaki has to show you the way, those books are old children," Fujimaru reminded as they nodded.
"Are all classes participating," Juzo questioned with a cock of his head.
"Yes, they are," he gave a knowing look to the class who groaned. "So I expect you to play nice with A-1. I know the rumors have reached you about what Izuku Midoriya has said to me and I don't want you seeking revenge...I have much thicker skin than you would think."
"If he's all that then he should be punished like Kanakawa was," Monoma ground out. "They even pulled out of touching the artifacts!"
Hitoshi looked at the boy who was writing down artifcats he was interest in holding….Fujimaru was letting do that?
"Hey Sensei," Tetsu began, Ritsuka turning to him. "Is...is it true you're being called before the Heroes Commission under suspicion of Child and Adult abuse? For crimes against humanity?"
Everyone turned to Ritsuka who took in a deep breath, obviously unnerved by the question before he swallowed.
"I am," he confirmed as the students broke out in whispered protest. "Someone had leaked that we had children with exceptional quirks in our facility and were planning to debut them," he admitted.
"Sensei...why-"
"What they failed to see was that they had a genetic mutation in their sequence that made them look like children," he smiled, the others relaxing as he grinned. "It is a real genetic disease that people can have, it's extremely rare but in cases such as that the quirks tend to be more than what the body is capable of handling so they become more powerful."
"They don't do their research do they," Kousei laughed as the rest of the class followed. "I mean it's only logical you take them in if the quirk becomes too much to handle!"
'Yeah, I mean such diseases are rare but they can't be that rare right," Juzo thought as the rest of the class laughed.
"Nothing to worry about and certainly no crimes against humanity," he laughed as Edmond peered at his master through the shadow of his hat.
No crimes against humanity indeed.
"Now! Let's finish our deciphering of the opera song Habanera from Carmen-"
"No," the class yelled out as Hitoshi jumped and Ritsuka sighed. "Sing it again!"
"But we really must-"
"Sing! Sing! Sing," they began chanting as Ritsuka groaned and Count laughed out loud.
"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle, que nul ne peut apprivoiser," he began to sing, deep and commanding.
What a strange teacher...but one Hitoshi ultimately found himself liking.
The rest of the class was filled with Fujimaru-Sensei belting out in opera before Count stopped him to whisper something in his ear to which he said-
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
LOCATION UNKNOWN
"I don't see why we can't go into Seraphix Alter Ego," All For One snapped as his second Caster hummed from her perch in the rafters. Barca and Borgia sibling where doing who knows what.
"It's not wise when all eyes are now on them," Alter Ego bowed his head, hiding his scowl under the guise of subservience. "While they hate the press on them, they caught sight of my familiars not too long ago and the recent leak of Chaldean tech has them on higher alert than normal.
"Indeed," a woman spoke and soon Alter Ego felt her presence beside him. "They will be expecting something to happen so they are taking every precaution they have in their arsenal."
'Foreigner," All For One spat as the woman gave a curtsey. "I still don't know why you two don't give me your names! Even you caster," he looked up to the lounging on the rafters. "Alter Ego of Astrology. The Foreigner of London. And the Caster of Forbidden Arts."
The caster merely grunted, pulling her staff closer as she thumbed through various apps on her tablet she stole. She was still upset after the whole Chaldea incident, being unable to claim any of the tech's lives.
"I need to keep my existence a secret from the one you promised me I could have," Alter Ego looked up to his current master with a smile. He hummed as he pushed back his stark white hair behind his ears, unnatural blue eyes glowing in the dim lighting as he spoke to his master. "I do have a bone to pick with him after our less than...ideal parting and I want to clear the air with him. And I want it done with as little protection as possible."
"Oh, I have no doubt those two have an idea that I am already here," Foreigner sighed as she closed her parasol and smoothed her nearly black brown hair back. "But then again maybe not, one doesn't even know one is already here," she shrugged, pulling out a hand fan to use as the heat welled up in the room. "This is exciting, not too much unlike the days when all three of us lived!"
"I have my reasons," Caster grunted. She fiddled with one of the skulls surrounding the lab they were in, tablet long forgotten. Her clothes covered up most of her body, but that did nothing to hide her staff riddled with little trinkets being held limply in her hand.
"Besides," Alter Ego smiled. "It's best not to reveal names, Perseus and Orpheus are obvious...the others less so...aside from Foreigner, the other one," he giggled, before stopping. "Not to mention the third group that is searching for the thing that could stablize our existence...we need to especially wary of them...and that Lancer making his way to Chaldea."
"If anything. We best take care of that Lancer that is making his way through Rome at the moment," Foreigner grunted. "He isn't exactly concealing his true name and he will be a problem in the future."
"Ah yes," Alter Ego smiled. "The Lancer of Golgotha. That spear of his is truly….one of a kind," he breathed. "There being two of them is going to pose a problem. I say we look out for that second caster they have that's heading to London. She's dangerous."
"Indeed...if she can keep her true name and face hidden from our eyes," she huffed. "Though I have to say that this third group is doing a remarkable job of keeping themselves hidden...I heard a rumor that a Ruler is with them."
"And that said ruler is connected to a certain Rider of Chaldea…"
"I don't care! Just deal with it," All for One spat as they bowed and left the room.
The door closed just as Foreigner broke her fan.
"I should tear his fucking head off," Foreigner growled as she clutched her parasol tighter as Alter Ego hummed.
"Soon you'll be close to what you desire and be able to draw them into your web," he assured her, thumbing his prayer beads in contemplation. "He made a mistake in not making a contract with any of us and allowing us to use those Nomu as conduits for Mana."
"The perks of working for a non-mage in a world without them," she shrugged, pulling her overcoat tighter. "I assume you will be watching Caster of Forbidden arts?"
"Yes," he nodded. "She is a loose cannon that is not bound to All for One or loyalty to anything else but herself."
"Good luck with that loon," she huffed before sauntering away.
"Of course."
LOCATION UNKNOWN
"I thought it would be here," Ruler sighed as he slammed his staff down to the dirt ground. "But nothing."
"Well, we shouldn't be discouraged," the young one spoke. "It has to be in japan! Our senses aren't so dull as if can't sense that!"
"Still though," the red head grunted, sitting down with a sigh. "Japan has a vast aroumt of land and different terrains, not to mention the weather is different too depending on where we are," he glowered. "We're going to be wasting mana that we don't have," he explained.
"It's bad enough that we have siphon off of regular people but Chaldea is growing closer to us everytime we do it," the grey haired saber whined as he plopped himself down beside the redhead. "I mean we are going to team up with them eventually but like you said before, we do that we risk having less freedom to roam because of all the press."
'I said that because things are already looking bad enough for them as it is," Ruler ground out, before relaxing his tense form and leaned against the cave wall. "This is a mess...I wish that things would only get easier but with things how they are we can only really hope…"
"If we're going to be allied with Chaldea, then we best not expect anything other than hardship," the young one reminded. "Besides...it's best if we leave now...I sense a rat."
"Hmm?'
"Let's go before they notice us fully."
"If it's the Hassan or the Shinobi then they've already realized us,' the grey haired saber murmured. "It's most likely they are not taking pity on us, but are using us to get to the grail fragment."
"It's for them anyways...we just have a bit more autonomy to get it," the red head gave a manic grin before they all rushed into the wilderness, above them three people materializing as they headed toward the sun.
"Should we report this to master? We have four rouge servants working to helpe chaldea," Fumma asked Danzo as she scanned their signatures.
'Not at the moment...we're concerned over the servants that All for One has," she began. "They are helping chaldea, I have a tracker on the young one who I am sure already knows he has. The red haired and grey haired one are servants we have never encountered, but the young one and the ruler have deep connections to chaldea."
'I heard a rumor a new lancer made contact with seraphix?"
"Master is heading there now…" Danzo hummed as Chiyome looked to the west. "Priestess?"
"It's that Alter Ego….he's watching us."
"Is he who I think he is?"
"Yes...so keep your mouth shut about his identity for now. Less we have a catastrophe on our hands."
"Understood."
SERAPHIX
"Can't even finish the day off with my class before I'm back for another emergency," Ritsuka sighed as he entered Seraphix's command room. "He is getting a mana treatment?"
"Yes," BB nodded, not even looking up from her computer. "The last of the materials to make our usual amount of Mana Crystals are about to be used."
"Good," Ritsuka nodded as he watched some servants place the corpses in the glass cylinders. "I hate this," he ground out.
"It's the only way," Medea's voice spoke from beside him. "Though I...I find this better than my old master, using virgin girls who he stole off the streets," she huffed, crossing her arms. "We looked up records, more than 60% of these people have no parents or family to get back too. Simple petty crooks trying to live."
"This is better," Ritsuka said, but it is more reassurance to himself.
"Medea told me of a process her old master in the 5th Holy Grail war used to make physical Mana Crystals," he explained to Sherlock. "It required human bodies being converted into the Mana Crystals..."
Sherlock sat up his positon eyes wide at the implication
"We can't sustain such a practice! Not without being investigated," Sherlock protested as he jumped up from his chair. "And not to mention how will we explain their disappearance from the battlefield WE are in?"
"I know...that's why we'll use their corpses," Ritsuka turned to him as the man stared back at his master. "Protocol calls for the agency to cremate the villains and send the ashes to the families or spread them in the ocean if no one wants to claim them."
"Master...what about those who live?"
"The coffins."
"You know this is madness right," Sherlock asked. "That this is...this is pure evil-"
"We can barely use Noble Phantasm with the meager supply we have. Fame has little to no effect anymore and were at less than 60% full power," Ritsuka growled. "You think I am proud of this idea," he shouted, whipping around to face his servant with wild eyes. "That I am proud to desecrate bodies," he shook with rage as he stared at Sherlock. "I'M NOT! I AM DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF FOR THIS IDEA BUT I KNOW THAT IT'S THE ONLY WAY!" He was near hysterics at this point as Sherlock swallowed.
"I know," Sherlock nodded, sitting back down with a heavy sigh. "But I hate how you are the one who has to come up with this idea." Her laced his fingers together to rest his head on them. "I cannot tell a lie, I can only redirect...but master…"
"I'm supposed to be a hero right," he sniffed, clutching himself as he tried to get all those horrid memories of Medea's old master out of his head. "And a hero does horrible things to the other side for the benefit of his people right?"
Sherlock chose not to comment, it would only make Ritsuka feel worse.
"Make no mistake...I wanted anything other than this...I would have gladly whored myself to all of Chaldea than to do this...but that's not plausible," he wept as the severity of the situation came crashing down. "There's no other way unless we simply want to take the risk of coming across someone more powerful without the use fo Noble Phantasms…."
It was silent as the horrid truth reared it's head to them.
They had to do this.
"Beginning Mana Crystallization," BB spoke clearly, snapping Ritsuka out of his reverence. "Invoice coming," she yelled out, but it was lost on her master.
He watched in morbid fascination as the mana water flowed into the tanks, filling them completely before a they all vanished into a cloud of red, staining the clear water a murky red before they all drained into the large tubes above, going into the alchemic circle in the middle before a shock of lightning appeared a human sized crystal appeared.
"Master," BB yelled, Ritsuka turning to her as she sighed. "The last of the captured 'villains'," she sneered out the last word. "Are all in coffins and going into cryo at this moment. Our backup and reserves are ready for when we need them."
"Good," he nodded, curling in on himself as he turned to watch golems take the crystal away into storage in the back. He felt his stomach curdle at the amount they now restocked from those people-'
No, they were villains. Enemies. That's how society saw them. People to be locked away and he was the leader and face of a Hero Organization. Villains are meant to be away from the public and they would do just that.
"How is our guest?"
"He's...insisting on coming here."
"I see…," their master murmured. "And your….you're sure it's him?"
"Erice confirmed his identity," Edmond assured their master as he leaned against a pillar. "As did Voyager and Kijyo."
"Blackout the windows and allow him in," he murmured, the others going about his request as Ritsuka shook.
He was a monster...he was a monster smiling and laughing with children happily as he committed horrendous acts against Humanity. Against the one thing he fought so hard to protect…
"Do not despair," his voice was rough yet held a smooth quality to it. "The Caster of Camlann tells me that you despair of this," Ritsuka knew what he spoke of. "It is a necessary evil for the greater good of all."
"It doesn't feel that way to me Lord L-"
"No Lord," he interrupted, spear slamming onto the ground. "I...Please. I don't deserve the title. Not in your religion at least."
"Erice tells me you were like that," Ritsuka let out a huff of laughter as the man shifted. "Why come here? I get Erice...but your not here for her."
"She has made friends here?"
"Voyager is here," Ritsuka explained, not bothering to look back. "They make a great team."
"I'm glad," the man laughed. "I was there for her as much as could be...but...nevermind. It's in the past…."
It was silent before Ritsuka sighed.
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't have asked for this meeting if I was not 1000% sure I want you as my master," he explained.
"I'm turning into a monster."
"No you're not...your merely making difficult decisions once more for the betterment of humanity...though one that has forgotten what it means to make such a sacrifice," he was no doubt giving him a sad mentor smile.
Ritsuka found the courage to turn around and face the man, his eyes saw blood red and gold.
The man banged his spear against his spear before dematerializing them. He kneeled before Ritsuka and placed a closed fist across his chest, eyes closed and face solemn.
"I pledge myself to thee," he began, the glow of a contract forming. "I swear to be one of your spears and shields. To be steadfast and loyal."
"Then I shall be your anchor and your blood," Ritsuka nodded, reaching a hand out to the man who grabbed it and held it tight.
"I promise you this," he looked up to Ritsuka who felt himself shaking at the intense gaze of slate gray. "That by my name I will protect you and enforce your will."
"I, Ritsuka Fujimaru, accept thee as my servant." Ritsuka hissed at the feeling of a new command seal forming on his body, before he turned to his new servant.
"And I will serve you with pride," the man bowed once more. "On my name, Lucius Longinus...I swear it."
"Thank you...Lord Longinus," Ritsuka gave a soft, cheeky smile as the man huffed.
"It's merely Longinus my lord."
"Of course...Longinus. Get him a room," Ritsuka ordered. "I have a student I need to speak too."
He left the room before even seeing their confirmation, confident in them and their skill.
END OF THE DAY, UA
Izuku swallowed as his waved off his friends, the two of them worriedly looking back as they continued on the path out of UA.
They where right to be worried, Aizawa had told him that he under no circumstance could miss his detention with Fujimaru Sensei. Aizawa had warned him that Fujimaru Sensei would be in a horrible mood after being torn away from class so suddenly and it would be best to do whatever he wished without too much complaint or no complaint at all.
Izuku could only agree.
Swallowing the lump in his throat he knocked on the door, waiting for a signal to enter before he jumped back as the door abruptly slid open to reveal the intense amber gaze of Edmond Dantes, his expression so different from the soft one he was first introduced too.
"Get in," he huffed, moving to the side to allow the boy in before slamming the door shut as he fully entered. "Sit down and get started on school work. Boss has a phone call right now, so until then just do your work."
"No need Count," Fujimaru Sensei's voice was clam and composed as he entered the room from the rear door, so that was the voice he heard in the other classroom. "I'm finished at the moment, mind keeping an eye on the horizon," he hummed, moving to the front podium which Izuku sat in front of.
"Hmm," the man nodded, moving to the corner by the window, farthest from them as possible.
The two simply stared at one another, it having already been a week since the USJ incident and the news of Fujimaru Sensei leaving for a meeting with the scientists of I-Island for a month. Fujimaru sensei was as put together as ever, dressed in simple slacks, dress shirts and dress shoes.
"Do you know why I called you here for detention," he began, arms crossed as his black hair covered his unusually bright eyes.
"N...No. I don't."
"I called you here because we need to have a...mutual understanding," he coughed, throwing his head back as he leaned on the podium. "If we are to remain student and teacher for the next four years and then even mutual peers later on in...your career," he spat out the word like it offended him. "Then we must have an understanding of one another."
"There is nothing to understand...I feel at least," Izuku admitted, not even looking his teacher in the eye.
"Then you will remain the weak, useless child that you are that can't look those greater than you in the eye," Ritsuka hummed, Izuku's head snapping up at the sentence. "You will get nowhere in life remaining how you are now."
"What is that supposed to mean," he demanded, almost bursting out of his seat had the oppressive presence of Count not stopped him.
"You tried to stop me," he began, stepping forward. "A hero who has years of experience in dealing with raids of such a scale, you tried to stop me from the best course of action."
"You nearly killed those poeple! Some of them did die," Izuku accused, eyes full of hatred as he stared at the very man who murdered people so easily.
"People die," his teacher stated easily. "That is life. All Might has killed people. Endeavor has killed people. Miruko has killed, even Present Mic has killed. People die Izuku Midoriya, I am just very aware of who I kill."
"Don't accuse them of killing people! They where all accidents," he sniffed, handed clenched tight.
"Present Mic was informed that the villain he was going after had sensitive hearing to the extreme and often wore noise cancling headphones to assure his safety. He made it a priority to take them off and use his weakness to handcuff him and bring him in, he knew that the man needed those headphones but left them behind and the man died due to an overload of sound being pushed through his brain, causing such a shock they had no chance to revive him."
"Mic Sensei-"
"Miruko was warned that a villain a year ago was suffering from anemia and a wound could be deadly. She inflicted so many she bled out on the way to the station even after she begged her to take her to the hospital, She ignored her."
"She-"
"All Might's punches are no joke, and sometimes he doesn't monitor his strength. But because he's All Might they just brush it off," Ritsuka hummed. "Endeavor...well he's a bastard but I'm far more comfortable with him."
"They where accidents...they wouldn't do anything-"
"The world is not all about heroics Izuku Midoriya," Ritsuka interrupted calmly, this is was no time for theatrics. "But you have such a gilded perception of it I am almost sorry for you...but in the end I am merely worried for you. Worried for the poor, weak and useless you."
'I am...I'm not useless," Izuku's voice shook as he stared at his teacher.
"Ah," his teacher began. "But you are," he smirked. "Being unable to do the right thing in the moment when most needed...confront your fears now that you have thrown away your innocent self? You are not growing. Your merely basking in the the light you so adore...well you don't know the darkness that follows that light."
"Y...your wrong!"
"All you see is heroism, well heroism isn't all that great like you think," Ritsuka barked out, eyes narrowed as he stood up straight. "Heroism is not what you think it is and it's not all what its cut out to be. That is why I hate this school, this is why I hate all you hero course students. You only see what you want to see and when reality hits you no one will be there to comfort you!"
He was breathing harshly by the end of that tirad, eyes stern as he gazed into the large doe eyes of Izuku Midoriya.
Ah...how he despised that boy...truly he did.
Not only was he the scion of All Might, the one who inspired such ideals and pretenses of 'heroism', but he was the shining golden example of it. Looking any longer at the boy would make Ritsuka sick, in fact he felt himself growing sick.
"Th...that's why where eased into-"
"There is no easing into it, look what happened a week ago! The time for innocence ended when you chose this path-"
'What does that even mean,' Izuku was fed up with this teacher. He was always saying that being a child and being a kid ended when he decided this path, but what does that even mean! He's been able to have friends, be able to go out and have with them… "I have friends, I can go out and spend time with them. I can have fun-"
"I did too," Ritsuka admitted. "I had friends, I spent time with them and I worked with them….but it sickens me that you chose a life of pain-"
"Helping people is the greatest service I could do. Helping people with a smile...It's my greatest dream."
"I pity you then...since you will not change," Ritsuka shook his head, moving to pull out a piece of paper. "Heroes...are not for this.."
"Your the one whose wrong."
"A hero...is never the one that chooses. Even if they say they did, it's a lie. Be gods, kings, or even fate; being a hero is never your choice," Ritsuka was firm in his wording as he stared down on Izuku. "It's merely your perception that makes you believe that being a hero is a choice. Real Heroes...aren't people you see on TV."
"All Might is a real hero."
"I don't deny that. And I know he knows...the true ugliness that you children blindly walk towards in hopes of glory and valor," Ritsuka explained. "And if he was a real, through and through hero? He'd discourage you from joining this path to save whatever sanity you have. Once you inside, deep and all knowing of what goes on? You can never leave."
"Your no different. All these flowery word-"
"I say it like this to spare what innocence you have left." Ritsuka's voice was soft as if he was remembering something unpleasant. "Sign this."
"What is it," Izuku asked, taking the paper the teacher offered.
"A non disclosure that you cannot speak of anything that was discussed here. And that you will not go to the press about anything you have discovered about chaldea. Or what you perceive to have discovered," Ritsuka smiled. "And before you protest, as a teacher and hero I have an authority over you to make you sign this without parental consent because you can't speak to your mother about this either."
"Th...that's not right," Izuku protested.
"That's politics. Hero politics," Ritsuka smiled before handing him a pen. "Sign quickly. I have much to do in preparation for I-Island."
Signing that paper...Izuku felt as if he gave his soul away.
The hum Fujimaru Sensei gave didn't make him feel any better.
At least he'll be gone for the sports festival and he'd doubt he'd be seeing him during the I-Expo.
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