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.
"I swear to god," Hans sighed as he struggled to get up. "I have told you a million times, woman! I am a Chaldean Hero! I am not a child," he roared as the EMT tried to push him down and hand him a stuffed toy that he smacked away with a snarl.
"Ahahah,' Shakespeare was going to die slowly if Hans had anything to say about it. "I say Anderson! Best allow the young woman to offer you comfort." He shrugged as he too pushed another EMT away, but this time the person backed off understanding that he was fine.
'You bastard, I will gut you like a fish and watch as you bleed out,'' Hans struggled to jump the other writer as the EMT cooed at him to calm down. "And you," he hissed, shaking in pure unfiltered rage as the other saw it as fear.
"Sweetie, I know your scared and upset, but please-"
"DAMN IT WOMAN ARE YOU DEAF," Hans roared, his magic reacting as it pushed her back forcefully. "I AM A CHALDEAN HERO! I AM 36! LOOK AT YOUR DAMNED RECORDS AND STOP TREATING ME LIKE A GODDAMNED CHILD!"
"I...I only wanted to help-" She stumbled around for words before Hans glowered down on her.
'Well you're not," Hans stated bluntly. "Your smothering is so annoying I would think that people can't stand you," he scoffed, jumping off where she'd seated him and cracking his neck. "In fact all this unnecessary smothering is what makes people weak to people like me."
"Ahahaha! Always the blunt one aren't you Hans," William smiled as he stepped aside to allow his foul mouthed writer to walk past. "Though I must admit that you are a bit too soft hearted for a profession such a this. If your crying from a few curses from someone who does nto want your help," he smiled at the EMT who gaped like a fish at his cruel words.
"I'll tell you this," Hans told the woman who was being comforted by her companion. "Chaldean heroes, and anyone from Chaldea do not want your pity. It's unneeded, much like your help you try to force onto us," he sneered, eyes flashing as his book floated around him. "So don't get the idea that we need your help or even want it. Most of the time it's for your own self benefit that you help another person, so don't try and win one past me."
"We are trying to help heroes-"
"Then help them. Chaldea may help others but we're more vagrants than anything," Hans snapped. "You label us as heroes then turn on us when we do something bad...utter stupidity. Pure stupidity. What's the point of helping us as heroes if you already all view us a monsters? Idiots."
"You're the ones that need to change," the man yelled. "You are all heartless-"
"And you're all blind little dolls, what's new," he snapped. "Chaldea is Chaldea, deal with it."
"Ahaha! Come now Anderson! No need for such hostilities," William laughed as he pushed the other away. "We need to head back to the facility and record what has happened here!"
"I wound't need to be hostile if they would simply fuck off anf mind their own damned business! In theory a world like this is great! But in practice it's more a pain in the ass," Hans yelled out as they all watched him be led away. "You all hear me," he turned around, eyes blazing as he glower at them. "We don't need help!?"
"Come now no need to hurt them even more than you already did," William laughed before they began to speak in hushed tones far away.
"He...he was so rude," one EMT yelled as they watched the two Chaldean heroes converse with one another. "We're here to help them and they act like they don't need it! That small fry could have died from the collapsing building, but noo," she huffed. "He doesn't need to be checked up on."
"There a nasty bunch alright-"
"You're wrong."
The two jolted at the voice of a young girl who was holding a Chaldean plushie of the same hero who yelled at him.
"Umm what?"
``You're wrong," she said, her bright eyes shining. "He's a really nice man! He's just stressed!"
"Um sweetie, that building nearly-"
"Those heroes are not like others. He saved me from something far worse than this today," she explained, smiling brightly. "So he was right, they don't need you." Her grin was so happy and positive as she fully believed what she had said.
"Fumiko," a girl's mother chastised before grabbing her arm. "Sorry. Now, come on," she hissed to her daughter.
"They are good heroes who can stand on their own," she called to the EMT's who jolted.
What...was that?
I ISLAND
"YOU WHAT," Ritsuka yelled into the receiver as he jumped up. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ALL!"
"Ummm," Angra cocked his head to the side as he watched his usually calm master yell into the phone like he was speaking to All Might. 'What's happening?"
"Gil, Nero and Ishtar have decided that a little...sports festival is in store for all of the world," Ashia coughed. "With a few alterations," Moriarty smiled as he lit his pipe. "A dead heat that involves one lucky Hero Student and two Chaldean heroes. A gauntlet of battles. And a...a Servant Fest?"
"ONE YEAR! ONE FUCKING YEAR I WANT TO BE AWAY FROM THIS SHIT! GOD DAMN IF I HAVE TO DEAL WITH A GUDAGUDA EVENT I WILL SHOOT SOMEONE AND I WILL DAMN MAKE SURE IT'S ONE OF THOSE HEROES," their master screeched as the irritating laughter of Nero and Gilgamesh rang through the phone.
They could have shown they heard Nobunaga's voice and right after their master let out a pained wail.
It was Nobu then.
"So...they want basically Servant Fest...the Dead Heat Race...as well as Nero and Gil Fest?" Angra cocked his head to the side.
"They where also talking about something along the lines of Murder at the KOGETSUKAN," Musashi shrugged as she looked out the window. "For the younger kids who come with their families. Of course with an updated plot that doesn't involve murder."
"Oooh! That sounds fun!"
"How would the dead heat work anyways. There were originally only 6 teams?"
"Well that's the thing, there is a draw that only allows only 6 groups of 6 students into the race," Musashi began. "And they would keep the whole prison escape thing as well, though the heroes would leave them alone to escape on their own...I think. I don't know the full details." She shrugged like it was no big deal, which it really wasn't.
They had a fun time, they got stronger before face the true enemies and even had the time to relax, unwind and simply enjoy the life they have been given.
"I think the master might have his heart go out if he reads that," Angra sighed.
'He turned an impressive shade of purple when they did explain it to him," the swordswoman commented.
"He looks like a right idiot when he gets all angry like that," Oberon laughed as he watched Ritsuka pace up and down the length of the window, gnawing at his nails with such gusto and anger.
"And then what about the fighting fests? Those took nearly 2 weeks to get through," Moriarty hummed. "And they were quite the challenge even for a master!"
"Ah, well the beginning fights will be for hero students only," Koyanskaya began, typing away at her computer. "We'll skip the rest of the battles and the final battles that master fights will be reserved for heroes only. Draws obviously, and restraints on our heroes. None of the usual buffs."
"As much as we don't want to," Castor grunted as he leaned on the divan he claimed, Oberon gave a 'pooh' sound at the fact they would have to be restrained. "And of course we will attempt to do it during the Expo to cover up operations of the hunt for the papers."
"Ah...yes, the MNEMOSYNE problem," Moriarty sighed. "Our searches have not been fruitful...it seems that All for One is going to use them to try and hurt David Shield."
"Please, all that man need to do is explain to him the secret that All Might doesn't feel comfortable sharing with him," Oberon rolled his eyes, picking up a melon ball with his little prong.
"Hmm."
"I don't think that his servants, if they could be called that," Sherlock began, taking a drag of his pipe. "Have told him the true extent of those papers. I think they fear them as well," he explained. "Those papers have power that could have been catastrophic if SYSTEM MNEMOSYNE did not wish to help master."
"So in the end this is them attempting to get rid of the papers huh," Kingu hummed, hands holding his head as he watched a nature documentary on the TV. "They too fear it as we do."
"Well I will admit they are a scary little thing to be brought to such a world," Oberon looked positively happy at such a thought. "Casuing havoc with them though...not a hassle I would want to deal with."
"It's logical...but useless," Sherlock shook his head. "All for One is not a mage, he cannot do anything to the papers...which leads me to think..." He trailed off as the other continued to speak.
"Don't forget that even though the real SYSTEM MNEMOSYNE is offline, they still have power and can still be manipulated by our feelings and thoughts," Moriarty reminded him. "And servants are nothing more than walking memories, feelings and thoughts."
"Indeed."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR TRYING TO MAKE A CHALDEAN THEME PARK! WE DON'T HAVE RESOURCES FOR THAT NERO," Ritsuka wailed as he began pacing.
"Ahh..the theme park," the others sighed. They remembered the week it was made and the time they had there.
It was fun...if a bit chaotic.
"For the Holy Son's sake! Do not approve anything without me going over the plans! We are not here to make fun! If you so much as approve the base design for the theme park you can kiss the Fight Fest, Dead Heat and Servant Fest goodbye," Ritsuka growled into the receiver. "I am only considering it because I know you will do it anyways!"
It was silent before their master turned on his heels and accusingly pointed to an all too innocent BB.
"What. Did. You. Do." He punctuated each word with a twitch of his eye.
"Umm…." The woman shifted around with a sly smile.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO!"
"Ahahah…."
"Wow...I've never seen that color on his face," Oberon smiled as Ritsuka's face went through a rather large array of colors.
"I might have…."
U.A.
"Yooo! Did you see this," Monoma yelled as he rushed up to Shinso who began to spend more time with B-1 at the request of Fujimaru Sensei.
"Huh," he asked, looking up from his lunch as Itsuka and Setsuna approached.
"Show him! Come on," the lizard girl smiled as the boy passed his phone showing the infamous cyber hero BB.
"What?"
"Play it!"
"HELLO! HELLO! THIS IS BB CHANNEL," the woman yelled out with a smile and idol pose before she stood straight. "I am here to inform you that Chaldea is not only offering a raffle during the sports festivals for Heroes, Civilians and Hero Students alike, but we will be having three special events either during I-Expo or After!"
'Wait really," Shinso gasped as she continued further.
"Hero students will have an event for themselves only~ A dead heat race where six groups of six will be chosen to work with six groups of 2 chaldean heroes for a car race," she exclaimed. "One of the six students will ride with the heroes and the other five will be the pit crew monitoring the other five teams, offering up different routes and attempting to sabotage the other teams!"
"Woah…"
"I know right," Itsuka smiled, she looked so giddy in that moment and was practicvally vibrating out of her seat.
"Heroes and Hero students alike will be able to battle against Chaldean heroes by random draw! The Chalice Fights, against some of our toughest heroes are reserved for Heroes only," she stressed, staring into the camera intently before stepping back. "Random draw will determine the match you heroes get!"
"That's crazy…" Shinso was sure he was in some sort of dream.
"Civilians can enjoy the Ser-fest that we have filled with manga, games, toys and our Idol Magi Mari! We also will have a bar open to adults and parents if they feel they need to unwind," she shrugged as if offering alcohol in a Hero funded event was normal. "A spa for those looking to unwind and much, much more! We as well have a Mystery at the KOGETSUKAN for children under the age of 13 to participate in!"
"They planned everything,' Shinso breathed as he handed the phone back.
'Yeah! Not only is Chladea offering up sweet money for helping out with their raffle that is already bombed! But now they added onto the raffle that each of the top 10 winners get a ticket to this event," Setsuna smiled. "The top five can bring plus 2! The top three bring in plus 3! And the NO. 1 can bring plus 4!"
"Wow."
"They are a really generous organization," Monoma smiled as he leaned on his arms. "The teachers are cracking down on who sees that video, but I'm sure it will be all over the news in a matter of hours."
"Yeah...do heroes and students get discounts?"
'Nope," Itsuka sniffed. "They are pretty dead set on it being no special privilege for anyone, aside from the winners of the raffle, but that is just the usual type of thing."
"Yeah," Shinso murmured, taking out his phone to write down what he wanted to do.
"I'm going to try and get into the race," Monoma smiled brightly. "I don't want to be in the race, but I do want to be in the pit crew."
"Yeah, it sounds super fun. We have a rough layout of the team we want, we don't have a rider though," Itsuka pouted.
"Oh? Who do you guys pick?"
"Well Monoma, Me and Setsuna are a given," Itsuka pointed to them. "Then we have Tetsutetsu who readily agreed. Ibara is thinking about it and so is Rin, but they said if the other says yes then they won't go, since one of them would have to be the rider," Itsuka shrugged. "As for our sixth member…" she smiled at him. "They never said it had to be within your class right?"
"Me," Shinso coughed. "Why?"
"I saw how your eyes lit up at the thought of being able to race with Chaldean heroes! Come on! Besides," she pouted. "It will help prove Fujimaru sensei's point of you being in the hero course!"
"I...I mean yeah...I would love to be on your team...and I'd gladly be the racer with the heroes," Shinso smiled as they began high fiving one another. "But what about the other hero schools?"
"Yeah...that's the thing," Setstuna sighed. "All hero schools in Japan are eligible to participate and put into the draws...so there is a small chance that we might not get in."
"That sucks…"
"But there is still a chance!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah! How's your project for Fujimaru Sensei going," Itsuka brought up. "I've been struggling with the entire history of the Journey to the West. There is so much and so many people in it!"
"Yeah, thank goodness I decided on the Epic of Gilgamesh," Monoma huffed, leaning back. "He was a right bastard, but in terms of how he was raised, he really didn't have much of a basis of who he was supposed to be aside from a key to keep humans and gods connected."
"I decided that doing Kiyohime would be a good idea but I just get creeped out by her the more I research," Setsuna pouted. "Who'd you pick Hitoshi?"
"Hmm...I...I picked Amakusa Shiro Tokisada and the Shimabara rebellion," he explained. "He was vital for Christainity still being here in Japan...even though people long since stopped the practice," he shrugged.
"It's crazy the lengths people went to for religion," Monoma murmured. "I heard Fujimaru and a majority of Chaldea are practicing Catholics or Christians."
"Yeah, Fujimaru Sensei said he was never available on Sundays because of prayer," Shinso explained. "Makes you wonder why he has such violent events."
"Yeah...but his dedication to his faith is admirable to say the least," Monoma smiled. "Also..have you seen the A-1 class int he museum recently?"
'Yeah, they looked pretty worried," Itsuka smiled sadly. "They've been putting off looking at Fujimaru-sensei's assignment and looks like they just realized how complicated and complex it is. Their scrambling to get legends and events that are already taken. So they are left with the really obscure ones that Fujimaru sensei didn't even cover."
'Serves them right!"
The four students happily continued their lunch with conversation of what could happen during the dead heat, the thought of the UA sports festival and I-Expo long gone from their minds.
LOCATION UNKNOWN
"Is it normal for...the heroes of Chaldea to go against their master," Galahad turned to the man who was playing on a Switch.
"Chaldea...well Ritsuka allowed many freedoms to Servants that paved the way for most of the events in Chaldeans records," Galahad shrugged to Wodime who hummed in thought before going back to his game.
"I think it best we go. It will be too much of a threat for them to attack while they have civillains and Chaldeans alike to not go," he began, Galahad nodding.
"The only problem with that plan is that we are very recognizable, especially due to my spirit origin."
"You're the only shielder known to humanity at the moment now that Mash is in a coma along with the rest of the human staff at Chaldea," the former crypter sighed, leaning back and releasing his hold on the gaming device. "I worry Ritsuka is turning into something akin to the Lion King they once fought."
"He's losing his humanity?"
"Slowly...I can see it...even through the TV, without the human staff of Chaldea he is slowly losing a bit more humanity each day. Turning more logical and less empathetic," the man murmured. His eyes darkened as he remembered the burning bright blues of the boy who had fought to get to the top of an Olympus to stop him.
And he could see now it was fading, and fading fast.
"Then a change of plans?"
"Hmm," he asked, turning to stare at the Shielder.
"Chaldea is taking all Mana in the world to make sure they have enough to have all servants material and able to fight so they won't be too powerful or too much of a threat," Galahad began. "Instead of needless arguing between you and ritsuka, we can help those who were hurt in the confrontation between Chaldea and All for One."
"Ah, heal them and speed up recovery," the man smiled. "Yes! And we stop Ritsuka's transformation into nothing more than a tiny drop at a time instead of a small trickle."
"Yes, that's the idea. And we get the other Shielder back on the front lines," he explained.
"Wonderful! But we have no access to Seraphix and security is tight because of what happened with Archimedes and his little...being possessed," the man pouted. "Though we originally where going into Seraphix to help a little with their honing on the Grail, this will be much better!"
"I don't believe for a second that he allowed the Alter Ego of Astrology to possess his mind. He's too strong for that to happen, he's biding his time for something!" Galahad ignored the last part his master said, pursing his lips as he thought of the Alter Ego that All for One had.
"I agree with you, but they don't know the extent of any of the other rogue servants and they are acting like they are the biggest threat to them, which in a sense they are but Chaldea is still on top for the moment."
"We need to get to Seraphix and not only heal the staff but speak with Archimedes," Galahad snapped. "But I can't be the one to do it...not when he has the power to destroy regular spirit origins…"
"Just because I have a divine spirit core doesn't mean I know how to utilize it Galahad!"
"I know, but he won't be able to get to it with that amount of divine energy around him," Galahad began. "He is able to undo regular spirit origins but Divine origins are another beast entirely! Besides, he's not likely to go up against someone with the spirit core you have."
"You make it sound like I could crush him."
"You could...but I know you won't."
"Ritsuka deserves the chance to choose whether or not he wants it or not," the man smiled.
"I agree...but no more of him. We need to fully worry about stopping Ritsuka's transformation and helping the human staff of Chaldea."
'Indeed. What's your idea?"
'Well…"
I ISLAND
"Master-"
"I don't even want you near me," Ritsuka snapped to BB who still had a shit eating grin on her face as she looked at her master.
"I only did that so we could get more money,' she pouted. "The UN is seriously cutting funding after all the riots outside of our agencies and we had to relocate our Indian Agency 2 times already!"
"I'm seriously debating just moving everything back to Antarctica and just sending you all out when needed," he bemoaned. "Let them have their conspiracy theories and what not. We'd deal with less of this crap then."
"Then they would try and force their way in either way," Sherlock shrugged. "There is nothing we can do in this system to keep them away when they are persistent as bugs."
"Which reminds me, we have another complaint about Hans," Pollux handed Ritsuka a tablet with the report. "His excessive use of foul language against an EMT-"
"He was most likely actually holding back, but then again these people are more soft hearted than our original world," Ritsuka grumbled as Pollux smiled.
"Indeed."
"Master," Cursed Arm appeared, bowing on his knees. "David Shield makes his way here. He wishes to speak of the arrangement."
"Hmm, good," Ritsuka nodded. "And has your report of your findings of All Might's quirk been finalized?"
"Yes, the Hassan's 5 week shadow of All Might and later Izuku Midoriya has been finished. As well as the comprehensive report of All For One and One For All, the quirks...not the quote."
"Yes, yes," Ritsuka sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The names these quirks have are stupid…"
"Our understanding of the quirks are vague at best, but the general gist of it is All Might's quirk is a stockpile that gets stronger the longer it is passed down and the wielders are believed to be the ones to defeat All For One."
"Lord," Ritsuka shook his head as his servants stifled laughter. "It makes it seem like it's a quest of some sort."
'The quirks aren't even worth looking at," Da Vinci smiled as she pulled up the report on her tablet. "I have no interest in them because they are so common! No beauty in them at all!"
"David Shield approaches now," Cursed Arm interrupted.
"Very well, allow him entry," Ritsuka waved him off, leaning back in his chair as Hassan nodded before vanishing to complete his task. "He better have the name of the man he hired."
"I do," David answered as he entered, Ritsuka grunting as the man held a folder in his hand. "Though he keeps his connections tight, he won't be any easier to find like the third party who hired him."
'Chaldea has there ways, as you are very well aware of," Ritsuka commented, holding a hand out for the folder. He felt his eye twitch as the man hesitated.
"Who is performing the surgery," David held the item closer, stepping back. "I need to know-"
"The God of Medicine Asclepius and the Angel of Mercy Florence Nightingale," Ritsuka waved off, looking uninterested. ``Along with the Angels of Healing, Medea Lily and Irisviel Von Einzbern," he sniffed.
"Th...those are the most famous medical based heroes in the world," he breathed, looking faint.
"I did promise no?"
"But to go this far-"
'I can call on regular doctors if you do not trust my personnel-"
"I never said that," he protested as Ritsuka smirked. "You…" he trailed off, shaking his head as he handed the folder over. "His name is Wolfram, his quirk is-"
'I'm not interested in that. I am sure we have a multitude of people who can deal with him. How do you communicate with him," Ritsuka pressed.
"I get Chaldea is strong but his quirk can be a bit of hindrance with all the metal around here and the amount of metal all your heroes wear," David scoffed, looking shocked at the dismissal that the so far very competent director had just done. "Villains are sneaky and know how to use their quirks. I get that you are all-"
"You honestly think metal is a problem for us," Ritsuka hummed, looking over the files with mild interest. "And you should be well aware by now that anything that is produced by Chaldea is not something easily manipulated by quirks," he winked, David giving a jerk-like nod before he shifted in his place.
"I...I heard about the Chaldean Event you are all planning," he coughed.
"I will be sending you and Melissa tickets that get access to all three events should you choose to go, along with a pass for unlimited tickets for the carnival game-" Ritsuka droned on before David interrupted him.
"Where are you going to be holding it," he asked, stepping forward as Ritsuka dropped the papers into his lap. "I'm...I'm curious."
"Unfortunately we are still figuring that out because I. Am. Not. Told. Things." He hissed, turning to glare at his heads of PR who looked to their computers with matching sly smiles.
"Even though you're the director," he asked, looking at the two women who gave a 'oh, who me?' looks.
"Especially that," he hissed, still glaring at the women who looked up with a 'who me?' look on their faces. "It seems they think I am a stick in the mud most of the time and would not green light the events...which I wouldn't have but the thought of being able to choose would have been nice," he snapped.
'Ahahah…" Their cheeky grins had him groaning, turning away before he could be set off again.
"So, the venue is still up in the air but the construction will be fairly simple for Chaldea," he shrugged.
"I...I could talk to the heads so you could have the Chaldean festival here during I-Expo?"
"That would require access to nearly all Chaldean Heros to be here, since we will not be hiring external staff outside of Hero Student Volunteers," he shrugged.
'I am sure I will be able to work something out...I also heard that the UA sports festival is changing considerably," he hummed.
"Huh?"
"Well many students have dropped out because they don't feel motivated and don't want it shown on national television," he began, Ritsuka rolling his eyes at the curious tone he continued. "They had to restructure everything last minute."
"Well, it seems like most people are seeing if they want to go to I-Expo or Chaldea Fest,' Ritsuka grunted. "Most heroes only go to the Sports Festival to scout talent for Sidekicks. We seek something for all types of people, heroes or no," he shrugged. "Besides...the hero student only event...well that is something very special we have planned."
"I see that even if it is last minute you always seem to have a plan," David smiled before it fell at the dead and desparigging look of the director.
"You never get used to it," he bemoaned as the others stifled laughter. "So you need to get used to dealing with it...even as much as you despise it," he whimpered as the rest merely shrugged their heads in despair.
"I….I see," he coughed before turning to leave. "The Sports festival will be starting next week, I hope that you will come watch it with us," he offered, the Director humming before he sighed.
"Sorry, but that thing is not my cup of tea," he shrugged. "I am more inclined to simply waste my days away without the unneeded fanfare."
"I remember….you said you preferred the olympics than the sports festival?"
"They were simple, to the point and they determined things based on strength, determination and drive," Ritsuka shrugged again. "I like the things of old," he huffed, leaning back. "I find them simpler and...easier to deal with in the end. Quirks just make things needlessly complicated in a way that just makes things seemingly impossible."
'I guess...but don't you think quirks have made the world so much safer," he smiled, eyes closed as he thought of the possibilities, not even seeing the horrid scowl on Fujimaru's face.
"Hmm," was all he offered, his face dark as the thought of Quriks sent him into another mood.
"I will see you during the sweeps of the labs then," David asked more that stated, but he knew the answer.
"Indeed."
David left with a nod, and not a moment too soon before a call penetrated the air.
"Yes," Ritsuka answere, not even looking at the name on the phone. He knew everyone's voices by heart.
"Hey, boss," Izo hummed, no doubt smoking as he rested against an alley wall. "I'm here in Hosu at the moment. Hero Killer is here."
"I see, and you're calling, why?"
"Call off the rest of them. Ryoma, Fumma, Danzo, everyone," he laughed. "I want to fight him myself."
"You know I will not be able to call off Hijikata, correct?" Ritsuka couldn't help the raised brow. "Carmilla won't be able to leave Germany for a while."
'Relocate him under the pretense of the Hero Killer being in the place you pick," was the careless answer Ritsuka received. "Come on master. I've been good, better than some of the others." Ritsuka could practically see the ears and tail on the man as he begged to be let loose.
"You're just reinforcing my thought of you being a puppy you know," Ritsuka sighed as Izo sputtered.
'Oi," he growled before he sighed. "Please, I need this. I need to end the other man's slaying."
"He doesn't even know of your legend," Ritsuka informed him, before he shook his head. "I will only agree if you allow Erice and Saitou with you."
"That shinsengumi bastard I get, but why the girl," Izo demanded.
"Because I think she will benefit from a fight with someone like Stain," Ritsuka commented, leaning back. "I also need her to ask him something for me. You missed the meeting on the Hero killer because you got drunk and vomited all over the place-"
"OKAY, OKAY,' Izo yelped as Ritsuka held a chuckle back. "I get it! I'll make sure little miss Erice comes along.
"That's all I ask...and try not to kill the man," Ritsuka reminded. "He might be worth something in terms of information or even mana extraction. That and you still are on thin ice from the last incident with Takafuki Ryuuto."
"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know," he sighed, he still felt bad about it. But he didn't let it weigh heavily on him. "His quirk is going to be a bastard to work around though," Izo grunted. "We can't risk him drinking our blood at all, and you know how prone we are to getting hurt…"
"There are also the unknown effects it has on a human," Ritsuka felt a headache coming along as he thought about all that could go wrong. "Just fuck him up, would you?"
"On it boss," he could hear Izo's grin before he ended the call and Ritsuka slumped in his chair.
'Fucking fanatics," he gurnted and they let him have that. They really couldn't blame him, after all this world was full of things they understood and things they did not.
ATHENS, GREECE
"Tch, this sucks," Achilles sighed as he sailed through the air. "I hate how they keep trying to stop me when I try and help."
"It doesn't help that you defaced a national monument," Odysseus sighed as he sat beside his friend. "I thought that Chiron's teachings would have stuck and you would LEAVE. THEM. ALONE."
"Sorry, sorry," he grunted, looking up further to the sky. "It's...just, their thinking is flawed in a sense."
"So is ours,' Odysseus scoffed, looking down below as people watched. "We as heroes...heroes of history do not think like other people Achilles."
The Rider of the Trojan war remained silent as his friend continued.
"Most of us are not even human in a sense. A majority of the Japanese servants are half humans at best or where former humans," he explained. "Me and you? We where chosen by the gods to preform wonderful feats of gloary and valor, even if some of us might have been human at one point...we all lost it in the end."
"So what," Achilles demanded. "So what if we are a bit different. It doesn't mean that people all deserve a second chance! That we should allow them a second chance!"
"I am not saying that either," his voice was full of warning as they began their descent to the Chaldean Facility in Greece. "I am merely saying that we must be conscious, especially now, of how we conduct ourselves."
"Ah. I see that young Achilles has acted out again," Europa asked as she approached ontop her smile was serene but her eyes where filled with fear of what backlash they might face.
"He was about too, but I ended up intervening," Odysseus assured her.
"Ah, many thanks," she sighed in relief, smiling to the both of them before ushering them in. "I am glad that we will not have another incident on our hands-"
"It's bad enough that our master is gaining bad popularity," Atalanta's voice rang through the air as she dropped down from the rafters. "But some of the decisions he's making…"
'Why do you think he's sending out me and Odysseus huh," Achilles scoffed as he ran a hand through his hair. "He knows that you guys don't like it. But in the end we need resoruces and cleaning house isn't too bad."
"I know that," she snapped before her ears flattened. "He's becoming something very different from what he once was."
"Hey, Atalanta," Hektor spoke up as he finished off his cigarette. "I think you need to come to terms with reality."
"What," she snapped. 'Are you saying Prince of Troy?"
"I think your still caught up on the Master that we both met in Okeanos," he began, stretching with a groan, murmuring about his old body.
"Master was a young boy that was faced with tough choices-"
"That he was fully conscious in his choosing," Hektor reminded her. "He has been doing this for damn near a decade. He knows the choices and consequences go hand in hand. That whatever he choses will hurt someone else and he has to be okay with that."
'How can you condone his actions," Atalanta demanded, hair raising as she thought of her now cold master.
"I'm not saying I fully support him going crazy like this," he raised his hands in defeat. "But I understand what he is doing. He needs to do this, just like he needed to do things in the Singularities and Lostbelts."
'We are in no danger of vanishing! Not now," she scoffed.
"Sis," Achilles went to stop her, only to be met with an arrow to the face.
"I can't stand this! Our master has closed himself off from us," she cried out, looking pained as the memories of Okeanos began to flood her memory. "I failed! I keep failing to protect innocent children from this damned bloodshed and now Master is on the path to becoming a monster!"
"We all knew this was going to happen, but we couldn't stop it," Hektor told her, making her tears well uop further. "In the end this was the only path that he could go down."
"Shut up! Your wrong!"
"Atalanta...even you know deep down" Hektors eyes where cold as he stared into hers. "His change...was absolute."
"You...your wrong. So shut your mouth...there is still a chance to bring him back,' she whispered.
'I doubt that," Hektor sighed as his brother called to him from the end of the hall. "But it's a nice thought."
"Heed my words First Prince of Troy! Master can and will be saved! I will make up for my sins of not stopping nor noticing it! Even if I have to bear the burden alone I will save him," Atalanta proclaimed
"Sis...don't burden yourself. We all knew this was going to happen, we just chose to close our eyes to it," Achilles murmured, placing a hand on her shoulder before steppiung back as she slapped him away.
"Well! What do you think," she demanded.
"I don't think we should dwell on this too lone. We have a lot to do before we end up back in Antarictica."
"You think master wil cave to their demands," She scoffed, eyes narrowed as Achilles sighed.
"Sis...this world...wants something we cannot provide. We are greedy. Greedy and prideful tothe point that they want to pummel us into the ground. And maybe they have a right, maybe we are in the wrong," he explained. "A hero is naturally greedy and naturally prideful for all they have done. We can't change who we are, we can't change what we expect from people. But we can follow our lord-"
'Silence," she hissed. "Leave me."
"I only want you to understand," he explained, moving to leave as she stood in the entrance of the hanger, hearing the cries of
"MONSTER!"
"MURDERER!"
"WANNABES!"
"GET LOST YOU LOSERS!"
"YOU SHOULD BE IN PRISON!"
"Shut your mouths...what do you all know," she whispered, a single tear running down her face.
JAPAN
"Darling," Mae whispered to her husband as they laid on the ground. "Do...do you think Kota will be alright?"
Hiro stared at her, one eye closed due to all the blood gushing from his forehead.
"I..don't know," his voice was scratchy as the ground shook.
He was coming.
"I love you," Mae reached her hand out for his own, the man gasping hers with all the might he had left in his weakening body as he gave her a final smile.
"You two know how much shit I have had to go through just to evaded you fuckers," Muscular growled as he approached the two limp figures. "Now I can end you and live on asd I fucking please!"
The shadow of his enlarged hand appeared over them and they could only close their eyes for their impending doom before something rang through the air.
'Chirp, Chirp'
The...cry of a Sparrow?
"ARRGH," Muscular yelled out as his wrist was slashed. She stepped back, grabbing the appendages as a flash through the air come toward him and got his shoulder. The again for his thigh, then the back of his quads. Then his ankles.
He fell to the ground with a screams as the cuts began to gush more and more blood.
"The fuck!"
"Chirp, chirp. What a disgusting young man," a young voice spoke as the two looked up.
"A..Chaldean hero," Hiro coughed as she sheathed her blade and glowered at Muscular.
"If I had my way that disgusting tongue of yours would be gone to! But cruel and unusual punishment is forbidden, chirp," she sighed as another woman approached.
"Oi, Beni," her rough voice sounded wonderful to the water hose duo as they realized they where there to help. "What should we do about him?"
"I think he deserves some punishment, chirp," she glowered at Muscular who screamed at them about them cutting his Achilles tendon. "I think you have an idea of what I want Chirp."
"Got it," her eyes turned into a beautiful multicolor and she pulled out a simple tanto blade. "Let's see how much havoc you can cause when your half blind."
"HA! You'll still get thrown in jail just like-MEEEEEARRRGHHH," Muscular yelled out as Shiki cut a line through the air, the Water Hose duo watching as red string, cut in half, fall to the ground.
"Who said anything about maiming you personally," she smirked. "I can simply kill the life in that eye of yours without even touching you. And who'd even tell anyone," she smirked as Muscular continued to flail about on the ground.
"Chrip, chirp...I'm still not done," Beni hummed as she approached. "Deal with the Water Hose Duo."
"Right," Shiki nodded, sheathing her blade as she approached them effectively blocking their view of what Beni was doing to Muscular.
They could still hear his screams.
'Now,' Shiki sighed, crouching down before them. "Let; get you healed and back to your son," she smiled as they fell into a blissful unconscious.
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