2 Days after USJ - U.A medical ward - Private room
Two heteromorphic eyes snap open and their owner snaps up, his fists raised to defend himself, his breath going hard because of the adrenaline shock. He looks around.
White. Clean. Strange tools and instruments, this place was obviously a hospital room , or something similar but more private judging by the secured windows and the handcuffs on the side of the beds.
But more importantly... was he safe? The fact that he wasn't strapped onto a bed was a point to yes, but then again he could just be underestimated.
"Easy, young man. Calm... everything is alright. You just had a bad dream." A old female voice talks gently to him and he looks to the side and down and sees a very small old woman with a giant syringe as a walking stick, a gentle smile on her face and Roberu remembers.
"Right! A bad dream." Roberu falls back onto the bad and presses a hand against his eyes to stop the last bit of tremors and adrenalins in his body. He was safe. Has been safe for two days now and his family notified. He was only here to be observed and because-
He looks over to the other bed in the room and the two figures on and beside it.
On the bed lays a thin man with long black hair, though on large strain of his hair has been dyed a strange silver for some reason. There were deep shadows beneath his eyes and he had the complexion of a longtime sick person, or someone in a deadly accident. His upper body was bare and heavily bandaged, multiple gadgets connected to his chest and informing the doctor of every miniscule change in his body. A weak heartbeat was displayed. 'Eraserhead...'
Roberu can distinctly remember the hero from years ago when he saved his life! He despaired when he heard from some of the students that their teacher died, oly to find out that they must have been mistaken, thankfully!
Though from his injuries it was easy to see why they thought different...
Roberu clenches the bedsheets in a powerless grip and watches the other person at the bed.
The man has long blond unkempt hair and tired green eyes, his eyebags almost as deep as the other mans. He had a two strange blips of beard on his upper lip and he looked completely miserable.
Roberu never cared much about Present Mic to be honest and he seemed like a completely different hero from Eraserhead, much greater the shock to find out they were married!
"Shouta..." Hizashi takes one hand of his husband and strokes his face with the other with infinite gentleness. Roberu looks away, feeling like an intruder. Once more he curses his own useless power!
He would have gladly used his quirk to help his hero recover, the resulting backlash a small price to pay, but sadly he could not influence Eraserhead, or Aizawa Shouta in any way. He was immune after all.
In the background the doctor types away at her computer that was connected to some gadget that held two samples of something or other and frowns.
Shy types a bit and frowns more. She turns around and looks at the unconscious Eraserhead and turns back and types some more. The result did not seem to change and she slams her fists on the table.
*BAM*
Both Roberu and Hizashi jump and turn to her, Hizashi was immediately concerned that something was wrong with Shouta. "Granny!?" He asks with a voice hoarse from underuse.
Recovery Lady shakes her head tiredly and rubs her stinging hands. Haa... nothing you can help with." She turns her chair around and watches them for a moment. "Did you perhaps see Eraserhead or the gate villain before they were moved from USJ?" she asks the hero, but also the civilian.
Roberu answers first. "I only saw the gate villain alive, same for Eraserhead. Uhm! I mean! I didn't mean to say-!" The adults wave away his concern, understanding that his poor choice of words was not intended like that.
"Can you describe him?" Chiyo asks him.
"He was tall and..." He lifts his arms and waves them around. "Undefined... I guess? His body was seemingly made from this purple black fog , but he had hands and wore shoes, but he also could expand his body like a cloud! He... did not seem human..." The young man admits to the heroes.
Chiyo nods, but doesn't explain. She turns to Hizashi who was gathering strength from the look of things. When he starts speaking it is in a low monotone that betrays no feelings.
"I only saw the villain in a bodybag. His body was strangely small and mutilated as if someone experimented on him and there was less left than with what you started. I can only guess that it was a result of his quirk collapsing..." He shrugged his arms and you know that he did not really give a shit about some random villain right now.
"Sh- Eraserhead was treated nearby. He had a large wound in his stomach, about the size of my fist... There was so much blood and I think I saw..." Hizashi could no longer continue and turned away, Roberu could just make out drops of fluid falling on the bed before he turns away.
Chiyo's eyes narrow. 'A hole the size of your fist, eh?' Turning to once again watch the test results on her computer she sighs and addresses Hizashi.
"Hizashi I'm sorry to ask this of you, but staying coped up in here is not good for you and I have something for you to do." She takes the two samples and makes them ready for transport.
"But Shouta-!" "Would hate for you to see him like this!" She interrupts his protest. From the way he flinched he knew she was right. After a last long glance at his heart he sighs and shuffles over to the doctor.
"Take this to the 'Hero Archive' and let them make a DNA test. And clean yourself up while you can, also, be a dear and send over Nemuri, would you?" She asks gently before noticing his curious look at the samples."DO NOT CHECK THE RESULTS ALONE! You hear me? ABSOLUTELY NOT!" She lays all the authority her old body can produce in her voice and nods in satisfaction when the young hero salutes her in his shock.
"You can come back once you freshened up and got the results." She tells his retreating back.
"A-are the results that dangerous?" Roberu could not help but ask.
"For anyone else? No, completely useless. For Hizashi? Absolutely devastating." She sees the young man blanching expression and waves him down. "Maybe not quite that strong, but highly agitating at least." She explains as she checks her computer. Hizashi was on the way out and Midnight has been notified and should be on her way soon. Good.
"What could possibly be so worrying about a DNA test?" Roberu thinks for a moment and then adds in a nervous tone. "They're not related, are they?" He asks with a shaky smile, no way was that villain in any way connected to Eraserhead!
"Well... That has become something much harder to answer. But maybe our patient can answer our questions?" Chiyo rises her voice and addresses the body of Aizawa, which, to Roberus great shock, actually opens its eyes and stares at her darkly.
"What gave it away, Baba (Granny)?!" His voice was completely unlike the tired, but gentle tone he could remember from years ago. There was a strange atypical energy to it, together with a haughty tone. Like a prince talking to a peasant. Even the 'granny', which was teasing in Hizashis case, held a contempt meant for the old and weak. A smug grin form on Aizawas face unlike any before.
"Hizashi spoke of a hole the size of a mans fist in your chest, which correlates with your wounds and your bloodloss. Strange that I never saw any hole in your skin - whoever you are." Chiyo jumps out of the chair with energy belying her old age and takes place in front of Roberu. "Besides the machines monitoring your status are giving me all the information I need. It wasn't hard to guess that you were playing possum after a while."
The person in Aizaways body smiles wide and throws of the blanket and rips off the bandages- revealing unblemished skin and perfectly defined steelhard muscles. Aizawa was always trained and fit, but never like this. Sweat was gathering on Chiyo's brow, this did not look good.
The stranger checks Chiyo's stance up and down. 'Regenerative quirk, useless! Too old...' Or was it her body!?
The stranger notices the gaze of Roberu on himself and addresses the boy. "And who are you?" he asks mockingly, aware that he held all the power in this room.
Roberu gulps heavily as his brain starts working in overdrive. Whoever this was... It was NOT Eraserhead.
So, who was it? Was it Kurogiri? Was it Aizawa influenced by some quirk? Or was it something completely different!?
He did not know. What he DID know where two things.
1. He was in danger. Those eyes held a promise of violence.
2. He was a liability. The heroes could not act freely with him as a potential hostage.
The only solution? Take himself out of the equation.
Roberu takes a deep breath and hopes desperately that whoever occupies Aizawa's body right now shares not in his immunity.
"I'm NOBODY to YOU." The full force of his quirk impacts the stranger and he almost sacks in relief when he feels it take hold. "HACK!" Only to collapse in pain as the backlash hits, he had maybe enough vitality for one command, most likely only an idea before his own life was endangered and he lost consciousness - for good.
The stranger in Aizawa's body scoffs. "A Nobody, eh? Well that is certainly true! No need to waste my time with the likes of you then." And he turns and grabs a shirt lying to the side. The black shirt clings to his trained body like a second skin, was Aizawa always so buff or was he actively growing!?
Chiyo immediately understood what Roberus plan was and jumps away from his side to stand in front of the door instead. With a hand signal she tells him to stand back. Midnight should be here any minute!
"Get out of my way granny! I'm kind of in a hurry here! I have been granted some time due to good fortune on my side and it would be the height of foolishness to waste this golden opportunity! So scram!" He orders the veteran hero.
"Don't count me out because of my age, yet! I'm still a hero!" With those words Recovery girl grabs her syringe and jumps on the enemy, intending to drug him and take him out.
*WHAM* *CRACK*
Quick as lightning Aizawa's leg crashes into her airborne form and pounds her frail body into the wall, where she collapses in a heap and doesn't move.
"RECOVERY GIRL!" Roberu rushes over to her crumbled form and checks her vitals, not daring to move her carelessly. ...SHE WASN'T BREATHING! He lays an ear on her back. ba... bump...ba...bump... Her heartbeat wes very weak! Without help she WILL die! In a panic Roberu looks around for something to help, but despite being in the best place for this to happen - the medical ward- he had no idea where everything was, no to mention the experience to use it! He may have worked voluntarily in a hospital, but he wasn't shown anything beyond the most basic first aid yet! He notices that that the stranger inhabiting Aizawas body was about to leave.
"STOP! You can't leave!" Roberu remembers that whatever is controlling Eraserheads body right now was a very good healer! "You have to heal her! She is going to die!" He pleads.
The conscience behind Aizawa's body makes him pull a face as if he just stepped in something disgusting or smelled something unpleasant.
"I really don't know where some nobody like you get's the notion that he may speak to me, but that doesn't matter right now. Do you REALLY think that I would give up this convenient form for some old bint about to kick it?! Start shoveling her grave if you want to be helpful, but shut the fuck up! I don't have the time to waste with useless things." And he turns around.
But Roberu saw something...
Aizawas arm was shaking and at the tip of his finger something was gathering, some kind of orange liquid. Whatever was inhabiting Eraserheads body was instinctively trying to heal! Or at least Roberu was hoping that was what it meant. The alternative was that Aizawas body was rejecting the possession and slowly degrading.
Deciding that the former was more likeable by the look of his trained form Roberu decided to gamble both the life of Recovery girl and his own. He gathered all of his reserves and prepared for his possibly last command. 'This is gonna hurt...' Acknowledging his fate with a last lament Roberu pulls the trigger.
"YOU CANNOT KILL!" Roberu feels the command take effect and flees into the void as his insides start to shred themself.
"HNRGH! WHAT?!" Unlike the previous commands Aizawa's body was shaking as if stabbed and for a moment orange liquid starts exiting from Aizawas every orifice. The orange liquid shakes and wobbles as if electrified, but ultimately returns to Aizawas body. "Hah! Hah! Hah!" The stranger pants as if he had run a marathon and looks at the source of his 'problem'.
That damn brat that wouldn't shut up! His eyes narrow as he sees blood flow from his eyes and ears and he smiles momentarily before the shaking starts again and his arm lifts without his command and more orange liquid gathers at his finger tips. The mind behind Aizawa's body comes to the correct conclusion.
"That damn brat cursed me! NRGH! I don't have time!" Giving up on figuring a way out for the moment he goes over and stabs a finger in the body of the young man and the old lady. The blood stops flowing from the former and after a series of snaps the latter breaths again and looks much better. A short manipulation of their body shows that he can keep them unconscious without problem, but any attempt to build in something 'unpleasant' is met with resistance. Too bad.
The entity decides that he wasted enough time and goes to the drip next to his bed and rips open a bag of liquid and downs it like the original owner of this body would down a juice pack.
He finds and 'drinks' another and finally leaves the room, thankful that what he dreads has not happened and that no alarm was ringing yet.
In Nedzus office the now silent alarm that marks a 'wounded teacher moving' was ringing in an empty office. Once Nedzu returns in ten minutes it will take him an embarrassingly long 2.5 seconds to remember that All Might was not on campus yet and another 10 minutes to check the videos and five minutes to notify Ectoplasm of the emergency.
Leaving the entity with almost half an hour to do some damage.
The clock was ticking...
'Aizawa' was leaving the medical ward in direction of the main campus, his objective more likely to be found amongst more people.
"Sensei!" A young female voice rings out and makes him stop. He turns around with a charming smile. "Yes?" He tilts his head and gives her his full attention while he subtly checks her out. The young student meanwhile was confused by the normally so grumpy sensei's smile. And what is with his hair? Was he always so jacked!?
'A bit young... would need work. Small hips, but tits are good. Unless something better shows up...-'
"Shouta? Do you have a minute?" Midnight asks of her 'friend' as she gently motions for the student to carry on.
'Jackpot!' A wide charming smile grows on the impostors face and Nemuri's eyes narrow, but she smiles back.
"Shouta, could you come with me? I need your help with something." And she points behind her at one of the empty rooms of the medical ward.
'Getting better and better!' Both walk into the room, 'Aizawa' in front and Midnight in the back.
Once inside Midnight locks the door and pulls out her whip, the impostor cocks an eyebrow and his smile turns more seducing.
"I don't think i have the time for that, but I like your enthusiasm!" He steps closer and puts an arm around her waist. "Maybe next time, Nemuri~" He did not find anything about a relationship, but he easily found her identity and name. Mentally shrugging that he must have missed something he went with the flow.
Midnight wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his head closer to her breast, then she whispers in his ear. "There won't be a next time, whoever you are!" And she hits him with a full dose of her pheromones and pushing him away-
Or at least she tried to. Aizaways body did not move. "What?" Midnight tries once again to push of the male body clinging to her, but his grip was too strong. At least he was knocked out.
"That's a real nice ability you have, mon cher~." Nemuri's heart almost stops when the impostor starts talking. "What!? How are you awake!? What are you!? -MPF!" Her storm of questions was interrupted by the impostors mouth on her and him forcing his tongue inside. For a moment she locks up, but then she bites down HARD.
Instead of letting go as she hoped the Impostors eyes laugh at her and she bites harder, mentally apologizing to Shouta, and severes the tongue. Blood fills her mouth and she unwittingly swallows some. He finally lets her go.
Disgusted and horrified she spits out the bitten off peace of tongue and watches as he catches the part and puts it back in his mouth, afterwards he licks his lips and winks at her. She swallows to stop herself from vomiting, swallowing more blood.
"What are you!? Who are you? What did you do with Shoutas body!?" she asks the impostor.
He smiles and points at his chest. "Haha! This is his body! But it is ME! DIO! Who is in control." He answers in a pompous voice as if everyone should know him by name alone.
Nemuri wrecks her brain, but she cannot recall any villain or even mention of a 'Dio', shelving that for later she continues her questions. "What do you want?"
Dio steps back and sits on the bed, amused and Nemuri braces herself for - something?- but nothing happens so she holds up her guard and waits for his answer.
"What I want... is a body." the villain answers finally.
Midnights hands clench in anger as she reminds him. "You already have one, don't you?" And she points at her friends body.
"Sadly this will only be temporary and time is ticking without regard for my feelings." He speaks in a grandiose manner as if on stage, was she supposed to be sorry for him!? But still she could not help but cheer that her friend was not yet lost. "Then what is your plan? Why did you- NGH~ AAHHN~" Nemuri is interrupted as her lower body clenches and she was assaulted by irresistible waves of sheer lust. She has never felt so horny in her life. 'Did I just ... cum!?' Nemuri was knowledgeable in the manners of all kinds of pleasure, but right now she was going mad as she clenches again and she was dripping so hard it was looking like she wet herself.
"Seems about time." Dio observes, uncaring of the immensely attractive female figure squirming in desire. He does not act or show any interest when she begins ripping of her costume because the heat was too much, does not beat a whimper when she starts touching herself because she could not stand another second without any contact. He just watches as the R-rated hero goes mad and debases herself in front of him.
All those things where not his objective and only one thing manages to arouse his interest.
"How- HNGH~ - When- AAAHHNNN~ - ! The blood! Mmmm~" Her words were starting to make no sense and more and more only moans rang out, but she had still enough of her self to recognize when he got her.
"Correct!" The orange liquid was coming out of his eyes and mouth and Nemuri watches in horror as it wriggles in the air. "'I' am already inside you! Preparing your body and making sure everything goes smoothly." The villain laughs at his bad pun. He slowly starts taking off his clothes and once naked he sits on the edge of the bad, he is flaccid, but his demeanour is fit for a king on his throne.
Midnights addled brain finally understood his plan as her own body was desperately craving for it. "Y-you waAHN~t to- MMMMM~" Aizawas body was not cleaned past his wounds in the last two days and the male stench assaulting Nemuri's nose right now was not helping the situation.
"I want to breed you." Dio declares. "Not impregnate you, not knock you up, not make love. I will bind you down and breed you like a filthy sow and I will only start once you beg me to do it." He tells her and sits still, waiting for her to give up her pride, as a woman, as a teacher and as a hero.
Nemuri fights with everything that she has, but the truth was that without Roberus earlier command she would have already popped a blood vessel and become literally mad with lust. All she was achieving right now was giving him more time to adapt her.
Finally her will breaks and she falls on her knees. Immediately Dio is more interested and he shows a reaction as she crawls closer.
Nemuri bites her lip until it bleeds as she sits on the ground in front of his arousal, but her lip seals itself and no more tears drop and her last bit of pride shatters ass she lifts her head, kissed his manhood and pleads. "Please breed me, Master."
"Well said, Mother." He throws her on the bed and impales her with one thrust, making her moan in pain, but even more pleasure. He pumps away, not interested in anything that happens to her, not even his own pleasure, but only to spread his seed inside her and form it to his will.
Nemuri meanwhile can only lay there and moan as she experience pleasure beyond pleasure. Like being injected with the most potent drug, times ten. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she feels another orgasm wreck her body and she knows deep inside her that something has forever changed.
Finally, thankfully, regretfully, she can feel him shooting his seed and collapsing like a puppet with cut strings.
At once she can feel the pleasure ebb and her brain slowly return to normal. Still shaking from the immense pleasure she kicks him off and hugs her legs to her body as she shakes in hysteria.
Already she can feel the wretched beast manipulating her body and womb and a small bump has already formed.
New panic floods her. Was he intending for her to birth him right now!?
Suddenly the presence vanishes as if she was never there.
As she looks in disbelief down at her small baby bump the door gets busted in and multiple clones of Ectoplasm, Snipe and Nedzu storm inside.
The clones rush Aizawa's body and chain him up with quirk blocker as more gently clad her in a sheet and comfort her. Nedzu steps closer and blankly watches her for a moment.
Aware of what she did and what happened, even out of her control as it was, she averts her eyes in shame. Nedzu closes his eyes and bows to her. "I'm sorry." Then he holds up a pair of quirk suppressors to her.
For a moment Nemuri, is hurt. Enraged. HOW DARE-!? And then she nods and clips them on of her own will, and she sags together with the knowledge that she is no longer controlled.
-somewhere else-
"HURGH! Oh god... Why did you have to be right Kacchan? URKS. This was even worse than the first time." Midoriya Izuku was hanging over the sink in his bathroom, his nose running, his eyes red with tears and spit flowing from his mouth. Behind him Katsuki looks away.
"Of course I'm right!" He looks like he would have preferred the opposite "And of course it's worse! You weren't fighting for your life this time! No adrenalin to sooth the pain!" He explains.
From the back Kirishima pipes in. "Some people choke themself to get off, you know." He says while looking at all the All Might branded bathing utensils. The others look at him as if he grew another head and Katsuki explodes.
"Why the fuck do YOU know that!?" He roars.
Kirishima turns away, red-faced and mumbles something unintelligible.
Izuku turns back to the sink. "At least we finally managed to call you back. - Why are you orange now? Dio?"
The now brightly orange colored slime glares up at his 'master' in hate. 'So close...' before turning more positiv as he gets crammed into another sports bottle. 'Maybe next time...
My time will come Ha Ha Ha...'