DISCLAIMER: Since my left arm got broken and deformed, my mangaka career got screwed; so, I delegated it to the depressed guy (Horikoshi) who is fucking lazy (he fucking uses an invisible character to not draw).
DISCLAIMER x2: I do not own the master piece that I use to lead a little part of this chapter.
Don't you dare to say it.
Yeah, it's like... a LOT of time since I've published something. Why's that? Well... it's too much to explain it at the very beginning, so I'm going to let it at the end of the chapter.
What's up with this story? It's about a random guy (not the good one) that has mental powers... What? That's all.
FAQ:
OC? For now, only two, the main character and an old man.
OC's personality? Y'all know Ichigo? Of course you do, because he's fucking cool (even if he's deus ex machina-man) and my character is going to be a little lot like him.
Quirk? Mental powers (I would explain it better at the end).
Harem? I don't know, by now I want only one.
Waifu/Waifus? I like Kyoka.
R18? Well... since my story (at the end of the chapter) has bad things, guess I should choose the M.
Yaoi? Nope... wait, now y'all are going to know why I (truly) don't like yaoi (at the end of the chapter)!
Gore? Not so much.
Oh, I also use a song for this chapter, so I ask you to hear it while reading it. What's the song? Keep reading and you will see it. It's the first time I do this, so... I'm pretty sure it's shit.
Also, the image I've choose for this fanfic is Daniel Park (박형석)'s body (those who read the comic would know what it means) main character of Lookism (one of the best comics from WebToon).
Remember, Night Scarf it's not a natural English-talker, so there's a LOT of mistakes that I'm sure you'll to notice. If you see any issue that I made, write me a lovely review telling to seppuku myself with a banana.
Well, I think that's all. Have a nice read day and welcome to my confessi- I mean, welcome to Jurassic P... Crap, welcome to this shit (fanfic). Have a nice read day.
IMPORTANT:
"Nice ass!" = Character talking.
"Hello Kyoka… wait, wrong order." = Character thoughts
[SLAP] = SFX
'Stupid pervert!' = Seishin's mind reading ability
How to be a hero for a vigilant attempt: Chapter 0 "A test"
Why he was here?
Oh, yeah. That…
But it wasn't so bad anyways. They still breathe so… Or maybe it's for the man with both arm broken; the half-dead; his bad-look face; or something that stupid as well. At least, there's always a way to know…
'What's this expedient? Suspect of vigilantism, refuse to authority, trespassing, vandalism… Why this brat isn't through bars or at least on a correctional?'
The amount of words filled his head in a surrounded echo. Suppressing a sigh, the adolescent take a look of the man who enter to the interrogation room. His appearance seem really tired, the white shirt was almost unbutton and his pants where very close to fall. Maybe thirty or thirty five.
"So kid, do you know why y're here?" The man asked with a hand crossing his blond hair.
Taking another look of the man, his eyes got a little fun.
"Well, I don't do anything wrong today so…" He said with his natural dare look surrounding the room, stopping a little at the mirror.
"That's where ya're wrong kid." The words still really tired "You, little brat, did vigilant activities and obstruction; have luck to be alive."
'Brat these days. No respect to no one.'
A little smile get his face.
"Well, better than let a bunch of hero smelling his own beautiful ass… Well, Mt Lady's beautiful ass." The memory of the enormous and glamorous ass filled his head at the time he airs himself.
A funny sigh was dropped by the man.
"You think this' funny, don't ya? This is serious shit; you put not just yourself in danger but also the others." His hand smacked the table.
"No, if I record well, no hero tried to do anything but keep waiting for a better quirk; then a brave kid run through the barrier and tried to save the brat who almost burn the shit out the shop place. So tell me, what did the heroes do?" He get up and pointed the table like showing his mind "Exactly, nothing. Eventually I get pissed off and, with no use of my quirk, I beat the shit out of the fucking mug man." He look at the man in his eyes.
Being a pussy with this guy isn't going to work, so there was only one way… which actually work.
"Oh, we got a warrior here." A smirk took the man face.
'A hero aspirant, eh?'
"You can call it like that, but due my knowledge, no quirk equal to no crime." He got this, unless…
"Know what brat? I like ya" The man say with a really big smile "But the heroes have a big ego."
Unless that.
"So I can't help you; I'm here just for protocol, the real one is coming." He said with a sigh.
Yep, this was exactly what he was waiting.
Then an elegant man opens the door.
"Sorry by the late, there's bad traffic." The elegant man took his hat and let it on the table "Thank you for your service."
The tired man gave him a last smile until getting up.
'Has potential...' The man thought while leaving the room.
"Potential?"
With a little sigh, the brown-haired man took a sit.
"So, how are you feeling today?" The man asked with a smile.
'Looks like waiting back the mirror was a good idea.'
It take a lot of self-control to not clap at his simple but smart thought.
"I had betters." He answer while taking a look of the man's appearance.
A brown overcoat over a white shirt with a grey vest, black dress pants and, due the noise, dress shoes. His eyes were sharp, the nose greed and the lips quite small. All the man's appearance surrounded the word "Detective".
"I guess so!" The man let a friendly laugh "Oh, I am Tsukauchi Naomasa by the way."
"Seishin Ryoku." He dropped to keep reading detective's mind.
'Not a talk boy, don't you?'
Without lose the smile, Tsukauchi kept asking "So, you know why you are here?"
He nodded.
"Then help me to know; tell me your version."
Taking a sip of the soda can, the black haired boy walked trough the alley. His clothes have dust and some water drops courtesy the forest he use to go. That was the only place where he could breath normally. Now he was here again.
'That stupid didn't pay me!'
'I'm late, damn!'
'Such a big ass.'
'This guy's eyes are scary.'
The surrounding voices filled the shopping area of the city. His head get down trying to not focus on them, but only getting more burned-out than before. Even the time didn't do anything to improve his endurance, it just made it more bearable.
'So expensive!'
'Nice legs.'
'Stupid train...'
To endure people's shit was something he always hated, but at least, he had the music to help him. Putting on his headphones, he took the old MP4 and run on the music.
《 RHINO: TALKING WITH HEADS-PSYCHO KILLER (Official Audio) RHINO》
The sound of the old band overpowered every inch of voices in the air. His lips let a little smile at the time his head was rising. Now he kept his way home with no more than desire to never reach the destination.
"I can't seem to face upon the facts"
The feel of the lyrics burned onto his lips' muscle memory made them move with the words.
"I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax"
A wind of something which was off made him stop.
"I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire"
[EXPLOSION]
The air filled with dust and ashes that made the people cough at the sight of the smoke in the street.
"Don't touch me I'm a real live wire"
The people began to get loud at the constant boom which was penetrating his headphones.
"EVERYONE BE CAREFUL!" A strong voice call to the calm.
A blue-dressed hero jump from the and landed on the ground. His face was covered by a wooden mask with a yellow part on the forehead that seems to be part of his face. A grot belt on his worked-look stomach and also wooden arms and bots.
"DO NOT GET NEAR TO THE VILLAIN!"
"Psycho killer"
He took a look of the problem.
"What is that?/Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
A blond-ash adolescent who was trapped on a two eyed mug. His smoked hands dropping explosions everywhere with no care.
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
Even the look of the scared boy did nothing against his own. His face didn't had any sight of mercy. Just obviously boredom.
"The heroes can deal with it."
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh"
He turned himself and began to walk away.
"Psycho killer"
'KACCHAN!?'
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
A scared mind thought made he stop.
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
But only for a few seconds until getting on his way. There was nothing to worry about…
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh"
"The heroes can deal with him. It's not my problem; they're the heroes, so…"
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
'Why is no one helping!?'
More voices began to surpass the music.
'They're waiting for someone with a better quirk, so there's nothing to do.'
'We need a hero!'
'IT'S MY FAULT'
All the mental-screams made his head hurt at every step.
"You start a conversation you can't even finish it"
The indifference began to bite his back head.
"Everything is okay; a hero is going to come."
"You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything"
His feet got faster at the ominous feel of the helpless thoughts. Again, it wasn't it wasn't his problem.
"When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed"
His heart began to calm down at the silent now filling his head. A look to the sky made him want to tear for some reason he didn't want to know.
"Say something once, why say it again?"
"Why're the heroes doing nothing?" For once, the real voices surpassed the music.
"Psycho Killer"
His head nodes trying to avoid everything his heart said.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
[EXPLOSION]
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
He began to run. Faster than ever.
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh"
The fresh wind against his face got burned at his guilty mind.
'I NEED TO SAVE HIM!'
"Psycho Killer"
"Shut up…" His breath became words.
'KACCHAN!'
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
Without thinking, his hand grabbed its heart at the burning guiltiness that surpassed his body.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
"You seem like needing help!"
Again, he got trapped by his own mind.
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh oh"
Its feet stopped and his heart cried.
"AAAAAGH/Yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
He turned and looked at the smoke. His teeth clinched at the time he stepped forward.
"Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la"
The scars at his chest began to hurt and like blood painting it's body, memories came to his mind.
"Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MOM!" His throat screamed trying to hide the past
"Realisant mon espoir"
One look to the fire made him stop for a few seconds, until a random person made him take the first step. He kept his mind on it, getting faster at each step.
"Je me lance, vers la gloire, OK"
Until dashing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Running trough the crowd, the wrathful black-haired adolescent kept it's way forward. Throwing people out of his way like nothing and smashing everyone that tried to stop him.
"We are vain and we are blind"
Then a big hand got his shoulder. Looking back, a skinned blond man looked at him with burned-out blue eyes.
"You can't go, it's too dangerous!" His voice was strong as hell, but…
The black-haired boy looked at him making everything stop. He took off the hand and brought his face close to that of the decrepit man.
"I hate people when they're not polite/I hate people when they're not polite"
His hand crushed the surprisingly tough face of the man.
"Psycho Killer"
He kept forward to the fireman-hero. A look to his back made him smile.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
His hand grabbed the extinguisher.
"Lend me this."
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
"Wait!" The hero yelled "Give it back!"
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh"
Stepping forward against the explosions that kept its way through the air, his eyes looked at the mug.
"That's a face that even a mother couldn't love."
"Psycho Killer"
The mug looked at him. Its bloodshot eyes would make anyone to feel small, but the adolescent wasn't anyone.
"Another little hero?" A gross laugh got over the crackling fire "Join the team shithead." Its mug tentacle pointed at a kid that was lying on the ashy ground.
"A hero? Me?" He looked at the green kid.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"
"I'm not the hero here..."
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better"
He pointed the kid "This is your hero." The extinguisher pointed at the mug "And me?"
"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh oh!
"I'm just a music lover with a shitty luck."
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah oh!"
[EXPLOSION]
The now quiet room got really noisy at a laugh from the door. Both, the detective and Seishin, looked at the blond man that was barely dying by the laugh.
"I KNOW IT KID!" The man pointed him while trying to breath "Who needs hero like tha' when w'all got brave brats like ya!"
The man almost jumped over the detective.
"Tsukauchi!" His hand grabbed Tsukauchi's shoulders "Y'must to carry this brat to UA!" He yelled.
"Wait, what?"
UFF... That's all.
It's been a while since I write something, so I know it's shit. Oh, here comes my favorite chapter of writing fanfics... QUICK QUESTION-ANSWER TIME!
What the fuck with the name of the main character? It's the japanese way to say "Mental force" (精神力) or "Emotional force" (せいしん りょく) and... it kind sounds cool to me.
Are you retard or something (because of the music part)? Maybe a little.
Did Seishin punch All Might's face? Yep; and it was quite fun to write.
The mug part was too slow... (I don't know how I can put a question mark without making this shit look worse, so I'm just going to answer this self-review): I know; maybe one day I could fix it.
How could seishin hear all these sounds if he had headphones on? We'll see it soon.
Why's Tsukauchi recruiting Seishin? We'll see it soon (I swear).
What's coming between Izuku and Seishin? Not yaoi.
I guess that's all, so I let you with my shitty confession. Remember, if you like this shit (I really doubt that) you can follow and favorite the story (or me).
Have a nice night.
Well... since I screw kind of LOT of things up, my parents separated...
YEAH GUYS! WE DID IT! THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SCUM IS NO LONGER GOING TO BE AT MY HOUSE! HELL YEAH!
And now, he said that when my little sister (current 6 or 8 years old) reach 18 years old, he (and most of his shitty family) is going to take us out of the house. Oh, and also said that my grandma (my mom's mother) should die so we can take her house.
Now you can look it his way... AS HELL YOU CAN!
Let's sum up my life since I was 0. First, he wanted to abort this beautiful human attempt, but my mom said "THIS IS MY BOY!" and here I am. Then he took care of me and get a work instead of keep the school... which was going to drop anyway. Yes, he got a job and that, but then my little brother (currently 13 or 14 years old) was inside my mom's belly and guess what?
Yes, he wanted to abort.
But my mom said "AS HELL I'LL LET YOU DO THAT!" and now my brother is currently practicing guitar (he's quite good on it). Then... well, let's say thing wasn't going in the way he wanted, so... YES PEOPLE! He beat down my mom, but since she got two kids, she couldn't leave him.
The time keep its walk and my mom got pregnant again... and guess what? YEAH PEOPLE! He wanted to abort... and this time, my mother couldn't say nothing... BUT SINCE MY LITTLE BROTHER IS THE TOUGHEST BRAT EVER, HE MANAGE TO FUCKING SURVIVE! HELL, YEAH BABY! And he born.
Then everything got kind of WAY to shit. My little brother (the second one) had a tumor. And... well, the shit kept its way. He contracted cancer. FUCK YEAH! Such a shitty life to my mom, since she had to deal with all that shit almost alone (I was 6 and my brother 4). So mom let us with dad...
AND THE PARTY BEGAN!
All weak party with no break. Lot of people came and lot of people leave. Every fucking human at the world went to one at least once. And... well, let's say that my luck isn't the very best one, because there's people who like little kids (but no milfs). But, I'm happy about it, because they chose me instead of my little brother.
My little brother (BEING THE HARDER MAN AT THE UNIVERSE) beat the shit out cancer and the family grow up once more with my little sister (of course he wanted to abort, but my mom said "I'M GOING TO CUT OFF YOUR BALLS IF YOU TRY THAT!"). My mom had a surgery and now she can't have kids anymore.
And one day, dad crossed the line. He tried to beat my mon again, but (BEING SUCH A TOUGH GUY) I stopped him. And, without being satisfied, he tried to hit my sister for a stupid reason. AND BEING ONE MORE TIME BRAVER THAN THE FUCKING SUPERMAN, I STOPPED HIM! HELL YEAH! I'M THE FUCKING SHIT! That day I let everything out and... THEY FUCKING SEPARATED!
Now we live here (in my house) with some money that dad leads us (like 15% of his salary) and the money that my little brother (THE TOUGHEST ONE) earns by his condition.
Why am I telling y'all this if I don't even know none of you? Because of that; since I don't know no one here, I can say whatever I want without making people I care about to get worried. It's the first time I can talk to "Someone" about this, so thanks to read!