Hello, this is my redone and rewritten version of my original The Hero Will Always Be Greedy. Many aspects and things are still the same because I do love my works and I worked very hard on them. The earlier chapters will be the most rewritten, and the later chapters will have a bit of reworking done to make it flow smoother.
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.
Now enjoy, and please...have fun with this new version.
Summary
We are heroes because we are Tyrants...However, if a king or hero regrets his rule or it's end, that person is nothing but a fool. A hero without greed is even worse than a figurehead. A martyr for ideals walks down a long, bloody and thorny path, who would wish to go down such a selfless path? A hero...a king...they must be greedier than any other, they must laugh more loudly and rage for longer. They must embody the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why even their comrades in arms, their retainers envy and adore them. And why the flames of aspiration to be as the king, or to be as a hero, can burn within the people.
Proud and chivalrous hero, the power you used to save the masses indeed saved them, but left the very same people to fend for themselves once your flame extinguished. You merely saved them, but you never lead them...
To be a hero that saves everyone, be they evil or good...honestly, how the times have fallen.
Chaldea Security Organization
Simply known to the world as Chaldea.
It's appearance in the world was sudden and swift as a midsummer breeze blowing through a vast field. It was hard, fast and quick and spread all throughout the field it sailed through.
They were mysterious, but not in the cool edgy and popular kind of way that many hero agencies went for.
They were seriously mysterious.
They accepted no interns, no outside heroes, did not allow people to come and tour their various facilities worldwide and they did not work with hero groups or rescue teams.
They did everything in house.
Internal affairs, support, management, PR, the whole package deal and not once did they allow anyone to enter into their seemingly growing bubble.
They had fascinated the world, along with the Support and Heroics world with their seemingly spotless track record of search and rescue, disaster relief, civilian conflicts, terrorist threats and the shady side of the underground.
They saved many people...but they also punished many people.
Drug Lord, Pimps, Murderers, traffickers and all those that thrived in the shady underbelly of sin and depravity fell victim to the might and justice of Chaldea, judgements swift and unyielding.
Many would praise them and many would call them monsters.
Their director, never once seen in public or ever heard having used a middle man to speak, said only one thing.
"How can you expect a Hero Society to flourish and evolve if the constant troublemakers and true dangers are simply left to rot and fester in jail for the rest of their lives? Allowing their ideologies to continue on in a twisted sense of Martyrdom?"
He wasn't wrong, but he was too extreme...or had the world simply become too content in being saved and bathed in the golden light of heroism?
"Lord this is garbage," a man yelled as he tossed the paper down onto the table, flicking his green hair back as he looked around with a sneer plastered on his face. "This is pure propaganda."
"Brother your voice is grating," a calm voice spoke beside him, the clinking of china on glass having him freeze before relaxing with a sigh.
"Sorry, but it seriously pisses me off," he growled, eye twitching as he turned to look at the man/teen beside him.
He was calmly sipping tea as if he was not in the belly of the beast itself, smiling as he hummed some made up tune to himself to pass the time as his guard stood behind him ever vigilant.
"Now, now! It's not so bad," he waved off, smiling as his brother felt annoyance grow inside of him. "This place and these people have been very courteous of us thus far! Especially since we all appeared out of nowhere! They also seem to not be throwing a fuss that the director cannot meet in person.
"They just want to take advantage of you," the man scoffed before a woman dressed sharply with a suit came forward, glasses glinting as she stared at the rag tag group with thinly veiled disgust.
"The president will see you now," she explained, motioning for them to follow her.
"Wow! So fast! I thought it'd at least be another few hours or so," the boy clapped his hands before placing his items down to follow the lady. "I am very grateful that he took time out of his busy schedule to deal with our little problem."
"Especially since we've been tossed around like a damned hot potato," Kingu snarled, hand on his hips as his sandaled feet slapped against the marble floors.
"It is unique for a world wide heroics company," the woman began, feeling a headache from the naive boy's words. "So this takes precedence."
"Still thought, it's kind."
"Tch," the green haired male scoffed. "Kind."
"Kingu," he asked.
'Come now brother," his rough voice had the woman feeling as if she needed to watch her back. "You know it's not kindness that allowed this meeting."
"Oh," that tone, there was no way…"And what precisely is this all, brother?"
"As if you already don't know."
"Hmm…"
"We are here," the woman exclaimed, the three calmly staring at her as the people behind them looked at her in shock. She was usually known for her cold and monotone voice, for her to nearly scream was unheard of.
"Thanks again," the boy smiled. "I will be sure to make sure that everything is not in vain! After all...you alot to care for….mother," he smiled as her face contorted into horror. "Edmond? The gift?"
"Here," the rough man handed her a small box that she knew, she knew what was inside of it. "Think of this as a payment for staying with us when we were tossed aside for more...lucrative deals."
The doors closed and the woman allowed to open the box to see the pocket watch her son had made with his quirk years ago. One that she thought had long since been lost.
"How…" she whimpered.
How did they find it?! Even after all these years, how did they find the one thing she desperately wanted to give to her grandson?!
"Best not to underestimate us," a voice murmured before her eyes went blank.
"Hello Mr. Ivanov! I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka, secretary and vice director of Chaldea Security Organization! I thank you for this meeting to discuss our hero agencies," Ritsuka smiled as he stood up from his bow, hand over his heart.
"Welcome," the burly man stood from his seat, hand outstretched as the boy made his way to claspe it. "Those three not with you today?"
'Da Vinci, Sherlock and BB?"
"The first two I've heard of, but the third not so much," he hummed, both sitting down as water and other refreshments were brought out.
"Oh! You mean Koyanskaya," he nodded. "They share a position because they work so effectively," he explained.
"I find it interesting that most, if not all, of your heroes have some sort of second degree and take over spots in the company that other trained people might have done," he commented, lacing his fingers together as he leaned back into his plush leather chair.
"Ahaha! You should know by now we are notorious for doing things in house after all," the boy smiled brightly as if all was right in the world and his aura was the same.
He was a babe in a position of such power!
"Why is that, if I might ask," he hummed, a sharp clack making him turn to the green haired male who was staring ahead but the clenching of his hand told Ivanov everything.
It was a sensitive subject.
Good.
"I know that you want this approved, but without a proper reasoning as to why you need such a large facility for so little people and the fact your reluctant to outsource with all the money and resources you have acquired recently-"
"We've had serious internal affairs around...4 or 5 times," the boy interrupted, his face an impressive blank as he continued. "Twice it was an invasion that killed off some of the staff, other times it was people causing some trouble that also resulted in deaths on an off base facility."
"So young and yet so much death already," he hummed. "It must have been very difficult for a new boy like you."
'Yes...which is why I want to keep it as in house as possible. Along with the director," he explained, going back to sheepish and shy as the thought of death washed over him.
'He's got a lot to learn,' Ivanov thought as he overlooked his meger protection detail.
"Well," he breathed, taking out a piece of paper. "This is the contract that I had written up, the conditions for all the agencies and facilities are listed. Obviously money will come in from the Heroes Commissions in all the countries that-"
"I refuse," Ritsuka calmly stated, straightening up as he pushed the contract away.
"Wh...what?"
"I refuse the details of this piece of paper," he pushed it back. "It works far too much in the commission's favor than the heroes. Besides...aren't you supposed to supervise? Or have you grown comfortable in training attack dogs and cleaning house?"
"How dare you accuse the commission of such a thing," he snapped, getting up as he stared into the darkened eyes of the young man.
"You want to swindle me and my people out of resources and money that we planned to give to those in desperate need of aid from natural disasters and quirk related disasters. We'd be scrambling like every other hero agency you have under your thumb that has to work with sub quality materials and be forced to band together in such events to promote peace," he ground out, face impassive as he stared dead into the others eyes.
"It's the other companies that make it difficult and profit off of the heroes trying to provide good quality aid to the people," he scoffed, sitting down as he tried to regain his composure.
"Very nicely worded bullshit," Ritsuka commented as he looked over the contract again with a smirk. "But as I said, bullshit. The resources used for aid often give discounts to heroes because if they were called in then the severity of the situation is quite grim. But of course like any good big corp, you like money more than helping people."
"Now that is just slander."
'But it's true. You can't pull the wool over my eyes," Ritsuka smiled as he leaned back. "Making all those caseworkers push us off to another to make us seem insignificant in the world of heroes and wishing for too much before you decide where worth the time? Good tactic...it's effective for those that haven't become someone like you."
"Your demands are over the top and not something that can be easily grante-"
'Wrong! We make enough money through helping with medical research and research of other kinds that have long since dried up. Luckily the older generation from ages where quirks were the minority and have much money and little time...are more than glad to donate to,' Ritsuka smiled happily. "So much so that their entire fortunes are being left to us!"
"That!"
"So….how about you call off that borrowed sniper aiming at my head and let's talk real business," Ritsuka opened his eyes to lock with Ivanov who jolted.
'What...what are you talking about," he demanded. "A sniper? This isn't the pre quirk era."
"The one you borrowed from my homeland. Lady Nagant? She's good, but unfortunately, it's impossible for her to take a shot at me at all," Ritsuka waved off just as the guard behind him, Hero Name being Count, seemed to have vanished.
Not a moment later a body was thrown through the window, splattering them in tiny glass shards, a large thump followed along with a pained gasp. Ivanov felt his heart stop at the sight of a bloodied up Nagant who was unmoving on the ground, her arms twisted at an angle enough to be painful but treatable.
"Thank you count," Ritsuka commented as the man gracefully landed behind the woman, smoking a cigar as the blood splatter from their fight dried on his coat. "I was getting annoyed at the constant feeling of her gun on me," he smiled as the hero merely shrugged and blew out a puff of smoke.
"I…" Ivanov rushed for the emergency button only to find him bound up by golden chains emanating from the green haired male who didn't bother to look up from his bored doodling.
"What now brother," he asked, his tone bored as he looked at the man finally with cold deep purple eyes.
"Hmm," Ritsuka got up, approaching the head of the Heroes Commission for World Wide Protection with a seemingly innocent smile dunked in terrifying intelligence. "Well we have much to discuss after all. I would rather that get done sooner rather than later."
"I would like that very much," Kingu grumbled before tightening his chains and having one wrap around his mouth.
"Now I won't hurt you, but I need to do this since you tried to hurt me," Ritsuka began, sitting down in Ivanov's chair, spinning in it to meet him eye to eye, face to face. "I do hope you understand, and I hope you no longer underestimate us too much!"
His face was that of an angel, but the smile was one of a devil.
Ivanov cursed his arrogance as he realized the kid not only knew how to play the game, he knew how to turn it in his favor.
A WEEK LATER, JAPAN
Izuku hummed as he looked over the newest addition to the Hero Agency List, as he rewrote his potential agencies for the future he stopped as a new one appeared on the list.
Chaldea Security Agency.
It suddenly appeared without much fanfare that arrived with the appointment of a new Agency on the list of potentials all UA graduates go to. Usually they would have a press meeting and explain why they are allowing hero interns from highschools all around Japan, but this one was different.
He makes sure to check regularly to update his plan for when he gets into UA. It was always good to be up to date on the newest info in the Hero World.
He frowned as all his snooping turned up nothing on the agency or it's prospective heroes that are in it's ranks. No matter what forum, government website or post he found, they weren't in it. As he scrolled past another post he stopped and re-read it again.
CHALDEA TO HAVE OUTPOSTS ALL OVER THE WORLD AFTER UNANIMOUS UN AGREEMENT, OVERRULING HERO COMMISSIONS IN EVERY COUNTRY.
KNOWN LOCATIONS-AMERICA, INDIA, GREAT BRITAIN, NORWAY, CHINA, ANTARCTICA, NEW ZEALAND, PERU, JAPAN.
DIRECTOR SAID TO MAKE JAPAN HIS HOME HUB.
"WHAT," Izuku shrieked as he jumped up.
"Izuku?"
'So...sorry mom! Exciting hero news," he yelled, the woman sighing as she gave a chuckle back at him before going back to making dinner. With a swallow he smashed his face up against the computer, trying to absorb the words presented to him.
The director of the new and Illusive Chaldea Security Agency or Chaldea has stated that he is interested in having his home base in Japan, where he originally hailed. While not deciding to comment, it has been confirmed that they are an independent Agency with no ties to the Hero Commission, only to the UN at the moment. Currently the International Heroes Commission for World-Wide Protection or IHCWWP is going to court over the ruling.
"They'll….they'll be here…" He breathed, leaning back in his chair. "Here…"
He looked back to the article and saw a new piece that was just added from the last time he read.
The IHCWWP had originally been planning to sponsor the security company before a conflict of interest arose, leaving it for Chaldea to be completely funded by the research they are doing for the medical field. Estimates show that Chaldea has accumulated about 4 billion in funding from private companies, older generation stock brokers and other assets.
"Wow…," Izuku breathed before mulling on the info.
With a deep breath he grabbed his notebook with the miniscule notes he managed to compile and contemplated.
What was Chaldea? They aided in search and rescue, provided aid for natural disasters, helped out heroes in their times of need, they were the golden standard for Hero Agencies….but then again they did have a particularly...bad thing about them.
More than 50% of their villains often died in the confrontation between the Chaldean heroes and the perps. They were too rough and sometimes it looked as if the Chaldea Heroes were attempting to KILL them instead of CAPTURE them.
That was no doubt the reason the IHCWWP was attempting to go to court over the ruling that the UN had decided. With some agency as powerful and deadly as Chaldea basically allowed free roam with little to no restrictions on how they handle Villain captures...it could spell disaster.
The illusive Director has been criticized for how their heroes act and they simply have stayed silent. But a mysterious middle man named Sherlock, like the old famous pre-quirk detective, has spoken on behalf of the director. And it was what they expected.
He didn't care, and thought they were in the right.
"How can you expect a Hero Society to flourish and evolve if the constant troublemakers and true dangers are simply left to rot and fester in jail for the rest of their lives? Allowing their ideologies to continue on in a twisted sense of Martyrdom?"
He could only hope that there would be more info on them soon.
He could only wonder; what were they like during missions or acting as heroes?
PARIS, FRANCE
"I hate this," a hero heard a man murmur to his companion who gave a deep chuckle.
"I know, I know Count," the man sniffed and the hero jolted, turning to look at them but not fully as to draw attention….
Damn, it was them!
Count...a hero from the new agency that had branches all over the world.
"Whatever Bonaparte," Count snarled as he moved to light a cigar that he had in his hand. "I hate everything about this place."
"Be careful, or that hero will arrest you," he laughed. "Come now! Let's just enjoy this place and everything it has to offer," he was no doubt grinning to the gloomy hero Count. "Besides! You're always by his side, isn't it nice to be with your countrymen and women for a bit?"
"No."
"Always so cold! What would Master think?"
'I know what he was thinking. He's the one who sent me here as a punishment for attempting to kill one of those stupid brats that tried to ask for an internship at the meeting a week ago," he growled. "I wasn't going to! It is a waste of energy, but then again he's being over conscious about this sort of thing."
"Ah..yes, yes," Bonaparte nodded, not looking the least bit interested as he turned to go down the road. "More on that later! Right now…"
"Ahh! A villain!" A woman yelled as the Banque de France exploded.
Damn, nice instincts.
"Ahah! Love it when they scream," one yelled as the other one rushed to get their jammer out.
"A little help with the cops," he yelled as the woman pouted and nodded, shooting her hair out to slam into the wall that had been made to try and stop them. "Get on." he snarled, revving up the motorcycle as the woman grinned gleefully.
"AU REVOIR," the woman laughed maniacally as they zoomed past the screaming pedestrians and confused cops alike. Down the road right into the busy streets of Paris.
The Hero moved to react but Count and Bonaparte were faster as they zoomed down the street.
"I've had enough," Count roared, a dark mass of energy forming around him as he seemingly went faster.
'Ahaha! Try not to scare them too much before the battle truly begins," Bonaparte yelled. "It won't make such a good fight if they are scared! I haven't had a good battle in a while!"
"Shut up! I want to go back to the main hub," the other roared, everyone freezing at the sound. "I hate being out in the damned open!"
"Hahaha! He's riled up for sure," Bonaparte chuckled as he held a GIANT cannon in his hand...was...was it warming up?
'Si...Sir that is not an allowed weapon of the Hero's Commission or the International-"
"Bah," he brushed off. "I'm from Chaldea! Special exception!"
"Sir that's not-!"
"Now move out of the way, Count! I'll blast them next week,' Bonaparte laughed as he aimed the warmed up cannon at the two grounded villains.
"Finish them off and let's be off back to the agency," Count sighed as he jumped away, Bonaparte firing.
"NO!"
The cannon hit true, but it didn't hit the two villains.
"Eh?"
A hero had grabbed the two last minute, panting as he leaned against a wall with the two slumped next to him.
'Oi, oi, oi," Bonaparte whined. "What was with the last minute steal! Did you want to finish them?"
"You can't kill them," the hero yelled, the two villains unconscious as he turned to the Chaldean heroes. "Who is your supervisor! I want to make a complaint!"
'Eh," the buff one asked as the other scoffed. "They robbed a national symbol of your country...and you don't...?"
"NO! WE DO NOT!"
"Oh...how strange? I would have thought such a things would be considered high treason," the man hummed as Count rolled his eyes and simply murmured
'In your era of reign.'
"NO! IT'S CALLED DECENCY AND MORALITY!"
The two heroes merely looked at one another before shrugging, taking the lecture to boot. They both pulled out new cigars, lighting them without much care as the hero lectured them about how their actions were too intense, the villains being cuffed to ambulance gurneys as they were wheeled off.
Something to do with extreme fear stopping then starting their hearts again?
They weren't going to get in trouble anyways, Master would understand.
He always did.
BEIJING, CHINA
"Ho! I trust you and her can get this done?" A masked man asked as he stopped in his pursuit of the villains. He pulled his horse to rein him in as he overlooked the warehouse where the rats ran into.
``Ah," the first replied as the other hefted her weapon to her shoulder.
"Good. They run a drug ring and have talked about delving into human trafficking," the man spoke. "We only need one," the man reminded them. "Don't let those heroes stop you. They aren't worth saving either way. Their sins are too steep and numerous to count, they have no morality."
'Very well."
"Now go," he barked, rushing down to continue his chase as the other two used the roofs. "Tch! Come and face me, you dishonorable scum!"
"Like hell kid, what's with the Chinese theater outfit anyways," one villain mocked before yelping as a blade was thrown at him. "O...OI!"
"Surrender or face your doom." He asked, eyes ablaze with fury behind his mask as he looked from side to side to see cages of scuffed up and bruised children. "Filthy bastards," he sneered. "Have you no shame! Taking children from their mothers and families? No shame in selling human lives like cattle for slaughter!"
"We all got to make a living kid. Not all of us can be heroes," one sneered as he quirk activated, making spikes grow on his knuckles.
"Then you will perish here today so no other child may suffer from you," the man stated.
"Not really heroic of you kid," the man huffed as he and his men laughed before he grunted, blood pouring out of his mouth.
"BOSS!"
"I am a hero, but I am not a hero you know of," the man murmured. "I am the Prince of Lanling! With me I have Jing and Yan! We will show no mercy!"
"You out your people just like that!" They all yelled, gasping as all the doors slammed shut and the cages were suddenly covered with thick blankets.
"Hoo, bold to assume you haven't been caught in our web," one of the men sighed before he melted and a man with flower tattoos all over him appeared. His lime green eyes glowed with anger and insanity as he grabbed one of the men by the neck, holding him hostage as the men split to keep their guns on the both of them.
In a split second he twisted his neck and let him fall to the ground.
'The...The hell!?"
"Now, how about we finish this," he gave a wolfish grin, cracking his knuckles as another man buckled and fell to the ground in pain, clutching a stab wound as a woman stepped into the light.
"Now," her voice was rough and uneven as she pointed her blade at them. "Let's fight!"
The echoes of their screams rang through the air as other heroes rushed to a scene of pure carnage and death.
"HALT! Surrender yourselves-"
"Hey! Aren't you Chaldean Heroes," A hero interrupted the first rant.
"Wh...what have you done," a woman yelped as she looked from the mangled bodies to the heroes above them.
"We took care of the vermin," a man with a ponytail smiled before turning to the masked man. "We best report to master and head back to headquarters after the police come, right?"
"We need to ensure the children are taken care of and see none of this," the masked man sighed, motioning to the absolute carnage around him.
"I know, I know. But I mean like after that," he asked.
"You're going to jail!"
"Huh?" They all asked.
"This...this is slaughter! Murder! Murder," the first yelled, pointing a finger at them. "We are to detain them and have them pay for their crimes and -"
"They have paid with their lives," Jing grumbled. "Let's leave and report to the master. Then we can focus on the children. I've taken out the cages already and ordered the medics."
"I will be having a word with him," the hero yelled as the three walked away.
The heroes watched in silence, left to the stench of iron and death.
TEMPORY CHALDEA HEADQUARTERS
"A reign of terror they call us," Ritsuka hummed as he placed the newspaper down to look at the servants before him. "I personally saw nothing wrong with it...and you all agree, correct?" He asked the people in the virtual meeting room, staring at their holographic faces with disinterest.
"Of course!"
"Society of superpowered people like in DC comics. Villains and Heroes run the streets and are advertised...huh this gives me a headache," Ritsuka sighed, placing a hand on his head to quell the pounding thing. "It's good in theory but in reality it's a simple pain in the ass."
"Master," Sherlock spoke up from where he was seated. "We are receiving less than stellar reviews from the ICHWWP. Mayhaps we'll deal with that first?"
"And you care why," Ritsuka brushed off, ignoring the man's look. "And don't pretend to care either. We only need the UN's backing, that's all and then we can start to get to work."
"I still say that Archimedes should be dismantled,' Kintoki grumbled as Shuten giggled beside him.
"Ara~ How cold boy,' she purred, running her hand down his muscled thigh.
"As much as your hate of the man is justified, we do need him." Ritsuka breathed, leaning back in his chair before releasing the breath that was filled with such a heavy sigh they could feel the weight of it. "Sherlock? The heroes?"
"UA Highschool is attempting to make us agree to take interns," he explained. "As well as demanding that they meet with our master," he smirked. "I have told them, many times as well, that it is simply impossible at the moment as you go from agency and disaster to assure maximum effiecancy."
"Right," Ritusk shook his head. "Currently there is a crisis in the middle east and reports show there might be a large-scale earthquake coming to Haiti soon. So we need to be prepared for those. But...Let's go ahead with moving to our headquarters, and get that finished before the ball drops."
"Very well," Sherlock shook his head with a smirk. "I will also inform all hero schools in Japan that we will not be accepting interns and to keep all heroes within a 100 meter radius of our agency."
"Yes, that will do," RituskA grunted, moving to place his head in hands with a groan. "If I knew being a director was this tedious I would have never volunteered to take it after the director got hurt," he bemoaned as the others chuckled. "This sucks! Why did I agree to do this!"
Everyone just ignored him by that point, being used to his antics and his whining now that he had to deal with more paperwork than ever before.
"How's SHEBA and CHALDEAS? PAPERMOON? Everything from Chaldea?" Sherlock asked as his master wilted in his seat as he began to look over the large amount of emails he was getting.
"Everything is stable and the Shadow Border is ready to transport everything to our destination," Da Vinci nodded next to her Loli self who gave a thumbs up.
"Good," Rituska nodded. "I will make a statement to the ICHWWP soon to get them off our backs."
"We'll get the Shadow Border ready," Loli Da Vinci jumped up, Ritsuka smiled and said a simple phrase.
"Let's make some noise then."
The cheers were deafening.
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