Twisted Nightmares

Chapter 17

Wild, Wild Pussycats! (Full Version)

Mineta sighed as he absentmindedly drew little patterns in the soil. After Midoriya and Kaminari went back inside, the boy was now waiting for his classmates to join him. He wasn't really aware of what he drawing, he just let his subconscious guide his arm as the stick in his hand dragged along in the dirt.

The morning air was slowly getting warmer and warmer as the sun slowly rose more and more, turning from a bright red into an even brighter yellow. It's warm glow softly warming Mineta's tiny frame. The slight chill he felt began to dissipate, and felt warm.

Ignoring his skin rising in temperature, Mineta had begun to ponder once more. What he wanted to know was; what the hell was the scientific explanation for this? He had basically confirmed it was a second quirk, yeah, that was obvious. A weird power that no normal human should usually have? That's what a quirk basically was, right? But in this day and age, what was considered normal anyways? People didn't bat an eye anymore at people with huge disfigured heads, (Like a certain quiet classmate but he wasn't about to call him out, because the kid deserved better) or with multiple body parts.

But time travel? Freaking time travel. How did that work? Most time travel movies he watched were ancient films, before the first quirk was even discovered. The few remaining films that haven't been lost to time were usually the average ones where they used a device to go back into time, then accidentally changed their past. Usually they then had to undo their mistake, or change it to a similar future that was very close to their original present. What was that one called? The Future is Back? But they always traveled in time, not where they would wake up back in time a few weeks ago after they had died.

He mentally slapped himself for forgetting, he still had yet to ask Midoriya when he felt he was able to. There were so many people he needed to talk to, but he kept forgetting to. He had to work on his problem with his memory.

Speaking of his friends, after his encounter with Midoriya and Kaminari, Mineta somehow managed to feel even worse then before. His face scrunched up as he remembered Aizawa's words. How some people cared about him, right? But that just reminded him of the sick lie he was feeding his friends, his guilt increasing even more. What he wanted to know was why Kaminari was being friendly towards him now. Did Midoriya manage to convince the electric boy to stop being spiteful? If he did, and if Mineta was there, he would of told Midoriya to stop. Kaminari had every right to still be angry, after what Mineta said to him before. Although he was nervous about speaking to his friend, he knew he had to man up. He wasn't about to disappoint Iida. He remembered very well of the promise he gave him when he had spoken to his bespectacled friend. Mineta knew he didn't mean to lie, but after he stopped denying the suicide accusations, he felt he might as well be. It was lying from a technical standpoint.

Hearing multiple pairs of shoes smacking and scraping against the soil, Mineta looked up and saw the students of Class A. They finally had their uniforms on, and jogged over where Aizawa stood with an indifferent expression on his face. Mineta was also plopped down near him. As the class grouped up into a ball of students, Aizawa walked away from Mineta and in front of the class. Mineta hesitantly walked over to join his classmates.

"Good morning Class A, and what a grand morning it is." Aizawa greeted his class, sarcasm clear in his tone. The future hero students were now at attention. Well most of them, some of them were still waking up, drool coming out of their slightly open mouths. "Today we will begin to train your quirks to their very limits."

The students nodded. It sounded like normal stuff. But this was Aizawa, and his seemingly normal plans for today gave them a sense of unease. Eraserhead was up to something, but no one knew what. That was one of the worst parts of having Aizawa as a teacher; his unpredictability.

When it came to activites, Mineta figured the underground Pro might as well bring a wheel to class each day. That would make a great show. "Wheel Of Fortune: Aizawa Edition". Mineta would spin the wheel, and whatever it would land on, would be the class activity for today! How fun!

But Mineta knew that this was Aizawa's class, so shortly after Mineta spun the wheel he'd realize with horror that all the options on the wheel were actually question marks. And after it stopped spinning, Aizawa would give his horrifying trademark smile, and probably says something like "Excellent choice!" And then the teacher would proceed to do whatever he had planned to in the first place, before anyone could get another word out.

Speaking of plans... Mineta realized that he was about to find out what Aizawa had planned.

"But before we start, we're going to need a volunteer for the rest of day." Aizawa said, his expression still blank as ever. Perhaps if it was day one, Class A would be nervously murmuring about how vague Aizawa was. But now they learned very well to keep their mouths shut, stand at attention, and wait for the teacher's instruction. Aizawa continued, "As some of you know, a certain child has become a problem. It appears Mineta has the unfortunate habit for getting himself hurt."

All thoughts in Mineta's head came to a screeching halt. He swallowed nervously, absentmindedly noting how the air seemed to be freezing now. His spine tensed up, and he felt paralyzed. The students standing near him also seemed to stop moving. Mineta felt several pairs of eyes burning into back of his head. It felt like blood went ice cold. Where was Aizawa going with this? He risked a glance at his teacher.

Aizawa's eyes were pointed right back at him.

Oh no.

Breaking his stare with Mineta, the deathly calm teacher turned back towards the class and exhaled calmly. "And some of you noticed that he is especially good in his profession when no one is watching him."

Mineta began to breathe a tad bit quicker. He tried to steady his breath. He was terrified at wherever Aizawa was going with this. Don't tell me he's going to...

"So, I'm afraid to inform you we are going to need a volunteer to keep an eye on Mineta at all times during our time training today."

Mineta's hands curled into fists. He cursed his luck and resisted the urge to punch the ground. Shit.

"Come now, don't be shy." No one said anything. Most of the students seemed to be looking away from Aizawa's eyes. Aizawa glared at the immobile students. "In other words, if we do not get a volunteer, I will personally choose someone myself. And my choice will be final."

Mineta wanted to just melt into a little puddle, and simply vanish. It would be a lot more preferable to what was currently happening at the moment. He felt responsible for this. It was painfully obvious that no one would want to babysit him, it's not like anyone had a reason to like him. Especially after recent events, it was clear that Mineta was not the popular one. At least not popular in a positive note.

No one spoke a word, and Mineta didn't blame them. Yesterday had been rather hectic at the beginning thanks to him, and he was still on some peoples bad sides. If no one wanted to do this, he wouldn't hold it against them. He'd just hope that whoever Aizawa called on wouldn't call a grudge after today.

It was just silence for what felt like very long minutes, but it was actually roughly 30 seconds of the class awkwardly shuffling, some of them kicked a pebble or two.

Midoriya, being the angel he is, moved forward and began to speak. "I-"

"I volunteer." A voice cut the green haired boy off. The students turned to the voice and saw the owner of said voice standing with an indifferent expression.

Even Aizawa looked surprised at the student who was raising their hand. After a few seconds of him raising an eyebrow, he exhaled. "Hm. Very well, thank you Kaminari."

Kaminari? Mineta's head whipped over in the direction of his friend. What were the odds? Why him? What the hell does fate have against me? I'm just a defenseless little boy. Why does it have to bash me in the head whenever I'm slightly thinking in a positive manner?

"Mineta." Aizawa said. "Go join Kaminari." Mineta's face however clearly implied he'd rather do anything else. Aizawa's eye's widened into a glare. "I SAID-"

"Yessir!" Mineta's squeaking cut his teacher off. Wow, that is terrifying.He scurried over to Kaminari, although a tad bit reluctantly. Well, as reluctantly as someone could run if they fled in terror. Mineta purposely avoided eye contact with Kaminari, who either didn't notice his behavior, or decided to ignore it. If there were crickets, it felt they should be chirping any second right now. Mineta felt it would be less awkward.

The wind blew softly, slightly lifting Aizawa's hair as he finally ceased from glaring at the poor grape boy. "Now that's over with, let's begin. You're training may feel like hell, but it's just training. I trust you will be able to prevail and push on. But first..."

Aizawa's line of sight seemed to face somewhere behind his class. "Please welcome our helpers for today, they will help you with training."

Mineta didn't even bother to turn, for he knew already who was standing behind them.

Hey, did someone say deja vu? Mineta thought as new voices joined the group of students.

"That's right! The four of us are one!"

"Lock on with these sparkling gazes!"

"We've come to lend a paw and help!"

"COMING OUT OF NOWHERE..."

"Stingingly cute and catlike!"

"Wild, Wild..."

"PUSSYCATS!"

This time, Mineta actually restrained himself from mocking their pose and their catchphrase like last time. He felt the need to pat himself on the back for that. Feeling proud of myself because I didn't mock someone. That's probably a bad sign.

"Full Version!"

Mineta frowned. He thought hard, and a smile formed on his face. Full version, huh? So yesterday when it was just Mandalay and Pixie, did that mean it was the Wild, Wild Pussycats: 50% Version? Mineta once more found himself holding his tongue from saying something witty. Though he did giggle a bit from the smartass quip he refrained from saying. Perhaps he'd be a witty hero as well, wasn't there an old fiction superhero who quipped all the time to make his enemies really mad? Perhaps he'd try that. Though the thought of him telling a villain that they looked dumb, only for the villain to throw a car on him wasn't a pleasant idea. He'd think about it another time. His attention was then focused on the Pussycats as they began to introduce themselves like the first time.

"My name is Ragdoll, and my quirk is Search!" The green haired Pussycat said, her bright yellow clothing sticking out a bit more as the sun rose more and more each second. "I can know the info of up to 100 people just by looking at them! I can find out their location, and weakness too!"

Pixie Bob's smile grew as it was her turn to shine. "You know me as Pixie! My Earthflow quirk can create perfect places for people to train!"

Mandalay straightened her back just a little. "With my telepath quirk, I can give multiple people advice at once!"

The towering form of Tiger glared at the students, making some of the poor kids nervous.

"My job is assault through punching and kicking..."

The student's expressions definitely implied that they had questions about Tiger's way of um, display. Mineta couldn't argue with that thought. Cats were supposed to be cute and cuddly! Well, the first 3 were definitely cute. Probably cuddly too.

Although he wasn't 100% sure on Ragdoll. Don't get Mineta wrong, he knew Ragdoll was cute as a button for sure. But, he shivered at the idea of being a villain. Running away in a dark alley, only to turn and see those huge beady eyes in the dark. Mineta shuddered. Eugh, I'd rather not imagine that.

"Now." Aizawa said. "Let us begin your training."

As Pixie began to create hills and cliffs for the students to train on, the students went to their designated training area, although a certain grape boy hesitated before following Kaminari to their spot.

As he watched the new problem child waltz off to do whatever his training was, Aizawa took this time to walk over to the big eyed Pussycat. "Ragdoll," Aizawa greeted the yellow Pussycat.

She smiled. "Heya Aizawa!"

Her cheerful tone would be infectious, if this wasn't Aizawa standing before her. He glanced towards the other students, "I hope the other Pussycats has informed you of our Mineta situation?" he said simply.

Ragdoll's wide grin shrank into a somber frown. "Yes. It's horrible what happened yesterday, It's awful to think what that poor child went through." Ragdoll said sadly. It was a haunting thought to see an attempted suicide. At least the other student's backs were turned.

Aizawa licked his chapped lips absentmindedly. "Then, can you keep a close eye on the kid? I know I have someone watching over him, but we can never be too careful nowadays."

Ragdoll's returning smile and her enthusiastic nod told Aizawa well enough. Mineta would be kept under close watch for the rest of this camping trip. Aizawa would make damn sure of that.

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