Heights Alliance

"Hey everyone!!" Angel yelled up the stairs of the dorm, "I've got something to tell you all, could you come downstairs?"

The class had just finished another long week of tiring study and exhausting training practicals. Everyone was tuckered out, even the diligent Class President Taro.

But the class was still beckoned by Angel's loud but polite command.

"Wassup Angel?" a sleepy Oma yawned.

She beamed an excited smile and began talking, "well, my Father is hosting a get-together for me on Sunday. And, he allowed me to extend an invitation to all of you too!"

"So... a party?!" Hayate asked, excitement rejuvenating his weary face.

"Yes Hayate, a party!" Angel replied happily.

Life flowed back into 1-A, as they all eagerly celebrated the celebration they were going to attend on the weekend.

"Oh... there is a god..." Satori whispered, tearing up gleefully.

Okoma felt a nudge from his right, seeing Taro smile at him confidently, "come on Okoma, surely you have got to have some fun every once in a while? This get-together would be perfect!"

"Hmph, there better at least be good food" Okoma grunted.

"You're coming too, right Kori?" Yokina asked cheerfully.

"Of course. I've already gone over everything for the test next Tuesday, and it's not like I've got anything else to do" she replied nonchalantly.

The rest of the class turned to the two, some were surprised at Kori's enthusiasm, and others at the fact there was a test so soon that they hadn't studied for.

But the silence was broken as Angel started up again, "since this is a special event, there is a dress code. Do you all have formal clothing?"

The class turned back to the winged child and simultaneously gave a single comment...

"What?!"

Night Hood Base

"No, NO WAY! We are not killing innocent people Lancer!" Hazer exclaimed slamming his hand onto the dark cyan hologram table.

"We need to make a statement Hazer" Lancer replied monotonously.

"Mamoru Sora has done nothing wrong, it's the other directors on the board that have forced Sora Industries down the wrong path!" He glared daggers at Lancer, "a statement like that won't push us towards our cause!"

"Our cause, is to rid the world of the injustices of our social hierarchy. Those that do nothing to stop those injustices are just as bad as the ones who cause them" Lancer looked to his gloved hand, pushing out blood red claws from the tips of the gloves' fingers, "thus, they must face punishment of the same severity."

"You're an extremist" Hazer angrily muttered.

"I am merely a man who wants to make the world a better place" Lancer retorted placing his clawed hand on his armoured chest, "maybe you no longer have what it takes to do that."

"Alright Lancer..." Viper exclaimed, furiously approaching him, "now you're really pissing me o-"

But Hazer was already there, outstretching a hand to halt Viper. Lancer's two cronies, Shogun and Raida were already standing beside him, and all three faced the glare of Hazer's silver mask. Its slim, bright red lenses scanned them all. "Okay then, let's see if that's the case or not" Hazer replied, and walked to the base entrance, followed by the three others.

Next to the base was a large courtyard area, the entire place was abandoned and decrepit, with moss and trees, jutting out from the ground and walls.

The rest of Night Hood moved to the roofs of surrounding the courtyard, silently watching the three on one fight that was about to go down.

Once in the centre, the four circled each other, with Shogun and Raida staying close to Lancer.

"Hazer... you're too old-fashioned" Lancer mumbled, "we can't make a change by being slow... why can't you see that? We'll never acquire the results we need at the rate your going."

But Hazer didn't reply, but flipped his cloak and released a cloud of thick black smoke. The entire courtyard was consumed in seconds, and everyone's mask lit up as colour glowed from each of their mask lenses and visors.

"Hah! With these masks, your Smokescreen quirk is useless!" Raida stated.

"Not for long, asshole..." Viper whispered. She took out a device and immediately the coloured glow within the dark fog faded.

"Wha? What's going on?" Shogun roared, "I can't see anymore!"

"Damn useless thing!!!" Raida exclaimed slapping his viking mask crazily.

"You really thought I would fight you fools three on one fairly?"

And suddenly, Raida felt a force impact hard on his face as Hazer kneed him. Before he could even think, Raida felt a powerful hand grip around his throat, lifting him up and slamming him right into the ground, leaving him sprawled on the broken concrete unconscious.

"Raida!" Shogun yelled out, but he only exposed his own location, and Hazer was swift to begin the beatdown on him. Shogun's legs were swept of the ground and immediately his face was pummelled over and over again with punches leaving his mask smashed and his body beaten on the ground.

Hazer stood by the unconscious Shogun, staring down coldly at his handiwork. The final mask finally peered through the smoke, thrusting a huge red spike arm straight through the smoke and towards Hazer's head.

Hazer dodged, leaning back just in time but causing the lower half of his mask broke from the slight impact. "Lancer, surely you already know... just because I can't see you, doesn't mean I can't sense you."

And Hazer grabbed the blood spike, bringing it across Lancer's back in a hold, and forced the last one to the floor, with Lancer's face planted in the dirty ground.

"Try anything now, and I'll kill you" Hazer stated. The black smoke began to flow back into Hazer, and the other cloaks perched on the roofs could finally see the outcome of the fight.

The victor was Hazer and the three deviants were easily defeated. "I couldn't care less about the 'results' you want... you joined because you respected my dream!! So, if you don't anymore, you can just fuck right off!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!"

Lancer deactivated his quirk and just sighed, "yes... Hazer."

"Good..." Hazer replied letting go of Lancer's bloody arm and pointed to the two battered bodies on the floor, "now, pick up those two dumbasses and get them to our medic."

As Hazer walked back to the base, Viper couldn't help but just look at him from afar. His ferocity, to Iwani it never changed, Yuu never wavered from his ideal. She knew he could change the world for sure. "Yuu..." she mumbled, "after this heist, the world will know your name."

The next day

Angel had taken a surprising amount of 1-A on a trip out of Musutafu and into the heart of Tokyo. Kori, Taro, Kusaki, Shin and Fukuro were the only ones who had smart clothing with them, so the rest of them were on a quest.

"Can't we just wear our school uniforms?" Hayate whined, bored from the long journey.

But he quickly retracted his idea once Angel gave a quick scowl, tired of his moaning. She sighed, "I didn't know so many of you didn't have any smart attire. Unfortunately it's too late to ask Father to alter the dress code... I just hope that he can help us."

After a stroll through the bustling streets of Shibuya and a couple small alleyways, Angel finally stopped. "We're here!" She said, as the large group stopped outside an small store named 'Le Petit Pantalon'.

Inside was much more expansive, there were jeans EVERYWHERE. Boot cuts, skinny jeans, jeggings! On the walls, on the racks, even on the ceiling! A woman sitting at the reception desk came up to greet the group, she was nearing her 30s, maroon eyes and short stylish brown hair that covered one eye.

Angel practically glided into the woman and gave a big hug, "Jeanette!!" She yelled.

"Oh Angel!" Jeanette replied, "What a delight! What's the occasion?"

"Actually, I have a favour to ask..." she replied.

"Alright, I'll go and fetch Sir" and the woman zoomed away.

"She knows you?" Mira asked.

"Father's a regular customer here" Angel replied.

Suddenly a door slammed open, and a blue stream flew out of the doorway and into the group with flair. They could see that it was a rather lanky man, he had silky blond hair combed heavily to cover one of his bright green eyes. He was wearing a beautifully made royal blue blazer that was almost shining, over a silk white shirt, with classic denim jeans and polish black shoes. But what was really odd was the overly large denim balaclava that covered his entire neck and lower face.

Angel also gave him a squeeze, "Angel! My goodness, how long has it been?" The man remarked with a hint of eccentricity, "it's been years since you got your last dress!"

"Oh my gawd!!" Yokina and Satori screamed, "it's...it's..."

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tsunagu Hakamata, I am sure you know me as the former Pro-Hero 'Best Jeanist'."

"ANGEL!! Angel!" Satori yelled, shaking Angel vigorously in pure ecstasy, "how... how did you end up as pals with Best Jeanist?!"

"H-h-h-h-he's actually a good friend of my Father" Angel sputtered after all the shaking, she looked back to him, "he's made really great clothes for my family forever."

"So... what is this favour that you wanted?" Jeanist asked.

Angel told him about their predicament, and Best Jeanist instantly lit up, "you... want me to produce spectacular pieces for each of your friends?"

"Sorry... I guess I'm asking for too much aren't I?" Said Angel.

"What on earth are you apologising for?!" Jeanist replied, almost bursting with excitement, "my specialty may be jeans, but it's been my dream to produce absolutely stunning suits and dresses... and now I get to make eleven of them!" He nearly fainted, but Jeanette caught him.

"Alright, let's not waste time... Jeanette, take the girls to get their measurements, I'll take the boys." Jeanist ordered. And in a flash, the group was seperated.

The studio the boys entered was a small, comfy place. All the walls were shelves filled up with a kaleidoscope of fabrics, and there was a large oak drawing table placed next to a window looking out to all of the Shibuya Ward.

"So... who's first?" Jeanist asked, looked gleefully at the gang.

"Don't mind if I do!" Hayate exclaimed, walking out of the group and towards the former hero, "I've been waiting all day for this!"

"3 adjectives" Jeanist ordered, confusing Hayate and the rest of the boys, "give me 3 adjectives, they could be how you see yourself or what you want from the piece."

"Uh sure..." Hayate replied. The boy pondered for a minute. Mira and the others watched in silence at his deep thought, all knowing you'd need way more than just three words to describe Hayate. But he eventually got there, "alright: bright, suave and cool of course!"

Best Jeanist just nodded, scribbling things down on his noteboard, "okay, I've already taken your measurements. You can go back now."

Everyone was surprised, no one had seen him even move towards Hayate. But what was even stranger was... Hayate couldn't even move!

"Um... what's going on?" Hayate whimpered, confused and somewhat afraid.

"Oh.. sorry" Jeanist replied,he waved his hand and slim, translucent threads uncoiled themselves from Hayate's arms, legs and waist, freeing the poor boy.

"Oh jeez... Fibre Master really is a terrifying quirk" Hayate mumbled, "I couldn't even tell he used it."

The boys continued to keep Best Jeanist's blazing imagination ignited, from 'chill' and 'cozy' to 'modern' and 'timeless'. The man was a maestro with his pencil, as he seamlessly sketched piece after piece in mere minutes after getting a description.

"Black, bold and... comfy? I guess" said Mira, still not sure of his own choices.

"Black does go with everything" said Jeanist, and began the last sketch. Once completed, Best Jeanist flicked through the stack of eleven drawings, a giddy childlike aura growing on him after seeing each design. "Okay!" He yelled out, "let's make some art..."

He flicked his wrists and the entire room came to life as the fabrics that surrounded the boys began to move. Threads and fibres began to unravel from them and dart straight towards Best Jeanist. The strings coiled and coalesced before him, entwining themselves into new fabrics, which wrapped and spun together to form multiple blazers, trousers, shirts and ties.

It took around 30 minutes, but the boys were completely entranced by the fluid and dexterous control that Best Jeanist had with his quirk.

The clothes were made and each one was handed out. "Okay I need you to put them on" Jeanist announced, "I've got to know if I've truly captured what you all wanted. One of you stay, the rest wait outside."

Mira stayed and Jeanist put up a curtain, dividing the room in half. As Mira removed his T-shirt, he looked to the scars on his left and right shoulders. The ones he got on that fateful night, fighting a real villain for the first time. He place his right hand on the left scar and gritted his teeth. 'I'll never forget what he did...' Mira thought, 'I've gotten stronger now, if we ever meet again... I'll be ready for you... Lancer!'

"Have you changed yet?" Jeanist asked, breaking Mira from his vengeful thinking. Mira walked out from the curtains, wearing a stunning black and purple suit over a crystal white shirt and a royal purple tie.

"So, do you like it?" Best Jeanist asked.

"Yes..." Mira replied happily, "it's amazing." The fabric was so smooth and comfy that Mira had completely mellowed out, forgetting about all the stresses on his mind. "It's like I'm still in bed, having the best sleep of my life."

"Perfect! And it looks absolutely fantastic on you" Jeanist replied excitedly, "you can change back and bring in another one."

"Before I go... can I ask you something?" Mira asked from behind the curtain. Jeanist accepted the request and Mira began, "what was it like to be a hero, Best Jeanist?"

The former hero wondered for a few seconds before coming to an answer, "well before I became a hero, I was a very 'outward' person. To me, the only thing that mattered was what I could see and never anything beyond... I wanted to become a hero for fame, wealth and status."

"And did you?" Mira replied, annoyed by those last three words.

Best Jeanist chuckled, "well at first... yes. But then I finally got to take a look at the deeper image within, it really was an eye-opener. I saw the real ugliness of desperation in the eyes of villains, and the real beauty of relief when a mother was reunited with her child after a disaster."

He sighed and continued, "but, I've met many heroes who were just as ugly as some of the villains we fought. After all, we're two sides of the same coin. I had to look deep within myself, and eventually I decided to devote myself to becoming a true hero of the people."

"And what changed when you did?" Mira asked, enthralled by his story.

"Well... for once in my life, I was happy." Best Jeanist sighed again, "after the events of the 'Final Battle', I had to retire. Now I've found happiness in a new way."

Mira smiled, "thank you Best Jeanist."

But before Mira left, Best Jeanist added, "I don't think I got your name."

"It's Mira Kagemaru" Mira replied.

"Alright Mira, make sure you never forget which side of the coin you're on" Jeanist advised.

"Sure thing" Mira replied, and left the room.

Soon everyone tried on their suits and dresses, and found absolutely no problems with them at all. Best Jeanist left his studio, exhausted but content with today's work.

Angel walked up to him and whispered, "thank you so much for your help Mr Hakamata. So, how much for all of them?"

"Oh Angel, don't you worry, these are on the house" Jeanist stated, and Angel nearly jumped out in shock containing herself as to not alert the group. "I haven't had this much work since I was a hero!"

"There's got to be something I can do?" Angel asked.

"Just say hi to Mamoru for me" Jeanist replied.

"You'll not be at the party tomorrow?" She said disappointed.

"Unfortunately, I have a fashion show I must attend" he responded.

Angel sighed, but then her bright smile came back, "I'll make sure I do that then."

And, once they all expressed their gratitude, the class left 'Le Petit Pantalon'.

The next day

Sora Estate

"It's... it's... SO HUGE!!" Hayate exclaimed, staring out from the window of the chauffeur's limo.

The class left the car and made their way to the entrance of a massive snow white palace, illuminated by the moonlight and its own golden rays of light inside.

"Hey! Look who's finally arrived!"

Angel bursted out from the group and into the arms of the voice. He was an average sized man, with neat white hair and gentle, loving dark blue eyes that hid behind very smart lenses, he also had wings like Angel's, but they were covered in light grey feathers.

"Father!" Angel squealed.

"Angel" said Mamoru, rustling the top of his daughter's head and smiling cheerfully just like her, "welcome back."

Mamoru looked up to the rest of 1-A witnessing the heartfelt reunion. "I'm assuming this is..."

Angel pulled away to introduce her peers, "yes, these are my classmates."

But before she could continue, Mamoru had already rushed right up to Mira, shaking his hand eagerly and saying, "A pleasure to meet you, I'm Mamoru Sora" and he continued down the line repeating the same phrase and shaking hands with surprising force.

Angel laughed, "Father... please."

"Oh.. sorry" Mamoru replied after shaking Shin's hand and leaving him in a slight daze. "I was just so excited to meet the friends you've made, after all this get-together is for you and..."

The door behind 1-A opened slowly, as a boy with unruly black hair, blood red eyes and large steel grey bat-like wings walked through. He was almost a spitting image of Angel, but was more rigid compared to her gentle features, he also had a menacing scowl plastered on his face that seemed to be there all the time.

"You?!!" Kye yelled out, surprised by the new guest.

"Yeah? What about me hothead?" Damian retorted. He barged through 1-A and towards his Father. "Father, you doing well?"

"I'm doing fantastic Damian, and I'm sure you are too!" Mamoru replied and embraced his son. "But how come you didn't bring along 1-B?"

Damian just shrugged then turned to 1-A, "This was for us, not them." He then glared at Angel, "I didn't want to ruin the fun."

Mira and the others could see that Angel was trying her best to hide away from her twin brother, looking down to avoid his scowl.

"That's a shame, I really wanted to meet them!" Said Mamoru, "well, now that everyone is here, could you two please show our guests to the hall?"

"Yes Father" the twins replied immediately.

The hall was already filled with hundreds of people, and it still looked spacious. Everyone here looked super important, CEOs, celebrities, researchers! But 1-A were able to fit in, the attire given to them by Best Jeanist didn't make them stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of designer fashion around them.

The mingling eventually stopped once Mamoru entered the room, grabbing a champagne glass. He lifted it up and began to speak, "I just want to make a quick toast to Angel and Damian."

He brought it back down and looked down to his glass, "I still remember the day you both told me you wanted to be heroes, I nearly had a heart attack at first!" The crowd erupted with chuckles, and Angel had a embarrassed smirk. "I tried to imagine my two kids beating up bad guys and jumping out of buildings... I almost couldn't! But, you both pulled through, and look at where you are now! U.A High School, the best in the country! Become great heroes. Both of you. I know you can do it."

The audience applauded the short speech and the two it was directed towards. Once the clapping died down Mamoru lifted his glass in the air, "now let's enjoy the night shall we?!"

The party began, everyone was having their fun, talking to personal heroes or big icons, busting some moves (or attempting to), eating mountains upon mountain of gourmet food or just generally enjoying the atmosphere. It was turning out to be a fun night.

Little did any of them know, the night of celebration was soon about to come to harsh end.

Outside

Night Hood had begun making their way around the side of the mansion. All the guards had been incapacitated, but they stayed cautious, slinking through the magnificent shrubbery surrounding the palace.

The group of 50 hoods had surrounded both sides of the building, and had starting scaling the walls. Hazer and Lancer were next to each other, and Hazer place a heavy hand firmly on Lancer's shoulder and whispered, "don't you forget what I told you Lancer... you mess this up and you're through."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind..." Lancer retorted coldly, and continued moving up as Hazer watched angrily from below.

In the Main Hall

"Phew... what a night!" Mira stated, walking away from all the action and resting by the corner, close to giant window that reveal the amazing gardening of the estate.

"Heh, too much for you to handle?" A mocking voice arose from Mira's right. The corner was already occupied by Damian, who looked at him with a smug grin. "Not everyday does a common kid get to experience the luxuries of the high life."

"Heh, yeah it's all pretty amazing" Mira replied naively.

"Wha-? Dude, that was an insult, not a joke" Damian stated, his usual scowl returning to his face.

"What really?!" Said Mira, stunned by the sudden animosity.

Damian sighed, "are the rest of 1-A as dense as you?"

"Some more, some less, I'd say I'm average" Mira replied calmly shrugging.

Damian smirked smugly again, "If you're the average, I guess 1-B won't have any problem coming out on top."

Mira responding with his own cheeky smile, "really huh? Well I guess we'll see about that, when the time comes."

The two's conversation was put to an end once Angel approached them. "Mira come over! Shin is doing another one of his tricks and he wants all of us to see it."

"Tricks? I thought that U.A High School was a place for future heroes, not clowns!" Damian piped up.

"Brother..." Angel mumbled sadly, Mira could see that she didn't want to be anywhere near Damian but wanting to bring Mira in for the fun.

Damian kissed his teeth and walked off, mumbling to himself, "hero or clown... you'd still be his little Angel..."

"Are you okay?" Mira asked, finally staring to get a little pissed with Damian.

"Y-yeah..." Angel replied, slowly returning back to her beaming smile, "don't mind him, he's always like that..."

But before she could take Mira over to the rest of the class, another some others walked over to them. They were a couple, an tall man and an average lady. The man looked tired with slim blue eyes behind bottle lenses and unkempt dark green hair. He seemed somewhat awkward, like he was trying to find anyway to escape this social situation.

The woman on the other hand was the complete opposite, she looked like she had spent hours doing up her makeup and styling her rose pink hair perfectly, wearin slim glasses in a designer bright red frame, for her crimson eyes. She was oozing with confidence, like she was ready to talk to anyone.

"Hi there, we just had to come and introduce ourselves..." said the woman, putting a hand out, "I'm Rosalind Gena, Rosa for short, and this is my husband Watson."

Angel accepted the gesture, warmly shaking her hand, "Angel Sora, though I'm sure you already know that."

Rosa laughed, "right on the mark! You see, we're both scientists in the field of Superhuman Development, and we wanted to just ask you a couple questions about somethings."

"Umm, w-well?" Angel stuttered, she looked to Mira.

Mira just laughed, "I'll go and catch up with Shin and the others, don't worry."

But as he walked away, terror shook the hall. With a loud crash, a large glass pane slammed into the floor, and a woman screamed out as something else followed the pane.

"Good Evening" the digitalised voice of Lancer echoed across the room, "Night Hood has deemed Sora Industries worthy of being raided" he drew his arm out as a red liquid flowed around it, hardening into a sharp spike.

Panic immediately rang out from the hall, as more and more hoods flew into the room, with Hazer and Viper entering in last.

"Now then..." Hazer mumbled, adjusting his silver mask, "let's begin the heist."

And everything went dark.