After some deliberation I am going to rewrite this again as this is not something that seems to be going the way I originally envisioned it and has gotten way off track. I will still post on this story, just deleted all the chapters. Please also keep in mind I am a High school senior, looking for a job and trying to understand how College Works without any help from my school.

Thanks. Bye.


"Theoretically...shouldn't this world be a part of the one with the Moon Cell?" Izuku asked one day, the Priestess sighing. "I mean, since we have magic with me and...I might be able to get to the moon cell."

"In theory it is, but it's the lack of Mana that makes it difficult to get to," she explained. "Humans have a very low sense of curiosity, compounded by the fact that Quirks, powers only imagined and hoped for, became reality."

"So...we have a root?"

"Yes, but not the same root that you have experienced in the other as strong or connected to the threads of this world as others," she informed him, placing the dead body down. Ah, for the Sulpeder. "I made a mistake, all worlds are inevitably connected to one another, but something caused this world to have a tear in it's connection and allow for...this," she spread her arms.

"But it was not originally from this universe," he murmured.

"More like the Root attempted to...root," she sighed, Izuku giggling. "Itself in this world, but when quirks emerged, the lack of mana and curiosity it came to have didn't allow for a strong connection that allowed the great ones to overlook this and allow mystery to fade faster."

"So...in theory...I could head back home," he asked, his voice was so small as he looked down.

"Very small," she sighed closing her eyes. "I sensed that this universe is attempting to close itself off from the Root and Moon Cell, only you, the grail and myself are rooting both items here...if only lightly."

"I heard that there was a new ruler of the moon...well technician," he giggled. "One that was never summoned. And one that BB really hates," he sighed.

"How did you come by that information," she jolted.

"I don't know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "BB mentioned it before we burned her…"

"I see...that could mean the whole structure of Moon Cell is now different...down to Mana…"

Izuku looked at the priestess, biting his lip before he spoke up. "So if I lose my magic..in a world like this..."

"The connection becomes weaker to both Moon Cell and the Root."

"Was I a line before I left?"

"I don't know," she shook her head. "I don't know Izuku."

"What happens if magic, curiosity and everything else that keeps magic alive...is gone?"

She stayed silent and Izuku knew that his fate was sealed.

He would never return to his home.

"So if magic is really gone from this world to begin with," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Bad things are going to happen, if we can't stabilize it."

"Let's focus on the Grail."

"Right."


Eraserhead hummed as he looked at the evidence compiled, looking through the coroner's report, before groaning.

There was nothing.

The only evidence they had was the word of the Wild Wild Pussy Cats, and though reliable...they weren't trained to deal with this.

If he were dealing with murders was something so out of his depth...they just didn't happen as much anymore and looking at the man with a knife wound through his skull made him want to vomit.

He was killed in cold blood and 18 more people were going to die.

They had no evidence on him or seemingly any reason behind the murder, just that he was target for revenge.

But what had he done in his life to warrant someone to want revenge on him? They had nothing on the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

God..he needed coffee and a cat.

Beside him All Might pursed his lips as he looked over the corner report that Eraserhead had handed him and then the photo.

"We can deduce that this woman was most likely killed," He began, All Might looking at the woman and shaking his head; why? "And whoever she had her arms around wants her death avenged."

"Why take the law into their own hands," he sighed, placing the photo back down and taking off the gloves.

"We tried finger prints but nothing. It seems that it was in a protective sleeve and it slipped out," he grunted, downing the last of his death coffee before tossing the cup in the trash.

"We need to inform the public and ask them to never be alone anymore," he sighed. "This is different from the Hero Killer," All Might murmured.

"This one goes after civilians and has the intent to kill," Eraserhead rubbed his eyes. "This is going to cause mass panic."

"We need to inform the schools first," All Might spoke up, Eraserhead nodding as he turned to Naomasa who pursed his lips before nodding and waving to make a call.

"What confuses me about this whole thing," Eraserhead spoke up. "Is that his basement was cleared of anything and everything...but there was evidence he had things down there...but it's all gone. The dust showed that it was moved by...something like a portal."

"So...we are dealing with someone with a warp quirk," All Might jolted.

"Maybe...like the Pussycats stated, if it happened so fast that they were never able to fully get an understanding of it," he shook his head. "And then the one who killed Villagard….they never saw his quirk."

"Wonderful," All Might sighed.

Eraserhead merely hummed, before looking at his side his eye catching some other paperwork.

"What's this," he asked.

"Oh! Sorry! It got mixed up," he apologized grabbing it. "I'm hosting an event in my Tower later this month! It's for charity and fundraising."

'What's the event?"

"Oh it's…"


A WEEK LATER

Izuku sighed as he watched the news, seeing info on the murder that had happened and clenching his phone tighter in his hand. He took in a deep breath and reminded himself that they were looking for two full adults...not a quirkless 10 year old and an alien priestess.

Damn...they were almost caught.

He was now glad that the Priestess insisted on coming with him during the mission. It seems that she had some sense of clairvoyance or….she just had a hunch.

Either way he was thankful, because if she hadn't….

He was unsure if he would have been able to outrun Ragdoll and Tiger, on top of Pixie-Bob.

In that terrain he would have been fucked if he made a single wrong move and how Pixie-Bob nearly caught him after he finished off Villagard…

Too close for comfort.

He sighed as he shoved the phone back into his pocket and he knew, he knew there was going to be a fucking assembly on being safe now that their was seemingly a murderer out on the loose.

Honestly, they were overreacting.

Not even 300 years ago, murder was something that was investigated regularly and even then it wasn't blow out of proportion like now. Fucking acting like a serial killer is out on the loose.

Shaking his head he cracked his neck and headed into the quad, before he was hounded by Bakugou.

"Did you hear," he growled, hands clenched on his side. His eyes flicked side to side, like he was worried the murder was before them…

Funny, if only people thought Izuku capable of murder. But sadly they didn't, they assumed he was too sweet for that…

Which made getting away with it easier.

"The murders?" He cocked his head to the side confused, but he knew.

"Yeah," he nodded, breathing in lightly before releasing a big breath and relaxing.

Ah, if only he knew who he was confiding in.

"Of course," Izuku sighed. "Overreacting if you ask me. Murder and Jealousy have always gone hand and hand. Along with revenge," he shrugged.

Especially revenge.

"Still though," Bakugou crossed his arms. "We are going to walk together now-"

"No," Izuku stopped him short, glaring at Bakugou. "I do not care what people say. Meeting the murderer is one in a million," he sniffed.

"Izuku-"

"I am not going to be babied," he huffed, heading in.

"Izu," Bakugou sighed, looking as his back faded in the distance before breaking out into a run after him. He was not going to allow that idiot to end up dying because he wasn't careful.


ANOTHER WEEK LATER

Inko gasped as Izuku began to thrash and murmur, his face scrunched up in pain as he whimpered out names.

"N...no…" he moaned. "Y...you not r...real," he slurred. "O...okita….Sh...shiki….not real…"

"Izuku," she murmured, gently shaking him. But he was still deep in his dream.

"Qin...Qin Shi...no...noo…." he whimpered, tears flowing down his face as he tensed in his position on the couch.

"Izuku," she stated more forcefully and yelped when his eyes snapped open and he bolted up.

"YOUR NOT REAL," he screamed, breathing harshly as he whipped his head from place to place, sweat rolling down his face as he calmed down.

"Izuku-"

"I'll be in my room," he whispered, hastily escaping his mother's worried questions with a slam of his door. He slid down to the ground and placed the palm of his hands over his eyes as he tried to come to terms with what the hell happened.


"I am worried," Inko sighed as she sat across from Izuku's doctor. "He's been having strange dreams and been murmuring the names of people.."

"And what are their names?" She looked curious as she got out her notepad and clicked open her pen.

"Umm...Shiki...Qin Shi…" she murmured. "One of them was Okita?"

"I see...Can you bring Izuku in," she asked Inko never noticing as her hand tightened and her breathing hitched, "and allow me to speak to him alone," she smiled.

"Of...of course," Inko nodded as Izuku come in, looking tired and all around dead as he plopped on the couch; groaning as the light hit him before plopping over and laying down like a slug.

"Have Shiki and Qin Shi Haung attempted to speak to you Via the root," she demanded. "Have Alaya's Counter Guardians-"

"I don't know," he moaned, and she could tell he was on the verge of crying. "I always...Always force myself to wake up when they try to speak," he swallowed. "I...I don't want to be disappointed and...and I hate the fear and hope I have when I sleep…."

"Izuku-"

"I see them, reaching out for me," he whispered, voice watery as he rubbed his eyes in a vain attempt to get rid of his tears. "I can see their mouths moving...Sometimes they looked relieved to see me...other times worried...like they know what's going on.."

"Izuku-"

"I...I want to believe that they are the people I once knew," he admitted, clenching his hands tight. "But...Qin and Okita Alter would be different. They wouldn't remember me and Shiki...she would never bother to remember….I...I just don't want to be hurt if it all turns out to be false."

"Izuku...how did you come in contact with the root," she asked, the boy whipping his head up and he tried to think. The priestess looked at him intently before speaking up. "I can see a faint line connecting you to Akasha and Moon Cell….Are you sure you're a mage?"

"I...I am a Mage," he murmured. "No way in hell I'm a True Magician. Have you seen me try and use magic?"

"I don't know...your genetic makeup could have changed...what happened?"

"I...honestly don't remember…." He murmured. "The whole event with me being near the root is...kinda fuzzy…"

"How old were you," she pressed. "Tell me everything you remember.

"I...I think I just had turned 13...and...there was a huge party…" he placed a hand on his head as he tried to piece together what happened. "To...to celebrate my coming of age...I was with Qin and Shiki…."


"Happy Birthday our little Prince," Qin Shi Haung smiled as he handed Izuku a small Ceremonial outfit. "I hope that this year of life brings prosperity to you."

"Ahahaha," Shiki, Saber not Assasin, giggled at his blush. "I see that you are becoming a budding young man worthy of his status," she remarked.

"You think," he sniffed, placing the gift gently beside his other...luxurious gifts.

"Indeed," she nodded, before jolting. "Something...someone not welcome is here…"

"Who," he murmured, eyes flicking around before he jolted as he was...alone.

Well...not really.

"Hello," Izuku jumped, before whirling around and coming face to face with a...woman? Or was it man? (Think of Lucifer from Devilman Crybaby) He was looking at Izuku curiously and reached out for him, but Izuku took a step back at the pure and unrestrained mana the other had.

"Wh…" he choked, it was crushing him. "Who are you," he coughed, the other humming before smiling lightly.

"I have a request," they stated, smiling lightly.

"Who...who are you," he demanded.

"I am known by many things….especially to you mages," they murmured, Izuku jolting.

"Your the root?"

"I supposed, as it is one of my names," they nodded. "I need you to do something for me, it is pivotal."

Static…..static….static

"What," Izuku demanded, swaying as the mana began to get to him.

"Your world, where you come from," they began. "I need you to reinforce Mystery in the world. It is nearly gone by this point."

"Huh," he asked.

"It will spell bad news for your world if Mystery is no longer in the world," they smiled, but it was lifeless. "I see that quirks have overruled the mystic arts and beliefs that people once had, as well as the respect they had for them. The respect and Mystery that surrounded legends and myths that shaped your world. Not so unlike this one," Ashaka, or the Root, murmured as they looked at Izuku.

static…..static...

"What will happen to my world," he murmured.

"Insure that Mystery is still around," they smiled before Izuku gasped awake to the concerned face of Ritsuka.

"OMG," she gasped, hugging her boy when he jumped up. "I am so glad you're alright! I need to get Nightingale! Shiki, please watch him," she sniffed before rushing out, Izuku's fists clenched in the sheets.

"You saw Ashaka," she murmured, Izuku nodding his eyes blown wide and he tried to comprehend what the hell just happened.

"H...they…'' he floundered for a pronoun. "Wanted something from me...something covering my home world…"

"What," she asked.

"Keep Mystery alive," he sniffed.

"I see…" She looked worried, and Izuku merely kept silent.


"I know there was more from the meeting between me and Ashaka...but that's the basic's," he sighed, rubbing his head.

"Ashaka was right to be worried," the Priestess sighed. "It is worrisome if Mystery was to fully fade from the world. Mystery allows humans to evolve and continue to go forward. You saw what happened to those who failed," Izuku flinched before nodding. "We have some mystery in this world now...but it always revolves around quirks and once those mysteries are solved…"

"So I need to start...what! Doing spells and rituals," he scoffed.

"Something," she sighed. "But with the grail it might be easier…"

"We need to find that fucking thing," he began, ignoring her look. "Even though it's like 1 in a billion...if someone happens to find it who could use it…"

"Maybe...we could summon...someone more...evil...to balance things out," she offered and Izuku groaned.

"I can only stand Angra on a good day. Kirara is a bitch that can't be stable if her life relies on it, and Foreigners are touch and go, even if they do like me, and...ugh...so many bad people and so many of them were tough to control on a good day."

"Perhaps..if only we know the grail is under the possession of another," she offered and Izuku nodded.

"Yeah...I also need to catch up on all the shit-I am cursing,' he stopped, staring into her disapproving face. "I lived with pirates and mercenaries! I am going to fucking cuss," he huffed. "I also need to catch up on all the shit I missed."

"How," she asked.

"I don't know, that's also going to help with my mystery...thing...But I know that for one of the ways for me to bring back Mystery is I need to summon a certain goddess."

"Oh..I see," she murmured. "She will certainly be a big help or not... I know that you were one of her closest friends."

"Yeah! But doing the ritual will be hard. All Might has been on edge since last month when we killed Villagard," Izuku murmured as he thumbed through the files about the investigation. "And I am sure she will be happy to help out...besides….she'll be vital in bringing back mystery."

"But…" The Priestess.

"Anything suspicious we do will be hard to get away with either way."

"Summoning her will help against those with great power and provide a safer hideout….as well as intimidation tactics," The Priestess sighed.

"Yeah, but a majority of Japan's hero population is going to be after us," he sighed. "We're screwed if Nezu is on this case."

"You doubt your intelligence," she gasped, she looked so scandalized.

"I don't think I will be able to outmaneuver him," Izuku pursed his lips, he looked so unsure of himself. "He is smart...I am not sure I will be able to keep up with him. It's been ages since I have had someone to match up to my level of intelligence."

"You have an advantage of a tactical mind," she reminded him. "You have experience. He has knowledge, but you understand how humans act in a battlefield," she smiled. "You have an advantage in being the leader of true battle and warfare. They can delude themselves all they want…"

"I suppose," he sighed.

"But...I have a question," she spoke, Izuku turning to her.

"Hmmm?"

"How are you going to do the summoning? There is little mana here to draw from and you already have a low supply as it is…"

"Yeah," he sighed. "This might kill me...but if a grail is here and barely activated...I might be able to do this...I just need a catalyst."

"Getting one might be easy...depending on the goddess."

"This will be hard..but luckily for us...an exhibition is going on that holds the catalyst," he smirked. "And it's in Tokyo!"

"A Museum Robbery?"

"Abostolutey." He grinned happily.

"When is it?"

"We have a week, because it opens tomorrow and it will last 8 days," he smiled.

"Alright," she nodded.

"One problem though," he sniffed, looking a bit sheepish. "The person hosting it…" He handed her the paper and she gaped.

"This is not going to be easy…"

"Yeah…"


FIVE DAYS LATER

"Alright," Izuku breathed as he overlooked the Gala event before beside him to the Priestess who shed her human form.

She was doing that more thankfully.

He hated looking at her human form, it made the fact he was helping him even more real.

Yeah...having her as the Priestess is better.

"How are we going to get in," she murmured from beside Izuku, the boy crouched as he looked down.

"I am thinking…keep watching. Eraserhead is notorious for running across the rooftops like batman," he sniffed.

"Of course," she sighed. "We are too close to other hero agencies," she murmured to him. "And all of them are hosting one thing or another."

"It's that time of the year," he gave a mirthless laugh. "This exhibition is both a fundraiser to keep the items preserved and a charity event as they both help people in need," he sighed. "Most heroes only ever do Fundraiser or charity events...but this is unique as it is an exhibition on the artifacts here."

"Do you think the item they hold is a piece of the goddesses clothing?"

"I seriously doubt it," he sniffed, eyes narrowing. "I need to get to the building behind all this mess," he jerked his chin to the mass of reports. "God, their acting like this is the fucking Met Gala," he shook his head.

"I heard that was disbanded nearly 100 years ago."

"Pity...it was a nice party," he sniffed. "I'm heading in," he turned and took the communication device. "Line 3."

"Of course."

The Priestess watched as he began to run across the roof's and knew that they needed to be careful.

If not...one of them was going to be captured.


Izuku took in a deep breath as he forced his heart to go slower, remembering Kiritsugu and the Hassan's hellish training as they taught him about infiltration.

Slower...he needed to get it slower, he breathed in slower and forced his heart to go slower and lower his body temp.

He just needed to scout out the place for a moment before he began his infiltration.

"I could have sworn I saw someone," a guard's voice spoke up and Izuku forced himself to still, he pushed down the urge to have his heart spike as well as the urge to jump in place, he eyed the two guards walking past him.

Neither had any weapons on him and he almost wished that they did….he missed it when people would shoot at him.

God...he sounded like one of those old men.

Shaking his head he smirked when they had their back fully to him and by their badges he could tell them where to patrol this roof.

Sneaking quietly behind them he slicked his hair back and clicked his mask into place before tripping one and slamming his plan into his jugular. He choked and flailed to get air back in his throat before Izuku grabbed the hand going to grab him and shifting his center of balance to toss him onto the ground.

Raising his foot he slammed it into the head of the one he slammed down before rearing it back and kicking the other, the man dropping like a fly.

He moved to head to the building before a shift in the air had him rushing behind a unit as capture Tape came out.

"Impressive," the ever dull voice of Eraserhead commented, dropping down next to the men and checking their pulses. "You wasted little time and took them out easily."

Izuku stayed silent.

He really wished he really invested in a voice modulator.

"But, I know you're up to something," he said, Izuku knowing he's going to have to run and gun it.

Cursing lightly he bolted past the Underground hero and to the edge of the building that was closest to the one that held the prize he had. He zig zagged in order to avoid the capture weapon that came after him, jumping off the ledge and grunting as he slammed into the cool glass of the office building.

"Ha," he sniffed, quickly scaling it like he was taught by Yan Qing and he laughed as he heard Eraserhead cursing as he realized that Izuku was using skill and not a quirk.

Reaching the floor that seemingly held what he needed, he kicked the glass and smiled as he realized it wasn't tempered before landing silently like a cat. He turned his senses into the floor and smiled as all there was a skinny man that would prove to be easy to take care of, before grabbing his small portable flashlight and shing it around the room.

Izuku grinned from ear to ear as he saw he was on the right floor and room after all.

Uncaring of the panic that what's he doing would cause, he began ripping sheets off the pieces of art and tried to determine in the where worth enough to use a catalyst.

In the end he managed to grab about three others that would be worth it...but none of them a catalyst to the goddess he wanted. Placing them in his bag that was enchanted to hold large objects in the small pockets, bless those casters, he pulled the last one down and smiled at the piece he was looking for.

It was small...it could be a small bobble a person would have on their bookshelf for aesthetic...but for that goddess it was a vital pin on her person. A small golden skull with it's mouth open like it was screaming…

Perfect.

Grabbing it, be shoved in his pocket before turning to leave.

Until that voice.

"I see that Eraserhead was correct in the assumption that you managed to get into the building….but only for these artifacts."

Fuck!

Izuku whipped around and tried to cool his anger as he came face to face with the one hero he despised the most.

"Now, how about you return those items you stole and turn yourself in," he said that with his usual stuipd fucking grin.

"All Might," he rasped, eyes narrowed as he stared at the supposed Symbol of Peace.

Oh yea, he forgot to mention.

All Might was the one hosting the Exhibition.


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