"Keeping this from the kid is not doing him any favors and aren't you two at an impasse already," Caster asked as he spoke to the Alien Priestess.

"He doesn't need to know," she insisted. "I am helping him."

"I had to bring the Musik Family here to the Moon Cell," he snapped, eyes narrowed. "The Mages association is getting more pissed as the days go on! It's been four years since Izuku came back to his home world and they are not happy he is still alive and killed their only mole in his world."

"And that is not my problem," she shot back.

"You're the one who assisted in killing Villagard," he huffed, leaning back in his chair. "They almost saw through my little wall and found the rift between this plane and yours!"

"Then you should be working harder," she hissed, eyes narrowing.

"Listen here you bitch," he snarled, getting close to the camera. "I am not the one at fault here! Currently I have a vegetable of a woman that was once the holder of the Spirit Galahad! God knows how long rehab will be! The Musik family is under my protection as well as I have to defend against the Mages Association as they attempt to breach Moon Cell. I am doing far more than you!"

"I cannot tell Izuku any of this," she whispered, eyes down as she tried to calm her breathing.

"You're going to end up hurting him more than helping him," Caster sighed, his rage cooled for the moment.

'I...I can't," she murmured.

"He will find out, either by the mages attempting to finish him off from their last failed attempt and when your memory altering magic wears off...he is going to be pissed," He informed her. "He is not going to take to your deception well and he is not going to let you in anymore."

"Is there anything of importance that you can tell me aside from slandering how I handle what is going one," she demanded, turning around to leave.

"How has the search for the Holy Grail been," he asked, looking like he regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth.

"Izuku's anger is getting worse with each passing year," she admitted with a sigh. "We have had many false leads and he has become so busy with training Hitoshi that it slipped under our radar for a while."

"But?"

"We have unfortunately determined that it is in another country...it may be years before we have an opportunity to get it," she sighed.

"Ah...with catalysts, they are often displayed," he hummed, the woman nodding.

"The Grail is different in the sense we need to actually find it," she groaned. "Izuku's nagging and anger is something I find myself dreading when another lead turns up dry."

"Well hunting the Grail was easier in Chaldea and when his parents were not on his case 24/7," he shrugged.

"Indeed," she sniffed, before an awkward silence reigned. Caster shook his head before piping up again.

"How is the catalyst collecting going," he finally settled on with a tired sigh.

"The ones that have eluded us the most have been the more modern heroes," she informed him, the man humming. "We have had to stop our attempts for a time...as no exhibitions were coming to Japan after the third or so swipe."

"Makes sense," he hummed, twirling a pencil. "So you've been using gates to get place to place to throw suspicion off?"

"Yes...but there's two exhibitons on the life of Li Shuwen and the two gods of modern electricity. Edison and Tesla," she stated, she raised a brow as he choked on his water and flailed about.

"They are going to split up this job," he asked, sitting up straight. "All four of them were valuable servants in their own right….if we miss even one-"

"We managed to take a scrap of Li's clothes from both his younger and older years...but it was noticed…" she sighed, caster groaning as well.

"Are they heading back to where the stuff originated from?"

"No, they are asking for all Heroes in Japan to come and protect the exhibition," she stated. "Izuku...is quite happy."

"Of course he is."

"The raid is tonight...closing night," she smiled.

"I'll be sure to bring Popcorn," he smiled, giggling at the thought of the raid that night.


"Izuku this is suicide," Hitoshi gasped as the other told him to get ready for the raid. "All Might! Endeavor! Hawks! Best Jeanist! All the top ten are here tonight! Every Underground that can be dispatched and some of the best students of the top Hero Schools!"

"Ah! Like old times," he gushed, looking so giddy. "Invading a heavily armed and protected fortress to gain the item we need...ah...how fun," he smiled, he looked so dreamy...

"I...Izuku," Mei sighed, looking up from her latest baby. "Your...battle hungry side is showing."

"Oh," he smiled brightly. "Is it?! I didn't notice! Thanks for the warning though," he giggled before moving to grab his mask.

"Izuku, they have been on high alert ever since the robbery at the Museum in Miyazaki Prefecture," Hitoshi sighed as he too got on his gear. "This is such a bad idea…."

"Well whine all you want! Cause I think it's a great idea," Izuku smiled, looking at his blade with a critical eye. "Besides! It's back where it all began!"

"All Might's Tower," Hitoshi swallowed as he placed his mask on.

"Ah! To see All Might and Eraserhead again will be such fun! It's gotten a bit boring to always have someone else chase you," Izuku puffed out his cheeks, placing his hands on his waist.

Mei only shook her head and thought back to when she actually feared this boy.

At first glance he was a cool and collected leader that was a formidable person to fight against, took no shit and was someone whose intelligence baffled people. He was hard to approach and had a hard time making a joke. And while all of that was true…

He was just a lonely kid.

He hid behind that facade and hoped that no one would see the truly scared and lonely kid that was beneath such a surface, he was afraid of being made fun of or coddled. He wanted to be seen as independent and not some helpless quirkless kid.

Well, Mei thought with a shake of her head, she could muse on it later.

"Hitoshi," she called, the other coming toward her as she handed him his new and improved items.

Izuku was stubborn in the fact that he refused new tech equipment and wanted to use swords, arrows and guns whenever he could. He sometimes took electric escrima sticks, that would attach to become a bo staff at times, but that was the farthest he went aside from locators and communicators.

"This is the last heist of the year! Because in a week we have the UA Entrance Exams," he pumped his fist up, smiling brightly under his mask as he tied his hair back.

"We are going to die tonight," Hitoshi murmured as he began to pray.

Another weird thing about Izuku is that he was both highly religious...and yet not…

He believed in the Cathloic God and yet he also prayed to old Pagan gods….

He was strange for sure.

"Let's go," he winked, the two heading out as Mei set up their control center from the old Chaldean computer which she is still attempting to learn. "It's the heist of the century!"

More like a suicide quest.


"Tch...this is pissing me off," Eraserhead snapped as he paced beside Present Mic and All Might, the first hero attempting to calm his cat obsessed husband. "No," he snapped, voice cold. "He's evaded us for four years. He's mocked me and everyone else and now he has a little partner."

"What worries me is that he never acknowledged that he killed that man four years ago," All Might hummed, looking out over the exhibit before shaking his head. "He acts like murder was all part of the plan...and that is was something to be thrown to the back of his mind….he killed a man."

"He's a sick kid," Present Mic stated as he smiled at two kids looking in awe at the display. "He'll get the help he needs and then he can properly pay for what he did."

"I...I guess so," All Might nodded, looking at the two kids before smiling as well.

They seemed so interested in the display and where talking animatedly, hands moving about and he found himself smiling.

Over the years interest in these artifacts and history has risen due to the fact they were being stolen. People were once more rediscovering the interesting legends and myths that came with them, as well as the colorful history that these people created for their country.

But it was still a touchy subject with so many of these old myths and legends having murder, rape and so many other villainous behaviors of the heroes…

But, it was nice to see kids take an interest.

"What worries me right now is how he has not made a move or a noise as to alert us he is here," Eraserhead murmured as he scanned the crowd. "In France, Germany and every other country he's hit, he's made some type of announcement."

"He could be wary of Endeavor," Present Mic offered. "The last heist was one he was protecting and Endeavor is pissed that not only was he outwitted, but he was made a fool of."

"Yeah," Eraserhead snorted. "Nearly blew up the building that he was protecting because the kid got away."

"His youngest is here as well," All Might stated. 'He's hoping that he will be the one to catch the child thief."

"Well...we need to stop him before he kills the kid," Present Mic sighed, watching as the two kids motioned to the next exhibit in the other room, heading off with a giggle.

None of the heroes noticed that the display that held Tesla's journal was now empty, and they wouldn't notice it for a long time.


"Never thought this is how it would go," the famed Historical Thief murmured into Shoto's ear as he held a blade to his throat. "Endeavor's...prize child," he purred, making the other shiver, before scowling.

"Do not call me that," he hissed, his hand getting warmer as flames wished to break through-but he held back.

"Tch," the thief huffed as he looked at the boy. "Holding back your power? Now that really pisses me off."

"It is his power," he hissed to the thief as his partner took the items and placed them in the sack.

"Oh, going with the old 'It's his power, so I don't want to use it because-'"," he was cut off by his partner.

"Chaldean," his partner whispered and Shoto jolted as he realized-that is his name.

All this time the world had known him as the Historical Thief, a fanatic that was obsessed with priceless artifacts and had a knack for pissing off heroes, never once did they think to learn his title.

And never once did they think to ask him for it.

"Yes, Mindwarp," he murmured, his glowing green eyes still locked on Shoto's.

They were so...pretty.

"I have the items! Let's go," he whispered, eyes flicking generously to all the entrances.

He was scared.

"You go," he stated and Shoto knew Chaldean was smiling under his mask, he breathed in a sigh when the knife slipped away from his throat. "I have business here."

"Can you stop wanting to antagonize every damn hero you meet," Mindwarp groaned. "You're going to end up getting caught!"

"I'll be fine," he assured his friend, smiling at Shoto. "How about you tell me where that flaming trash can of a hero is," he murmured, smiling lightly under his mask as the boy gaped at him before grinning. "Go, warp," he ordered and Shoto watched as the other snapped to attention and bowed before heading out.

"About...the Trash can," Shoto began, stuttering to a stop as the glowing eyes flicked to him.

"I would very much like to speak to him...if you would. Sho-to," he clicked his tongue as he spoke his name, Shoto swallowing before nodding.

"Follow me."

They boy hummed as they began the trek to Endeavor, the man telling Shoto to begin his first patrol alone as he overlooked his tiny command center and tried to find the person Shoto was leading to him.

"Tell me," he asked, Shoto turning to the boy. "Is he pissed that I managed to evade him back a few weeks ago?"

"Yes," Shoto nodded. "He is obsessed with being the one to unmask you and get the items you've stolen back."

"What do you think," the boy asked, turning to lock eyes with the other. "About the thing's I've stolen?"

"Honestly...I've seen how you treat them," Shoto admitted. "You probably have more respect and awe in those items than anyone ever could have now a days," he shrugged.

"So my raid of the Japanese Sword Museum?"

"That was a bit much," he admitted. "Stealing all of Japan's famous swords was a bit much. But it's better that they all retain their original forms instead of being broken apart to be views upon for a short amount of time."

"I see that you understand me," he winked before they stopped outside a door. "Ohh, high tech," he whistled at the finger pad. "I'll meet you inside," he winked before seemingly vanishing.

Shoto didn't question it and went inside.

"Father," Shoto said as he walked forward to the hero, eyes focused as the other turned to him. "I have spotted the Chaldean."

"Who," he asked, flames roaring up before going down.

"Me," a familiar voice said, before arms wrapped around his neck and began to squeeze.

Enji struggled as the arms squeezed tighter and tighter, getting lightheaded as the thief no doubt had immense combat experience. He clawed at the arm, and almost roasted him, had a prick of a needle not stopped him and soon the world began to get hazy.

"I can't have you killing me tonight," he heard the Chaldean whisper. "So...I'll put you to sleep. Hmm?"

The last thing he remembered was a 'Now onto you, boy.'

Then black.


"Many a thanks," he chuckled as Endeavor fell to the floor unconscious with a grunt, he followed with a dramatic bow. "I would stay...but I do have an appointment with All Might and Eraserhead...as I do have very interesting information for them that I am sure they will positively adore," he sang, the other merely looking at him in confusion.

"Y...your my age aren't you," he asked, Chaldean looking at him with narrowed eyes before suddenly he was gone and a pressure was on Shoto's back.

"You won't tell anyone right," he murmured into Shoto's ear, making the boy freeze up and shiver slightly.

Speed? Or Teleportation...is that how he got away?

"Well," the other pressed, Shoto nodding as he could feel the other smirk before stepping back. "Great! Because I like you," he purred out, Shoto swallowing at the tone. "I am going to tell you a bit of a secret…"

"What," he found himself verbalizing.

"I am going to UA, the Hero Course," he winked, before jumping up and heading through the vents, Shoto gaping as he processed it.

He...He's going to be at UA with him…

He's going to be in the Hero course.

He can see him again.

He could only hope that he was really that flirty with everyone he met….or maybe that was a clue…?


"Great to see you again," that voice…

Eraserhead whipped out and shot his Capture tape to the thief, the boy jumping out of the way of the patrolling hero.

"Problem child, cockier than the first time we met," he noted, taking note of the support gear he was boasting.

"Well, maybe," he smiled, leaning against the rail he jumped behind. "I mean...it was hard. Coming back after so long...getting used to this place again," he sighed, and Shouta could tell he was...tired.

Not like he was at times, with sleep deprivation due to overwork. But...he looked so emotionally drained.

"Why do this kid...why steal history-"

"God, you're all the same," he huffed, knocking a knuckle to the metal. "You know it's your world's history...but do you really care," he asked and Shouta looked at him confused. "You all only care about it because it's old...you'd rather forget the people who once used and wore these things."

"I do';t ask questions with things that don't hurt people...but you killed a man-"

"A bad man who killed many in the pursuit of research," he shot back.

"Then you should have told us," Eraser rebounded, the boy sighing in annoyance.

"Would you have believed me," he sighed, looking like a tired adult who has been through this before...maybe he has. "Would have believed me without concrete proof...a child, claiming a man is experimenting on people."

Ereaserhead was silent.

"I thought so," he huffed, shaking his head. "I admit this game of Cat and Mouse has been the most entertaining thing I have had happen to me in the last few years...but even this got boring," he yawned.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I will be moving onto more fun projects," he grinned and Eraserhead felt his heart stop.

He killed one man without remorse, he had 18 more to go.

"Are you-"

"Don't worry," the boy sighed, leaning back. "I don't plan on killing anyone," he giggled, making the hero tense. "Not unless they come for me first."

His hand moved to his tracker which he clicked when the kid threw his head back with a groan.

"I am merely moving onto something much more fun! I still have many more items to collect," he assured the hero. "But I think it's time to break out of this routine..ain't that right All Might?"

The boy leapt up the moment the hero lunged for him, grabbing onto the rails on the ceiling and swinging before landing on another rail that surrounded the room they were in. It was sort of like a showroom with a lowered floor for a gallery with a raised outer ring.

"Tch, same mind games as the other heroes described," All Might huffed.

"Me," he asked. "Do mind games?!"

"Your different from all those years ago," he commented, the boy groaning.

"Sure, I get it," he huffed, crossing his arms as All Might looked to Eraserhead who flicked his eyes down to signal his lightly glowing teacher. "I was a bit of a hardass all those years ago! But it's four years! People tend to grow more confident!"

"You still must pay for the crime of taking a life-"

"This again," he sighed, leaning against the rail and coming closer. "Murders were once more commonplace than people would like to admit, 300 or so years ago~!"

"Do not change the subject," All Might warned, he could sense the other heroes cautiously approaching.

'Yeah, yeah," the boy sighed. "Anyways, I best get out," he sniffed. "I have about oh...1 minute before Eraserheads reinforcements come and I really don't feel like fighting an army today. Bye," he sang before shooting up to the vent system the moment All Might and Eraserhead attempted to get him.

"Damn! He's in the Vent System," Eraser barked into the comm.

"Roger," the other heroes said.

"He's changed," All Might commented.

"I'm not sure which is easier to deal with," Eraser ground out as he rushed out the room, All Might following suite.

"Huh?"

"The overly cautious child or the confident one," he said, All Might nodding as he too thought so.

"Indeed."


Izuku giggled as he ran through the hall, taking out heroes left and right as fast as he could. He went wild, running on walls, kicking out at their heads, using others as shields...he felt like a warrior in the midst of a horrid battle.

It felt good.

He grabbed one student's punch, smiling at their shocked face before he flung them into Best Jeanist who yelped as a body came hurling at them.

He screamed when a small dagger impaled itself in his thigh and gasped as the kid took out another and flung it at an suspecting hero, Jeanist tearing his attention away from the kid to save the other. When he turned back the child had already covered the distance and tripped him before he could get his bearings. His head was grabbed and slammed into the ground, and after a flash of pain he fell into unconsciousness.

Izuku yelped and jerked back as a razor sharp feather came at him before kicking it away and toward another hero.

He looked up to Hawks, the rising hero was smart to stay back, the man sending out more feathers to force Izuku into a corner.

Okay, time to get out.

Bursting into a run he dodged the feathers as best he could, glad his clothing was tear resistant, because the moment they had a blood sample….game over. He jumped up and hopped from head to head, making them yelp as he ran across the room and jumping on the wall, they all gasped as he bolted up it.

Heading straight for Hawks.

"Shit," the hero grunted as he called his feathers back to fly away.

He yelped when a leg came to kick at him before falling back on the catwalk he perched on and scrambling to get up as Izuku grabbed the handle and jumped on as well.

Izuku eyed the feathers coming back before turning to the hero with apologetic eyes.

"Wasser in der Luft wird zu Frost*," he yelled, his magic circuits flaring up as the air around them cooled and the feathers froze with frost.

"The hell," the hero yelled, half his feathers falling to the ground encased in a delicate layer of frost. "What is your quirk," he demanded, before his eyes widened.

Izuku jumped atop the railing and made a dash for the hero, kicking at him before grabbing the handles on the other side, doing a handstand and falling down the side. He grabbed the bottom of the catwalk before hurling his body back up and hitting the plate that was the floor of it, making where Hawks was standing burst from the strength of his kick. The hero stumbled back before yelling as Izuku grabbed his leg and tripped him.

The hero hit his head on the rail twice before the concert of the entryway to the stairs and going limp.

That had to hurt.

He heaved himself back up and moved to scale the wall.

The best way to get out was through the roof.

Of the moment he got up, he was faced with an old friend.

"You've gotten better," Eraserhead commented as he appeared on the roof beside Izuku, the boy turning to the hero and looking around. "You've got a powerful quirk, you know?"

"Hmm," Izuku hummed, eyeing the area.

Where was All Might?

The shift in the air behind him had him moving to the side slightly as the hero jumped down and tried to trap him.

"Haaa...really," he asked the No.1 Hero before kicking his leg up and hitting him square in the jaw. He didn't notice the hand that went to push him and yelped as he was sent flying, slamming into a concrete wall and hitting his head.

His vision swam and head lolled forward as Eraserhead rushed over and tried to feel for blood, scolding All Might who looked shocked.

"Shit! Get an ambulance," he barked as he looked at the crater the kid's body had made.

Izuku groaned as his head began to ring and his ears soon drowned in a static sound….something was blocking his memory….of...of something…

What...what was it?

What was he forgetting?

Groaning he looked up and saw that Eraser had his back to him and All Might said he was going to jump down, the hero doing so and Izuku made his move.

In a flash his arms wrapped around Eraser's neck and squeezed as hard as he could the hero choking as it was done so fast he could only flail about, clawing at the kid's arm. His head got light and before he went unconscious he heard a-

"I'll be seeing you soon, Eraser."


Izuku gasped as he finally got out, stumbling into the base and holding his head as he no doubt had a concussion.

"Izuku," Mei gasped, rushing toward him and guiding him to a couch. "Stay awake alright!"

"I...I just need to sleep this off," he murmured, swaying as the pounding in his head got worse and a pain in his chest began to form.

But it was strange…

It...it was like a small little nick similar to a knife wound...or a bullet….

Bullet...Like...Like from a gun…

Gun….Gun….gun…

He….he's had a gun pointed at him...once...once...in...in a church…

"Where's Hitoshi," he groaned, shaking slightly as the ringing in his ears got worse.

"He's placing the items in their respective places…" she swallowed, grabbing the med kit and moving to bandage his wound. "You have to stay up alright?"

"I...I just need to sleep," he murmured, something was bugging him...it was on the tip of his tougne.

He grunted as pain spiked in his chest and he grabbed the fabric over it, squeezing tight in his hands.

"Izuku!?"

"I...I….something," he took in a shaky breath before he fell onto the couch and an explosion of memories replaced his dreams.


MARCH XX, 20XX

BANG!

Izuku coughed as the bullet hit him, falling into the cool embrace of a familiar Priestess, the woman cooing as she too stumbled back. Shakily Izuku placed pressure on the bullet wound in his chest, smiling as he saw it hit a vital part….

He'd be dead in 20 minutes tops.

Around him he heard the Mages and Enforcers screaming and dropping like flies as the Priestess no doubt slaughtered them all.

He giggled at that...the Apostle of an Alien God, killing in his God's house…

Now that was funny.


The Priestess cooed as she held Izuku's body, the boy bleeding out before her from the bullet wound in his chest. Around them were the dead bodies of the mage who shot him and the association enforcers that came to get Izuku.

The boy was breathing shallow breaths, his hand was over his wound and gently cupping it as he sluggishly tried to comprehend what was going on.

"Am I finally going to die," he murmured, the Priestess sighing as she moved his hair out of his face. "I...I'm really happy…" tears began to flow down his face as he spoke. "I...I can see mom and dad again…"

The Priestess merely cocked her head to the side confused.

"I...I never felt loved in my home world," he explained, breathing in lowly. "Everything this, your status and opportunities to your job is determined by your quirk...and if you don't have one...your useless...but not too long ago those with quirks were seen as monsters," he chuckled.

The Priestess merely moved her hand to place pressure on his wound, making him cough and spurt up a bit of blood.

"But here," he smiled, he looked so young...he looked like the child she once saw in Chaldea before the Crypter Kadoc took over with this Servant. "Here I could be anything I wanted, and the sky was truly the limit...when I discovered I was a mage...my possibilities were boundless. When," he began to choke on his tears. "Those heros," he sniffed. "Those heroes! They believed in my ambition and my drive...they taught me...they believed in me…"

She stayed silent as she looked at the sobbing boy.

"I...I was their prince...the little emperor...warrior...heir to the kingdom they had believed Chaldea to be," he slurred. "Chaldea was their shining kingdom where they were everything and anything they wanted to be...but Ritsuka was their queen, empress and I was the prince…" he giggled, tears flowing down his face. "I was their beloved prince…"

She merely caressed his face, blood smearing from the corner of his mouth when she ran over it.

"I...I could have been a hero," he gave her a teary smile before he began to go unconscious from blood loss and she felt his heart began to slow. "I could have been greater than...than even All Might.."

"Y...you will be...the greatest hero your world will ever see," she murmured, caressing his paling face.

He was so close to death, she saw the avatar of it coming closer and closer to him; but she was not going to allow him to die. He needed to live and be the hero that she saw him becoming.

Her hand glowed as she began healing him, drawing back time in his body. Bringing his blood back, reversing the wound….

He would live…

He would become a hero.

She would make sure of it.


Izuku gasped awake with a yell, hand going to his old bullet wound; the wound now visible as the magic was fully gone. He snarled, pushing both Hitoshi and Mei away as he moved to the phone and punched in the Priestess' number.

"You get here now," he snarled, the other two freezing at his anger filled tone. "I have many questions for you and you better fucking explain everything...you understand me?"

With a shaky breath he ended the call and shook as he repressed his rage.

He...he had a chance to die.

He could have been with his mother right now...but the Priestess robbed him of that….

She took his only chance at happiness away.


*Water in the Air turn to Frost

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