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"I swear, you wanted to scare them," Mei giggled as Izuku retold his story.
'Um, that's not the main issue right now,'' Hitoshi whined as they sat at their usual diner, the owner smiling as he heard them talk about the UA entrance exam. "They sent Izuku his own personal freaking Robots! Can we like...focus on that!?"
"Why," Mei asked, sipping her milkshake.
"I had fun," he smiled, Hitoshi groaning as Mei began to bombard Izuku with questions about the robots he fought.
"You're both crazy," he moaned in despair, the owner chuckling at those crazy kids before moving to rip up the bill. "We are not even going to last a week!"
"Ooh," Izuku gasped, clapping his hands with a bright smile. "How about a bet!"
"No," Hitoshi yelped as Mei nodded happily, the other trying to code Hitoshi into the pool as he and Mei began to debate on the day. "Why!"
They deserve a good time without the worry of paying today.
A few hours later they were on their merry way back to their home before a car pulled up and a very familiar and unwelcome someone rolled down the window.
"Father," Izuku sighed, eyesing him with thinly veiled disdain as the man smiled at him.
"Izu," he smiled, ignoring his son's tone and face. "I have a surprise for you and your friends! Come on in!"
"I would rather head home-"
"Trust me you'll love it," he pressed, Izuku pursing his lips as he remembered his training from Marie and Cheavliar about dealing with people like this.
"Of course, thank you," he said, motioning the two to get in the back as he slid into the front seat, eyes straight as he crossed his arms and lips drawn thin.
"So, you might have heard rumors about a new Heroics teacher,' he stated as he turned onto the road, heading to a very familiar building to Izuku and Hitoshi.
"It's All Might," Hitoshi asked, looking to Izuku who clenched his arms tight and he could see the boy bristle.
"Yup! Because I am his head support tech repairman, and once he heard you and your friends were trying out, he wished to meet you," he smiled to his son, ignoring the burning fire in his eyes.
"Amazing," Izuku's voice was so tense that Hitoshi worried he would explode right then and there. "Thank you for taking us there."
"Of course," he smiled, giving his boy a soft look that made Izuku want to snap his neck.
After he went missing and they only knew that only god knew what to him...did that bastard care about him.
Mei and Hitoshi merely shared a look as the boy sat in stony silence, eyes narrowed as he glared ahead.
This was not going to be fun for the next few hours.
"All Might," the man turned from his conversation with David to see his head repair tech smiling as he stood beside the boy of his and David's conversation.
Izuku Midoriya.
"Hisashi, great to see you! And you must be Izuku," he smiled, David offering up his pleasantries to the man as All Might turned to the boy.
"Indeed, I am," he gave a stiff bow, before getting up and offering a dry smile. "It is an honor to know you witnessed my performance during the entrance exam."
"We both did," David smiled, turning to the boy before jolting at the….firmness in his tone.
"David Shield," Izuku gave another bow. "My friend is a great admirer of your work, it is a shame that your newest creation was copied and made a fool of by the Chaldean."
"Izuku-"
"Hey, it's alright," he assured the other. He smiled down to Izuku before speaking. "Sure it was a bummer that my newest tech was being used by a museum thief, but it was obvious he used it in ways that I could only think of on the off chance of inspiration."
"Hmm, is that so," Izuku looked interested as they began a back and forth.
Hisashi and All Might shared a look before flicking their eyes to the coffee maker and going to get their forbidden drink.
"Hey," Hisashi began as he poured his cup and handed the pot to All Might. "I heard the press was hounding you today," he began placing his ungodly amount of creamer and sugar in his cup now.
"Oh," All Might sighed, he looked over to the TV and flinched at the sight of himself and a blacked out figure….no doubt meant to represent the Chaldean. "Yes...they have been harsher this year with my attempts at the Chaldean."
"I heard Endeavor and everyone from the Gala is getting blasted too," he spoke gently. "Especially UA since the best Hero Students were knocked out quickly."
"Yes, it's been four years and no matter what...he slips our grasp and makes us look like fools," All Might sighed. "And Nezu is not happy that the Chaldean seems to make a satire out of the Hero Industry."
"I could have sworn that there was more positive stuff about you heroes," Hisashi said, All Might groaning as he remembered when it got worse. "It got pretty bad after the whole….Japanese Sword Museum incident," he flinched as he spoke, All Might nodding as he remembered the backlash he received after failing to capture him then…
He was still unsure of how the kid managed to nearly steal all the blades within a single night...they were broken apart into different pieces too…
That Chaldean was a special one.
"He's been smart and he's revealed he's moving onto a hero school…" All Might muttered, signing as Hisashi nearly choked on his drink.
"He's only a kid?"
"He's been trained well it seems," All Might conceded.
"How old do you think," he asked the hero.
All Might mulled on the thought for a moment before looking up and seeing Izuku. Vaguely his visage was replaced with the Chaldean's, even though their posture was similar.
"Izuku's age," he admitted, the other shuddering at the thought.
"Why," he murmured, All Might nodding.
Why indeed.
All Might sighed as he sat down and mulled on the meeting between him and his repairman's son, Izuku.
The one who got the highest score in UA's history and was quirkless.
He still remembered the fear that coursed him when he saw the pure joy in the boy's expression as he flew across the street, taunting and thanking them as he fought those robots. The raw strength he had impressed Nezu and it was determined he was too strong to be the Chaldean.
Not to mention that the Chaldean was spotted in France about two days ago.
Aizawa had all but nearly mauled Vlad King to death when he offered to take not only Midoriya but Hitoshi Shinsou who happened to be good friends, it seemed, with Midoriya.
Hitoshi was strong that there was no doubt about, and his quirk would be good for underground hero work to which Eraserhead smiled brightly about. He had a level head and tore through the robots strategically and saved people along the way with a huff and small smile.
Thinking back, the boy fought with the same amount of strength….to an extent...
Sighing he tried to get those burning emerald eyes out of his mind, pursing his lips he thought back to the boy's tense form. He heard from both Naomasa and Hisashi that he vanished for 4 or so years, returning the way he was now.
Naomasa had commented on how he noticed that the boy was smarter than others would give him credit and that he was actually well cared for wherever he was held. The boy apparently could speak around 50 or so different languages fluently and had good manners that took years of cultivation.
For all intents and purposes, he seems to have been well taken care of and was well educated.
For some reason he could have sworn that the boy was watching him with a critical eye, and for whatever reason he couldn't help but feel as if the boy hated him.
Or at least disliked him for whatever reason.
He could only hope that it wouldn't interfere with the boy's chances of becoming a hero, because showing such a persona could turn people against him and he would already have a hard time proving himself because he was quirkless.
Shaking his head he moved to his teaching plan, groaning at the amount of notes on it from the others.
Time to remake it…
For the 10th time.
Why was teaching so hard?
"Izuku," Mei asked, looking at the boy as he tried to reign in his anger, the other merely looking out the window as he wrote in his journal.
They were currently in...the showroom, as it was so lovingly called. Each relic was held there and cared for by the three of them, each labeled of the date and the person it belonged to. The walls were lined with history books that had long since taboo and books on the myths and legends of the heroes. Not to mention it was one of two showrooms, the second one held the weapons.
Warily she eyed the book, but restrained herself.
Mei never pried, it was one of the conditions they had agreed on all those years ago and she would be damned if she were to break that now.
"Hmm," he asked, placing his pen down, turning to look her straight in the eye with a blank face.
"How are you after today," she sighed, flinching at his cold stare before offering a small smile. "I know that-"
"I do not wish to speak about it," he told her, simply snapping his book closed before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "This whole thing is pointless beyond belief and my father merely wished to get into my good graces again."
"Yeah,..." she nodded, the boy sighing once more as he placed his book down and leaning back. "How was the meeting with All Might?"
"You mean what happened after you and Hitoshi abandoned me to the wolves," he hummed, the girl flinching at his cold tone.
"Y..yeah," she gulped, the boy grunting before getting up with a stretch.
"They saw that you and Hitoshi were with me," he began, the girl freezing. "We anticipated this," he told the girl. "I was first asked about how I knew two missing kids so well," he hummed, looking thoughtful. "I refused to speak of course, and was scolded….but I could care less."
"I see," Mei whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to repress the memories of her parents' abuse to Hitoshi.
"Oi," Izuku barked, using his thumb and index to hook beneath her chin and force her to look at him. "I swore to you that I would protect the both of you, did I not," he raised a brow.
"Y...yeah," she sniffed, the tears falling as he continued to stare at her with those compassion filled eyes.
"No harm will befall you, not so long as I am here,' he sighed, releasing her from his grip and stepping back.
"Yeah," she nodded, Izuku smiling lightly before turning.
"Head to bed, I must head back home," he sniffed, grabbing his bag with a small smile.
"Don't kill your father," she winked.
"Easier said than done," he breathed, heading out with a drag in his step.
Izuku growled as he resisted the urge to slam the door as hard as he could after entering his room.
That big headed buffon!
How dare he tell him that he was to take support gear to Hero Classes? Did he not see his performance during the entrance exam?! Did he not hear All Might's praises of him?
Izuku tried to reign in his desire to trash his room as he grabbed his notes on Servants and flipped through it to write down the moves he had used and who had taught him the moves.
Eventually he calmed down enough to think rationally and leaned back as he contemplated his past as Chalean's warrior.
Sure...he used guns.
Illegal.
Swords.
Illegal.
Knives.
Illegal.
Poison.
Illegal.
Bows.
Illegal.
He's going to have to rely on his magecraft when the time comes, but even then he risks people finding out about him and his kind of...people.
He would rather not be seen as the second coming of fucking quirks.
Groaning he threw his head back and contemplated what he was supposed to do before his Chaldean computer began to beep. Raising a brow he grabbed it and imputed his ID in quickly, logging in and raising a brow at the data.
He contemplated the fact he still had access to the system and that he basically was never found out, thankfully, and was now a step ahead of the Mages for the time being.
Then he froze.
It was all about quirks and the heroes in his world.
He got up as fast as he could and balked.
A mage was here….
And judging by the amount of data...they'd been here for years.
Right under his nose.
Scrambling to his bed he grabbed his phone and dialed the priestess as fast as he could.
"We have a major problem," he whispered, eyeing the various reports before shaking at the sight of the other mage here...and it wasn't even the one they were so careful to not to accidentally awaken their circuits. "Get to me as soon as possible….I think we need to tell the two of them."
Hanging up he looked at the reports on his screen and took a deep breath.
Just when he thought he could relax.
"This is worrying," Caster sighed as he leaned back in his chair and contemplated the info Izuku gave him. "I am surprised that a mage managed to get through my defenses," he grunted, typing on the computer.
"Unless they got here before they were set up," the Priestess hummed, eyeing Izuku who was painting the Egyptian servants. "They could have followed after Villagard and hidden, laying on the down low and observing the world around them for the last four years."
Izuku merely focused on his painting as they spoke.
Ozymandias was upon his throne with his Ruler Class brother, Moses, cheekily sitting across his lap with a bright smile. Both were laughing as Nitocris tried to gain order of her little followers and Cleopatra was yelling at a skinny Caesar. Ozymandias had his arm wrapped around Moses' neck, pulling them so they were cheek to cheek.
"This is worrying," Izuku murmured, hand tightening around his brush. "For years...they were under our radar…And they haven't even made a move against us. "
"Indeed. Data shows they were even in the cities you were in during the raid for catalysts, but they made no move to get to you," he hummed. "And now...we need everything to be ready for the moment that things are going to head south."
"Even though they have pledged loyalty to you for the last four years...it might not last after this," the Priestess warned.
"I trust them," Izuku whispered, making both the Priestess and Caster jump.
He...he never said that, even to them.
"I see," Caster hummed, eyesing the door the moment it opened the two came back from their morning run.
"Izuku…" Mei trailed off as she spotted the other two.
"Sit, please," he murmured, he was still in so much shock at the moment, he was barely himself.
"Izuku," Hitoshi asked, he looked concerned as he stepped forward before stepping back as the woman began to morph.
"I," the priestess began, getting up and shedding her human form. "Am the Priestess of the Alien God...or I once was."
"And I," Caster got up. "Am the Caster of Syracuse...or you can call me by my true name. Archimedes," he winked, the two looking lost as they stared at Izuku.
"Believe them," he murmured, placing his brush down and turning to them. "After I have explained everything, you have a chance to cut your ties with me and leave...I beg of you to not speak of it to anyone though," he began, the two turning to one another in concern before nodding and sitting down. "Now...allow me to explain…"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Complicated Explanation Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Wow," Mei breathed as Izuku finished, the girl zeroing in on his chest before looking away from the faded bullet wound.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he assured her, rubbing it as the Priestess looked away in shame.
"That's what you were yelling to her about," Hitoshi realized, the woman or alien flinching as Izuku firmly placed his tea cup down.
"Indeed," he twitched, the two sweat dropping before getting back on topic.
"So all these years, those lines weren't a figment of my imagination," Hitoshi hummed as he thought back to the explanation of mages. "And no wonder you have god tier strength...you were trained by one."
"I am nowhere near the strength of a servant," he huffed, Archimedes shaking his head and the Priestess huffing as well. "It's true."
"But you're far stronger than the average human and not to mention your reflexes are enough to help you," he stated dryly to the other who glared at him.
"Whatever," he huffed, placing his cup down fully.
"You're different now," Mei commented, the boy jolting before sighing and offering a sad smile.
"Chaldea was very...liberal...per say," he offered, looking uncomfortable.
"Yeah," Archimedes huffed as he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it, Izuku huffed.
"Any deeper in that mouth and i'd think you have no gag reflex," he sniffed, the other choking on it before cursing Izuku out.
"Brat," he hissed. "I already miss the old you where you hid your true personality for the sake of acting cool."
'Hmm," Izuku flicked his hair back before turning to Mei and Hitoshi. "So?"
"I'm in," Hitoshi nodded. "You saved me...I owe you everything," he stated. "I got into the hero course because of you…"
"You allowed me to save my brother and myself," Mei began. "I cannot thank you enough," she breathed.
"Well, Chaldea 2.0," Archimedes smiled. "The Inventor," he winked to Mei who jolted. "The Master," he smiled at Izuku who rolled his eyes. "And the Command Center," he turned to Hitoshi, the boy looked confused. "You want to remain in the shadows right?" He received a nod from the boy before he finished. "And someone needs to keep this idiot in line."
"Oi," he yelled, jumping up and looking pissed.
"You inherit your mother's incessant need to go and fix and save everything," Archimedes complained.
'And that's a bad thing?!"
"In certain circumstances, yes," the other yelled.
The two soon got into a screaming match and the Priestess merely hummed as she poured her tea, the two looking at the three of them in shock.
"Just like Chaldea...but more tame," she commented.
What were they getting themselves into?
Meanwhile the Priestess observed them, smiling sadly as she looked to the wall and saw a photo of Ritsuka, Romani and Da Vinci. The three had taken the photo as the main figures of Chaldea, Mashu Kyrielight had opted out and was the one who took the photo.
Looking back she saw Archimedes and Izuku squaring off against one another, Hitoshi and Mei looking between one another and the other two as they began to get in one another's faces.
They would never be those three...she knew that, the Priestess mulled as she sipped her tea. Romani had a lie that ended up failing and hurting Ritsuka and Izuku, Ritsuka was too concerned with the safety of humanity that she forgot her own selfish desires in the end, and Da Vinci simply wanted to cling to the one thing that gave her life.
So...those three would not be burdened with anything akin to what those three where….and they would never fully embody them.
Maybe that was a good thing, she hummed.
In the end...Chaldea took a bit of humanity out of everyone...Izuku was no exception; even if he refused to acknowledge it.
FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
"A pity you didn't consider coming into the hero course with us Mei," Izuku sighed as they walked through the gates,
"Please, I think the two of you will be enough to scare them to hell and back," she huffed, Izuku smiling brightly, but they knew that smile a bit too well.
He was so going to enjoy hurting them.
"Well…" he smiled, "come! Let's get to class," he called, Hitoshi shaking his head as he waved to Mei.
Over the weeks since the beans were spilled he and Izuku finally grew closer, and he finally felt as if he had a brother and not a mentor. It was a nice feeling and he was happy that he could find someone to confide in about other things and more...boy like things…
It was embarrassing when Izuku asked if he was ever going to ask him about sex…
Cause...a 22 year old in a 15 year old's body!
He was only thankful that even though he was far older mentally, he was still willing to be the brother Hitoshi longed for.
Even if their dynamic was a bit...strange.
"Now, now," Izuku cooed in his ear, wrapping his arms around him and jumping on his back. He rested his chin on his shoulder and gave a coy smile, "That is going one in that head of yours? I can see those cogs turning."
"Nothing," he shot back, pushing the other off before smirking down at the other. "That a shorty like you should be worried about."
"Oi," he warned, the two entering the classroom with a confident stride. "Just because I told you everything does not mean you can disrespect me," he winked, the other huffing as he sat down next to Izuku.
"Pardon me…" they looked up to see a busty teen with a wild black ponytail looking at them. "There is a seating chart and that seat is already occupied."
"So," he asked, leaning back with a raised brow, Izuku shaking his head. "We're highschoolers, since when do we have to follow this kind of stuff?"
Izuku giggled as Hitoshi and the girl began to get in a verbal argument, the lilac haired boy looking bored as he rebuked each of her statements. He took too much direction from Izuku and how to act...it was kinda like how Izuku dealt with things.
Is that how others saw him, he idly thought as he kept shooting the girl down.
"Pardon me," Izuku hummed as he looked up to see the engine kid from before.
"Ah...you proved your worth, no worries," Izuku hummed, smiling brightly enough that he relaxed, but Hitoshi knew far better.
He was going to tear them apart bit by bit if they decided to spout bullshit to him.
Izuku had ranted for a good hour about how each of them assumed that the scenario would be in their favor and that each of the candidates expected the entrance exam to be able to ensure none of them got hurt.
Heroics was about getting hurt and potentially dying at a very young age, so Izuku prepared himself to get hurt and in the end, the fight with the robots was the only thing he enjoyed about the whole exam.
Izuku jolted before he looked up for a moment, eyes narrowing before he flicked Hitoshi to his actual seat, the boy nodding in understanding as he got to the front and sat down.
Just then the door opened and the rest were scolded for socializing, all the while Hitoshi and Izuku merely stared ahead, the latter having an amused face on.
Ah, maybe he and Eraserhead could get along.
"Izuku Midoriya," he looked up as he called to him. "You are not going to be participating in the activities today. You and Hitoshi will no doubt need...specialized regimen."
"Hmm," he smiled, Hitoshi sniffing as he leaned back and cracked his neck easily. "I see...but I would rather we do go...after all. I don't want special treatment, I mean I am quirkless," he stated, the others gaping.
"N..no way! And you got the highest score in the entrance exam," a boy with spiky red hair asked.
"Yes," he snapped defensively.
"Hella manly...I wish I could have seen it," he sighed, Izuku raising a brow as Katsuki sighed.
"Hey," one kid with a black stripe in his hair turned to Hitoshi. "Aren't you the kid who got second," he asked, Izuku smirking as he saw that Hitoshi was a mere 3 points below him when they first got the scores.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Of course the two who got the highest scores would be friends," he jokingly stated as Izuku chuckled and placed his chin on his palm.
"We are heroic students like you, nothing more nothing less," he smiled, Eraserhead narrowing his eyes at the boy.
Meanwhile Shoto Todoroki was looking at the green eyed teen with narrowed eyes.
He seemed a bit familiar in that moment, and he tried to place where he had felt such an aura before, his mind drawing up blanks.
"You need to go to Recovery Girl for today," huh, it seemed as if Eraserhead was not in the mood at the moment.
"Fine," he huffed, getting up as he instructed the others to head to the gym, he huffed in a laugh as Hitoshi pulled him against his side and murmured about how this was going to be a hellish week, the two laughing as they separated.
"You will be having a test to determine your quirk," he heard the man say as he passed, Izuku stilling before sighing.
"I am quirkless, nothing will change that," he huffed, walking away and heading down to the first floor where he saw the nurses office. Though the entrance was separated from the school, more aimed to the field...which made sense.
As he walked past the changing rooms he yelped when someone abruptly left the changing rooms and slammed into him, the other catching him before he fell.
It groaned when he saw it was of course….Shouto Todoroki.
"Sorry," he stated blandly as he helped Izuku righten himself.
"No problem, Todoroki san right," Izuku smiled politely, the other nodding. "A pleasure to meet you," he gave a short bow before heading off to the nurse.
"Hey," the boy called, Izuku turning to look at him. "D...Do I know you?"
"What makes you say that," he asked, keeping calm as he observed the other.
"Your...it's your eyes," he stated, looking right into Izuku's eyes. "I feel like I know your eyes…"
"Hmm...eyes are a very common thing amongst humans," Izuku giggled, looking directly into the two differene colored eyes that Shoto bore. "But...once, long, long ago….they were the window's to a person's very soul."
"What makes you think they aren't now," Shoto found himself asking.
"Quirks."
The door closed with a deafening click.
"It seems that the Chaldean has done what we have set out to achieve," the voice spoke. "Or at least he's begun what we will complete."
"Mou," the younger man sighed as he placed his portable game down. "Why is he so important….we don't even know his stupid quirk."
"That is what makes this so exciting," the monitor cackled, the other grunting as he took the drink offered to him. "What are your thoughts," that was aimed at the bartender, the man sighing.
"He will not be easy to sway...especially since he seems to value his team that he managed to create more than anything else...aside from the artifacts."
"He could have the whole world back to the way it was before quirks," the man laughed. "He'll come around. I am sure of it."
"Of course master."
"Tch."
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