(All For One)
"So the new Nomu is finally done?" He hums softly, turning his attention away from the Sports Festival, mostly so to not start cheering for Interstellar while also to not start screaming in outrage. Ever single thing she does just points towards the fact that she is the Ninth! The desire to drill another hole in All Might's side is very strong right now.
"Yes, this one is my first real and perfect High-End Nomu." All for One stands slowly as he sends a quick message to Kurogiri. A portal soon opens inside his private quarters, and he steps through and into the private lab of the Doctor.
"How strong is it?" He questions as he approaches the large cylinder full of glowing light green liquid, and a certain large Nomu.
This one is different from the one sent to the USJ, has it has no face nor exposed brain, other than two pitch black eyes and a thin scar starting from the chin and going up, past the forehead and around the skull.
"As it is now, it's slightly stronger than the one we gave to Tomura." The Doctor explains while stroking his beard, garnering a curious 'look' from All for One. "But there's more. It's main Quirk is called 'Double', with which it can create weaker doubles of anyone, especially their Quirks. Said clones disappear if they receive too much damage, or a fatal hit, but with Shock Absorption and Hyper Regeneration those problems are well and truly gone."
"I also gave it Multi-Arms, a Quirk that allows it to create multiple arms, so to create even more clones, for a total of a hundred. The clones can create their own duplicates, but they are a lot weaker than the original one hundred, but are still a lot stronger than the average Hero."
"Then I gave it the Hive-Mind Quirk so that we don't lose control of it's duplicates since there is a risk that they can do whatever they want." All for One hums softly at that. The Doctor truly is the best assistant he could ask for, he always comes up with very good ideas.
'Overwhelming strength through overwhelming numbers. Quite the powerful combination.' He thinks to himself, wondering what he could ever do with a Nomu such as this. Maybe a last resort? No, that's Gigantomachia. Maybe use it to create some chaos? Yeah, that sounds more like it.
"Also, I gave it one last Quirk." The Doctor speaks up, voice filled with excitement as he caresses the glass of the tank holding the Nomu. "Do you remember that old Quirk from a decade ago? The Fusion one?" That makes All for One perk up. Said Fusion Quirk was a Quirk he had great plans for, but unfortunately bad luck struck and the Quirk changed after he stole it.
Sometimes it happens that Quirks 'break' when he steals them. It's very rare, but annoying when it happens. The Fusion Quirk allowed the wielder to 'fuse' with anything he touched, turning their whole body, organs included, into said material.
He had great plans for it as it was an amazing Quirk he could add to his list of defensive ones, but then nope! Became useless and he couldn't even use it for some reason.
"The Nomu can use it. It allows it to fuse with it's clones and grow stronger. Much stronger." Now that… That sounds horrifying. And also slightly worrying. It's best this thing doesn't turn on them, else it'll be troublesome… but Gigantomachia would be happy to have a toy to play around with… Would the mountain range he is hidden in even survive playtime?
"Keep working on it, see if you can add more improvements and Quirk in it." The Doctor nods before turning a fervent gaze to the light purple Nomu inside the tank. The stronger and better it is, the greater the use and chaos it can unleash.
His 'gaze' suddenly lands on a small, miniature Nomu barely the size of a kid. It waddles up near the Doctor with the dumbest look on it's face, and he almost cringes back at just how fucking ugly the thing is!
He knows that the exposed brain and purple skin color is to… kinda maximize fear? But Jesus Christ that small thing is an abomination! And it even has a name!
"Would you like to give it a name, my lord?" He perks up and turns to 'stare' back at the tank, then releases a low hum as he falls into thoughts.
Multiple arms, cloning… Yeah, that can kind off fit.
"Hecantoncheires."
(Midnight)
"So, did it work?" She lifts an amused brow towards her blue haired student. One Nejire Hadou, a very delicious looking girl, a fellow Futa like her, and with a rather large crush on a certain famous singer and girl that is making big waves all over Japan.
Well, her and her whole class. A bunch of monsters.
"Yes! I scored her number!" Said excitable and bubbly girl cheers, bouncing up and down and making her chest, still free from the confines of a bra – her advice to help her seduce her target – bounce wildly within the confines of her gym shirt. Mama likes. "And might have scored a date too! She's polyamorous too, so even better!" Is she now? That girl is truly a mystery to her.
She's unable to embarrass her, but sometimes it's easy to get under her skin and rile her up a bit, other times instead she is so chill that it's impossible to get any kind of reaction out of her.
It's like talking to Nezu.
Even the sessions with Inui aren't going anywhere. It's clear she wants to talk about something, about her past of abuse that no one knows about, even her damn parents, but she always holds back even when encouraged.
She had seen the videos of the sessions, the immense fear and shaking of her hands when asked about her past of abuse. The only thing they managed to gain from her past of abuse is when Inui asked her what scared her so much, and she instantly replied with 'My father.' before quickly backtracking and excusing herself, ending the session right there.
But that, again, didn't make any damn sense. That detective with the Lie Detector Quirk questioned their parents back when they had initial suspicions of abuse, but they were clean. Kyoka clearly also deeply loves them. It just… doesn't make any damn sense.
"We should totally have a threesome in the future! Me, you and her!" Midnight is pulled out of her thoughts by Nejire plopping her very soft, fat and curvaceous butt down on her lap, wiggling it left and right a bit, something she does when she is in the mood. Which is very often.
Naturally many would be shocked that a teacher is sexually close to a student, but this is something that has been going on for years now. Fully consensual, and funnily enough, the majority of the time it's the students that start it.
Nejire wasn't one of them. She was just a shy and adorable girl in her first year, was a huge pervert too, and happened upon her while she was having fun with another student. It all went downhill from there, and now gone is her shyness. She's nearly as forward as her now.
Of course the other teachers know about her spending private time with some students sometimes, but no one minds too much as long as she doesn't get caught. The school is filled with consenting adults, and never once did she even try to force things.
And Nezu just doesn't give a damn as long as no student is harmed. Or impregnated. Thank God that never happened so far… not that she doesn't want a lot of babies, she's just to worried to settle down.
"Still, did you really need my help to approach her?" Scratch that, Nejire still has some shyness left, shown by how she kept freaking out and thinking of ways to approach Kyoka and start a conversation.
"But of course! I needed a way to show my intentions while also being very forward!" A faint snort escapes her as she reaches around Nejire, her fingers resting on the zip of her gym shirt before she bough it down and let her creamy large breasts bounce free, her hands swiftly grabbing both bouncing melons and giving them a nice squeeze.
"So you have a crush on her. Think it'll grow to be more?" Nejire moans softly as she tweaks her hard nipples, pinching and pulling them slightly before going back to give her very soft and large breasts a few more rough squeezes. It might be her fault they were so big.
"I dunno! But she does match my energy! And is just as forward as me!" That wasn't true. That girl is even more forward than herself, she's just holding back. She lost counts of the times Kyoka wolf whistled after her, complimented her, and told her 'My face is so jealous of your chair right now.'. "Oh! Are we going to have sex now? I'm kinda very horny after she groped me!" Midnight hums, checks the clock, then nods. Another twenty minutes till the next round, she has time for a quickie.
Nejire giggles as she's soon bent over the nearby desk, her pants coming down to reveal that she isn't wearing anything beneath them.
'This school is just chock full of perverts.' Midnight chuckles to herself as she frees her twitching hard shaft, letting it fall and smack on top of Nejire's large ass while she spreads those delicious jiggly ass-cheeks of hers.
Those that go to U.A. swiftly learn one thing about the famous Hero School. And that is that the students in it fuck like rabbits.
It doesn't take long for the sound of flesh striking flesh, grunts and melodious moans to soon fill the empty lounge.
(Katsuki)
"Those students are damn monsters…" Katsuki's scowl deepens even more, head lowered as he stabs another piece of junk with his stick before putting it inside the bag he is dragging across the ground.
"No shit. That girl just pulled an All Might!" He grits his teeth together hard enough to make them creak as he tries and fails to release an explosion from his sweaty palms. But not nothing comes out.
Quirk Suppressing bands and a tracking ankle bracer. He's truly being treated like a criminal.
Two Heroes constantly watching over him as they bring him around shoveling trash off the street and out of parks. This has been his life for the past months.
He missed so much. An attack on the USJ where he could have proven his superiority by exploding all those extras to bits and save the day with his superior might, and then the Sports Festival where he could have easily crushed all those extras and come out on top. Like he always has.
His furious eyes land on the portable TV in the large jeep the two Heroes guarding him bring around to keep themselves occupied while he shovels trash, then they soon widen when they land on a green blur fighting against the purple bitch that nearly killed him through a fluke.
'Is that shitty Deku?' His hands clench the bag and stick tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. His eyes try and fail to follow the green blur shooting across the arena and being easily countered by Purple Bitch, but he refuses to admit it to himself. 'Must be just a glitch of the camera. No fucking way shitty Deku is faster and better than me at anything.' He sneers to himself. He'd blow him away with a single attack and leave him crying on Live TV.
Once he's done with this shit he'll truly show 'em who is superior.
He can already hear the screams of support from his fans as he easily becomes the Number One Hero in just a few years!
No, fuck that! A few months! After all he does need to surpass All Might's record too!
"Stop fantasizing and get back to shoveling back there!" One of the Heroes in the jeep shouts at him, and he bites back a curse and goes back to doing his job.
He quickly learned that if he curses back at them they'd leave him working without breaks and with now water and food for hours under the scorching sun.
He'd rather not go through that again.
(Kyoka)
"Get your ass back here boy!"
"No please! My heart isn't ready!"
"The fuck you talkin' about?! I'll be gentle!"
"I refuse to go down like this! I refuse!"
"Hah! You ain't got a choice bitch!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"Please stop grinning like a lunatic while I am handing out the medals." I blink and pull myself out of my memory of my fight against Midoriya, who had lost in his rock paper scissor match against Tooru. Mostly because she ran out of the ring as soon as the match started, cheating her way to 'victory'.
"I'm not grinning like a lunatic. See?" I give my best large grin towards All Might, his huge grin twitching as he barely holds back his laughter. "Fuck it, I can't do it. Midoriya! Do the thing!" I point at him, All Might looks at Midoriya, and said broccoli boy instantly turns his face into All Might's grinning visage.
"Smash." He says while wiggling his eyebrows, then instantly cracks up as All Might bursts out laughing on Live TV, turning around and bending over while covering his face.
"How the fuck-" Midnight gapes at Midoriya with wide horrified eyes, having caught sight of the pretty much perfect imitation of the man's face. "You know what? I don't even want to know." She raises her hands in surrender and turns away even as the stadium roars with laughter, with Midoriya actually blushing slightly in embarrassment. I think I corrupted him a bit too much.
"G-Going back to the medals!" All Might straightens himself, coughing into his fist and turning back towards me with a gold medal in hand. Now that's my goal to go to I-Island with Mei fulfilled!
Honestly if we didn't fuck around so much I'd actually have had a challenge during the fucking tournament but I just got passes after passes!
Yeah Midoriya did start fighting a bit as soon as the match started, but then he just started screaming and wanted to run away the moment I pointed my jacks at him. I think I gave him trauma through our previous training sessions.
"Your path to victory in this tournament might have been easy, but I know more than anyone else about the amount of hard work you put to be here." He smiles down at me as he then gently rests the gold medal around my neck, the weight of it suddenly making me feel… weird.
I'm filled with a sense of… accomplishment. I never achieved anything as my previous self, but here… Here I'm strong, I have a lot of friends, I'm… I'm free of my scars, of my past.
I miss my mother. I miss her dearly, and I wish she could be here to see that deep down I finally managed to achieve something.
I bite my lower lip as I hold the gold medal, my eyes starting to burn as I clutch it tightly.
A part of me, deep down, feels like I don't deserve it. I believe that's… That's the original Kyoka. Deep down I still believe that… that we didn't fully fuse, that just a few things merged, but that I'm mostly the one in control.
And I hate that. The thought that I stole the life and body of someone else just… it just disgusts me so much.
I didn't choose it. It just happened, and no matter how happy I am that I escaped my past… I'd still rather go back and give Kyoka back her body, her life.
I gasp softly when All Might pulls me into a gentle hug, my turmoil of emotions calming down slightly as I clench my eyes shut.
He pulls back and gives me a comforting smile, then nods and turns around.
I glance at Midoriya and Tooru, then take a deep breath to calm myself down. Now is not the time to lose control of my emotions.
"Now, before I announce the end of the Sports Festival…" All Might breathes in and rests his fists on his hips as Midnight gives him a worried and nervous look. "I must make an announcement." The atmosphere instantly chills as the stadium goes quiet.
"Citizens of Japan, being your Symbol Of Peace has been my greatest pleasure and honor. I still remember when I was just a young teenager with such a wild dream that no one else believed in… until I met a woman, my teacher, that gave me support and strength I needed to push forward. And that strength has pushed me forward for many decades now." He takes another deep breath as I reach over to pat Midoriya's shoulder, his eyes red as he already knows what's coming.
"But unfortunately, my journey is coming to an end." I can tell that everyone just felt their stomach drop at that. "I have pushed myself too hard all these years, and it has finally caught up to me. I've been growing weaker and older, so I decided to help the next generation of Heroes before I'll have to set down my cape."
"Citizens and Heroes of Japan, I'll be retiring with the next two years. It might be weeks, or months, or exactly two years… But I'll be retiring soon. But I'm not worried." He turns slightly to grin at us with glowing eyes filled with pride.
"Because I am confident that the future Heroes will far surpass me."
I know very well why All Might decided to announce his retirement now, because this will push the Heroes to start working harder, to better themselves, and also take in anyone for internships to to train them at the best of their capabilities.
All Might, the reason they could act lazy and just wait for the cash to drop in their lap from the Hero Association, is retiring. Villains will come out like ants pouring out of a destroyed nests, so they need to prepare as much as possible until the time runs out.
The roar of the people in the stadium shook the very walls as me, Midoriya and Tooru walked through the dark tunnel leading back to the stands, with me walking behind them, eyes locked onto my gold medal.
The excitement of the Sports Festival died out just like that, and nobody felt like celebrating after the announcement.
I shared a long hug with my parents before they left, then left with the others and boarded to bus to go back to the dorms.
The drive back was deadly quiet, and nobody felt like even eating, so we all retreated to our rooms.
I slumped down against the door once I slammed it shut, took off the golden medal, and chucked it across the room.
Then the tears came out.
It hurts. I don't know why, but it just fucking hurts.
It took a while for me to calm down and even fall asleep, uncaring that the sun didn't even set just yet.
XxX
"How are you so short?" Hm? Who is… this guy? Wait no, I remember him… he's my… uncle? Cousin? I don't remember exactly, haven seen him in years, especially since I am Kyoka now.
"I'm not short, you're just too tall." I scoff up at him, talking without wanting too.
Wait, I remember this… this is a memory…
"No no, you're definitely short. For a second I thought you were someone's kid!" I glare up at him, always having hated having my height pointed out by others.
"I'll have you know I'm at the exact height to punch you in the nuts with ease." I warn him, but he just snorts.
Then picks me up and chucks me across the fucking living room and on the couch at the other side! That son of a fucking whore!
"What the-" Grandma, my sweet old crazy lady, turns towards me with wide concerned eyes, glances back towards that son of a bitch, frowns, then instantly reaches for her boots to pull out a gun.
"GRANDMA NO!" Yeap, sweet old crazy grandma. God I miss you too. And her screeching insane pug, that fucking monster. I hope you're in a better place now.
XxX
"Why do you pick me up like I'm a baby?" I groan out, yet deep down I'm shocked and so happy. I instantly recognize this memory, and the person holding me.
My mother, my sweet mom. I miss her so much, and being able to see her again… this…
Her honey eyes still bring me so much comfort and peace. The only things I ever got from her...
"Your childhood was ruined because of me, and now that we are free I can finally start loving you without hiding it." The tears flow down her cheeks, and I feel my heart just clench at the sight.
"It's not your fault." It never was. "You suffered because I exist-" She silences me with a kiss to the forehead, the first show of pure love that isn't being hidden in nearly two decades.
"You are no mistake, my beautiful little flower." She hugs me tight, and I feel my own tears finally run down my cheek, the first time I cried because I finally felt loved.
"You are no mistake." She repeats soothingly as I bawl like a child for the first time in my life.
XxX
"You fucking mistake." Ah… him. Looks like I really can't escape him. He still haunts me.
The sound of shattering glass fills the dirty living room as his empty bottle of beer smashes against the back of my head, leaving a horrible burning pain behind as I stumble, nearly falling on the ground.
"Clean that shit up." He snarls and stands, leaving to grab another beer while I clear the shards of class out of my hair, then stop to stare at the blood on my finger.
I still remember that this wound left a scar. One of many.
And I remember how that night after he fell asleep my mother hurried over to check over my wound, tears streaming down her face as she properly cleaned and bandaged it.
I made sure to memorize the process and start doing it myself so she doesn't get in danger because of me from then on.
XxX
The scream from the living room was hauntingly familiar, and the moment the dream me reached the living room to check on my mother did I recognize the memory.
My worst memory of that bag of shit. And the memory of when I got the worst and most painful scar on my back.
My mother was on the ground, holding her cheek, and he was standing over her, clearly very drunk, empty bottle in hand.
He was mad because she had forgotten to stock up on beer. It never goes well when he's mad.
I don't waste a second in getting between him and her, uncaring about the sheer difference in size and of the pain that I'll receive from doing that. I always took beatings on my mother's stead, always. No matter what.
"You… always butting in." He snarls, his hand roughly grabbing and yanking at my air, yet I release no sound and just stare up at him. Always been like that since I got used to the pain.
Usually that always makes him scoff and just kick me away… but that day it didn't happen.
My mother screamed as he dragged me by my hair into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, then turned on the stove and held the knife over the flame.
"Let's see if this gets a fucking reaction out of you." He spits out, then pushes me on the ground on my belly and raises my shirt.
And then the scorching blade of the knife sank into my back.
Xxx
I woke up with a loud scream, my hands reaching for my back as I fell off the bed with a loud bang, tears flowing down my cheeks and whimpers escaping me as I could feel the burning pain in my back.
The sound of rushing footsteps and doors smashing open reached my ears, but the pain in my back and the fear coursing through my body just kept me frozen on the floor, crying and whimpering.
"Kyoka!" Someone shouted from outside, the door clattering as they tried to open it, but it was locked. "Kyoka! Open up!" I try to stand, to move, to say anything… but nothing. My fingers refuse to move, and so do my limbs and lips. I don't even know who's talking, I don't recognize none of the voices…
Who the fuck is Kyoka?
"Call the teachers!" Someone else shouts as the door keeps clattering and shaking. "Kyoka answer me damn it!" I only manage to squeeze out a pained whimper.
The door is suddenly smashed open, nearly to bits, finally bringing a bit of light inside my dark room, yet my vision is too blurry for me to
"Kyo!" Someone rushes by my side, followed by many others as a hand cradles the back of my neck. "Fuck, she's bleeding!" My chest aches as I take a slow shaky breath, sight still blurry, but I can see… red?
"It's from her back! Jesus, there's so much blood! Call Recovery Girl!" More footsteps, someone picks me up and drags me outside of my room and into the light, making my eyes slam shut.
Where in the fuck am I?
"What's going on here!?" A voice booms loudly, making me whimper again as even more footsteps rush close. "Young Jirou! What happened?!" Who is this? Who is Jirou? What the fuck is going on? I was just… I was just having a nightmare but… I don't… I don't remember shit before that…
"We don't know! We just heard her scream then found her bleeding on the floor of her room!" The male voice owned by whoever is carrying me answers the booming voice, and I slowly force myself to blink so to try and focus my vision.
"Settle her down, gently." Whoever is carrying me does as instructed, and I feel my cold legs touch the ground before I feel a pair of warm hands grab my cheeks.
"Kyoka, can you hear me?" I blink, my sight growing more and more focused, and finally I manage to get a clear view of someone. A man with long black hair and bloodshot eyes filled with worry. "Hey, can you hear me?" I frown at him, then slowly move my eyes to the clearly furious and worried giant of a man standing behind him.
They look… familiar.
"Who are you…?" I manage to whisper out, making the man reel back in shock as small hands lift the back of my shirt, and a low hiss escapes my lips when something cold is pressed against my burning back.
"Do you recognize anyone?" A soft voice speaks up from beside the black haired man, making my eyes fall on an… animal? What?
"No… where am I? Who are you people?" I try to scoot back, but I still can't move my legs, and my arms feel as heavy as lead.
"Kyoka, do you recognize me?" A tall girl with hair held in a high ponytail kneels down beside me, making me gulp and look at her, then flick my eyes between the others.
"Who's Kyoka? That's not my name…" How the fuck did I get here, and why does everyone look so familiar?
They all reel back in horror and shock at that, confusing me even more.
How did I get here?! I- The Sports Festival, All Might's announcement… Fuck, my head hurts so much!
"Who am I talking to right now?" The small talking animal- Nezu, asks with narrowed small eyes, and I gulp softly, fearing my own answer.
Oh…
"It's… Sophia…" I lick my suddenly very dry lips as everything starts flowing back while everyone gives me worried and confused looks. "But… It's also Kyoka." The confusion deeps, while Nezu releases a low hum.
"Ah, I understand now." Aizawa and All Might turn to give him confused looks, but his eyes remain on me. "The signs of abuse we kept seeing… they are Sophia's, aren't they? There's two people in there, am I right?" I gulp, take a deep breath, then nod.
"Yeah, for more than a year now."
A.N. Phew, this was… hard to write. I decided to make the reveal like this since I myself had a horrible nightmare about my past just today so, yeah. They aren't frequent, and they always leave me… shocked and in a state of confusion after, so I decided to use that for the reveal.
I won't hope that ya'll enjoy the chapter. I most certainly do not. Now I just need to rest.
I feel like shit for linking my here too, but better do it. Still, thanks a lot to you all for the support. Pat /SamuraiCheem