Greetings all!
So I and two other authors decided to have a fun writing collab between us where we bring our respective Izuku's from our stories into the Canon Universe and throw chaos into the wind!
For those who don't know, I am Grimneth, writer of the MHA x FFXIV story: "Bearer of the Light". and working alongside me with their Izuku is Derpo and Pizzaplate from Ao3's own "Devil in the Detail's", an MHA x WH40k story!
What is this story about? Chaos, of course! Please just a silly story to write in between our main ones when we need a break :)
If you enjoyed this story or our versions of the green bean, You can check out "Devil in the Detail's" over on Ao3, as well as "Bearer of the Light" here on or over on Ao3 as well!
Please enjoy and watch what happens when a flip of a coin lands on its edge and three sides meet!
Disclaimer: We do not own the rights to My Hero Academia and Final Fantasy XIV or Warhammer 40k, they belong to their copyright holders.
Chapter 1
An Aptly-Named Disruption.
"Disruptor!" Iida Tenya called out to the villain, standing in front of his classmates. Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako stood to his left, with Jiro Kyoka behind him to his right. A few yards behind them were Todoroki Shoto, Ashido Mina, Yaoyorozu Momo, and Asui Tsuyu. The eight of them faced down their target with grim determination on their faces.
"HAHAHAHAHA, FOOLISH HEROES!" Disruptor was screaming like a lunatic in the middle of the street. His spiral-covered outfit was so colorful it almost hurt to look at. Surrounding him were nearly two dozen equally-garish minor villains and criminals, some lying unconscious at the feet of the Heroes but most either in fighting stances or corralling terrified civilians.
Iida pointed towards the villain, "We will give you one more chance to release the hostages and surrender!"
"I think not! You have no idea the power I control! And while you may have bested some of my henchmen, I won't surrender to you, foolish heroes!" Disruptor shouted out, cackling as if knowing a joke only he was privy to. The villain raised his hands up, inky black tendrils of energy spiraling away from his fingertips. Iida and the rest of his friends stiffened as two large black vortexes appeared in the air in front of the group of villains. The spirals began coalescing into two humanoid shapes, their outlines becoming more and more solid with each passing second.
"My Quirk allows me to summon great warriors to fight and obey my every command! You are going to die, heroes!" Cackled the villain as the class of 1-A looked on in shock when the two beings fully materialized.
The first figure was tall and wore an ornate-looking suit of armor that looked right out of a fantasy novel, complete with a matching sword and shield. They looked noble. Like at any moment, it would slay a terrible demon or rescue a trapped princess. The 'knight's' face was entirely covered by the white alabaster-finish helmet, though there was a veritable mane of forest green hair spilling out the back of their helmet.
The figure beside the knight was almost the exact opposite in appearance. They wore a tar-black skin suit with armor plating on their shoulders, chest, and limbs. A massive rifle was slung over their shoulder while a smaller, uglier sidearm lay at their waist. The left glove ended in sharpened claws, and a large combat knife sat in a sheath near their ankle. Instead of a knight's helm, the figure's features were obscured by a grinning skull-mask, forest green lenses blazed with light inside the macabre sockets.
As the students of Class 1-A looked on in shock at the strange humanoids, both remained motionless with their heads hung down like puppets with their strings held still. The villain merely continued to cackle loudly as he pointed his finger directly at the young men and women, "GO MY MINIONS! KILL THEM!"
As soon as he spoke, the two beings jolted to life. Instead of advancing to the Heroes, they frantically looked around in apparent bewilderment. Iida and the rest of his friends were taken aback. As was, apparently, Disruptor. as Iida heard a faint 'That's not supposed to happen', and smiled beneath his helmet. If something had gone wrong with Disruptor's plan, it could only be good for them and the civilians.
Both of the two mysterious individuals stopped when they looked at one another. Though it was hard to tell from the outside, Iida believed they were sizing up one another. His belief was confirmed when the one within the knightly armor gripped his sword in its sheath while the one with the skull mask reached for his sidearm.
"Hey— HEY!" Disruptor called out to the pair, who looked towards him with apparent confusion. "What are you doing fighting one another?! Go and defeat the heroes!"
The two summoned beings tilted their heads in confusion, mirroring each other's movements with an uncanny resemblance. They both turned their heads towards the small group of heroes, and they both seemed startled to see who they were looking at.
Especially when their gaze eventually landed upon one Midoriya Izuku.
As the two remained still, the villain was starting to grow more and more agitated at the pair and suddenly began to shout and stamp his feet, "You idiots! Why aren't you attacking those brats! I am your master, and I order you to-" *CRACK*
Whatever was going to be said by Disruptor was painfully cut short when he was hit in the face by the ornate shield lobbed at him by the Knight before it returned to its owner like a boomerang. Both newcomers to the fight once again looked to one another, giving each other a single nod before dashing towards the henchmen, who began to either scream in terror or try and rush them.
Class 1-A watched on in awe and horror at the speed and power of the newcomers as they overwhelmed the henchmen. The knightly one used the flat of his sword and the shield to knock them out, while the used rubber bullets from their sidearm in conjunction with quick punches and kicks. They were a whirlwind of blows, a tsunami of pain. Within a minute, all two dozen henchmen were either restrained or unconscious.
When the two were finished, the students watched as a speaker inside the skull-helm began hissing and warbling. After a few tense seconds, a deep and mechanic-sounding voice spoke up. "About time my vox-grille started working again. Wish I could have told that villain to go to Hell before he went to bed—" He shrugged, "—but, oh well."
The knight had sheathed his sword and placed the shield on his back, breathing heavily as he slowly looked around. "It probably wasn't just your speaker. I was silenced myself, and I have nothing of the sort. Just my own mouth."
The soldier— for that's what Iida recognized him as, there wasn't another likely option— nodded his head at the knight before looking back towards him and his friends. They were all still ready to jump in and take them on, even after seeing the skill the two possessed. "I take it you recognize a few of those faces as well?"
The knight turned his head, a gentle chuckle escaping his lips before looking back towards the soldier. "A few of them more than the others, but yeah. Especially the boy with the green hair."
"Well, we shouldn't keep them waiting, judging by the rather scared people behind us—" the soldier thrusted a thumb backwards towards the rather scared stiff civilians. "Would be a lot better if they had an idea who we are."
He started to fish something from one of his belt pouches, then pulled out a blue-and-white UA ID card. "I have this, but I doubt it'd be accepted by the system. I'm confident the TA and Teacher's cards have more strict security than the students."
The knight had rubbed the back of his head, chuckling once again as if in embarrassment, "If I'm right, we'll need more than an ID card to prove who we are." He then crossed his arms, leaning on his back foot, "I think I have a good way for them to trust us— well, me, at least." Turning around, the knight began to walk towards the small group of heroes who readied themselves for a fight, his hands reaching up to his helmet and began to unlatch a couple of clasps.
Iida's eyes widened, and he heard his classmates gasp as they were met with an extremely familiar face. The knight's helmet was lifted off, revealing bright green eyes surrounded by forest green hair. Even the diamond-shaped cluster of freckles on his cheeks was the same. Although he was a little older than his counterpart (who was currently gawking at him), the "knight" was the spitting image of Midoriya.
The one with the skull mask let out a deep groan, holding his own head with both hands and speaking angrily in a language that Iida didn't quite recognize. After a few moments, he reached for a lever near the top of his neck and pulled. A hiss of compressed air vented from the jaw of his mask, sliding out to allow the man to finally rid himself of it. A third Midoriya stared at the class, his face covered in scars and his eyes sharing the same dead look as Aizawa-sensei's.
The first Midoriya cleared his throat, catching the students' attention. Still smiling as he spoke, his deep voice reverberated down the street. "Hi there! I know it's a bit strange, and I can assure you, I think the both of us are also confused as well. With that being said, however—."
"We need to establish a working rapport." said the second Midoriya, interrupting the first. "My name is Midoriya Izuku. Hero name: Aquila: the Imperial Hero."
"My name is also Midoriya Izuku, though my Hero name is 'Azem: the Hero of Light'. Would it be possible for us to speak to Nezu?"
"Well, I must say that today has just been full of surprises!" spoke the diminutive principal as he was sitting behind his desk while looking towards the two men across from him, "To think that the Multiverse Theory is true! Would either of you like another cup of tea?"
"Y-yes Dean— I mean, Principal Nezu— sorry." The younger of the two stuttered out and looked a little nervous. A drastic change from the stoic and determined knight he was upon entering the school and his office, the casual slip of being referred to a dean of a university allowed Nezu to conclude that not everything was the same in different universes.
Pouring the tea for the one called 'Azem', as to separate himself from his counterpart but also the younger version currently within the Class 1-A dorms that from security cameras positioned around the common room was not only having a mental breakdown but also seemed to be writing down things feverish into one of those notebooks of his. The white-furred creature turned his attention to the older of the two, using his hero alias of 'Aquila'. "Would you like some as well? It's one of my own special blends if you're curious."
"I won't say no. Your blends always remind me of Tanna, so I'm quite fond of them." the older man said as he reached over to take up the cup and saucer offered to him by Nezu, who had settled himself back down and moved his small paws in front of himself and looked at the two with his unblocking beady eyes.
"An interesting name for a tea if you ask me. Regardless, perhaps we should discuss a little more about the worlds from which you came from and what exactly you two were doing when the villain had … well… "summoned" you to ours." Nezu's head turned towards Aquila, "Perhaps you can start us off, Mr. Aquila, as you clearly are the older one of the pair."
"Well, I had just finished with my last class of the day and was heading back to the dorms. I had homework from Mr. Aizawa that I needed to finish and wasn't paying all that much attention to my surroundings. I don't know exactly what happened, but I felt a very uncomfortable sensation in the back of my head like a psyker was trying to probe me. The next thing I know, I'm in the middle of the street looking at much younger versions of my classmates; I can't speak, my equipment is going haywire, and a villain dressed like a Jackson Pollock painting is trying to order me around."
Nezu blinked at him, absorbing the information and processing it. "While I do not know what a 'psyker' is, I can assume it's someone with mind-over-matter powers, is that correct?"
"In layman's terms, yes. They can vary wildly in both powerset and scope, but that's a basic description."
Nezu nodded, taking note of this before turning to the younger Midoriya. "And what about you? Where were you, and what was happening in your world?"
Azem seemed to be staring at Aquila for a moment, a little shocked to see that a much older version of himself was still a student at UA, before being knocked out of his inner thoughts and looking between the two, "Ah! R-Right well…"
"I was training with Kirishima; we were trying to see if any of my kits could break through his Quirk. It was a test to gauge not only my power output but also help Kirishima strengthen his hardening quirk as well. Um— I was in my Paladin 'kit' when I felt a similar sensation like Aquila described, which was odd because I've had those sensations before. But, typically, they just help me pinpoint someone or something that can unlock a new kit for himself or help me locate Eri. She wears a crystal around her neck that's tied to me in a way, so I always know where she is."
He shifted in his seat a little at the mention of the little girl, "Everything went black, and before I knew it, I'm standing beside Aquila in the middle of the street, unable to speak."
"Interesting," Nezu said, leaning back with his paws in front of his muzzle and staring directly at Azem. "And you mentioned these 'kits' before; how different are each of them? For a Quirk, it seems quite situational."
"I— don't know how many I have to be honest; I only started to unlock them about a year before I got into UA. And um—." Azem's eyes looked first to Nezu and then to Aquila before sighing softly to himself and looking down to the cup in his hands, "They aren't a Quirk either— technically, I'm Quirkless."
Aquila looked at Azem with a confused look in his eyes. "Really? Do you mean you don't have Dynamo? How'd you make all that armor without it?" He paused for a moment, then his eyes widened. "You didn't forge it yourself, did you? With a hammer, anvil, and all that? How long did that take?"
"Yeah— this is where it gets weird." Azem said with a chuckle while rubbing the back of his head, "My powers came from, I guess you could say, another us? From a different world where he forged and fought to get all the gear for the various kits as well as make them. He died after a big battle which I still haven't 'seen' yet, but he traveled from one end of the universe to find me and bestowed upon me his—." Azem seemed to have trailed off, looking slightly embarrassed as Nezu tilted his head slightly.
"What did he bestow upon you, Mr. Azem?"
The 'Hero of Light' was silent for a few moments more before sighing gently, "—I was bestowed with his "Blessing of Light" where it saved me from dying as a baby. It was given to him by the crystalline goddess known as Hydaelyn."
Aquila seemed to tense up, even the muscles in his neck bulging with tension. "Did you say 'Goddess'? As in something that claims to be divine?" He turned to look Azem in the eyes, his deadpan stare replaced by a laser focus and thinly veiled hatred. "You had better be careful with that thing. I have been fighting for a very long time. If there is one thing I learned in the Emperor's service, it's that you can't. Trust. Gods."
His voice carried both weight and hatred. Nezu's fur bristled up as if he was next to a predator. "Now then!" he loudly called out, drawing attention from both of them. "Each of you has lived different lives and has seen different things, saying that one thing in one world is the same as in the other is like comparing pears to pearls. Why look at yourselves! You are both ostensibly Midoriya Izuku, but you are both incredibly different. Both from each other and from the young man going to school here."
Aquila moved his shoulders around before taking a sip of tea, acting calm and collected but still full of tension. "Fine. I will keep my opinion about blessings from goddesses to myself. But be cautious about her; you never know when she might stab you in the back."
"Not like I had much say in the matter, nor did she, I might add from what I got from my own Nezu as well as her." Azem sat back in his chair, looking a little miffed himself, though he had raised an eyebrow at the way Aquila seemed to grow more—intense, for the lack of a better term, "Quinn was the one to give it to me, to save my life, and it's not like it hasn't come with its own problems."
"Oh? Is it something dangerous?" Nezu asked, now intrigued and leaning in closer as Azem seemed to tilt his head back and sigh once more.
"I don't know the full details yet, but some sort of ancient enemy of Quinn's has been hounding me. Tossing monsters and 'Gods'," He air quoted the word looking dead inside, "at me, nearly killing me a couple times, while also burning most of Hosu down."
"And could this enemy pose a threat to you here?" asked Nezu, still smiling, but the tenseness in his voice was very audible despite his efforts.
"I don't think so." Azem answered truthfully, "Ever since we got here, I can't even 'sense' Hydaelyn or Eri, nor has She tried to contact me."
"Hmm." The interruption from Aquila drew both of their attention, "I doubt you will be able to do so until you return. At least according to my own experience with trans-dimensional travel communication is usually near impossible. That is unless someone powerful is actively watching where you cross over and creates a relay node."
Nezu blinked, ran the words past him once more, and then asked a question before he could actively think about it. "You already have experience with such things?"
"Thrice. Or rather six times, if we count the trips back and forth separately. Plus, depending on if you count Warp-transit, Necron Translocation, the Webway, and teleportation as such, the number jumps to several hundred times."
Azem blinked as he heard about Aquila's various 'jumps', staring at him for a few moments before shaking his head gently. Nezu figured he was trying to physically clear his head of millions of questions. He knew that he indeed had some. Then, Azem looked to Aquila with pleading eyes. "Would it be possible to build one of those things and send us home?"
Aquila shook his head. "Unless the Eldar or Necrons exist on Earth, which is a serious problem in and of itself, their methods are out. If Dr. Hakami Rezuko doesn't exist in this world, then I-Island hasn't built its portal, so that's out. And unless the Immaterium exists, which is predicated on the Eldar and Necrons existing somewhere else, then Warp-transit and Teleportation are also out. My guess?" He shrugged his shoulders, the massive pauldrons making it a slightly awkward sight. "Wait until whoever brought us here wakes up and see if he can't send us back. If he can't—." He trailed off, clearly disturbed by the implication. "Maybe my I-Island can bring me back, but I don't know if they could bring you."
"I had a thought about that." Azem said with his hand on his chin, "Normally, when a Quirk is active, it deactivates when the user is unconscious. Unless it's a timer-based Quirk, but even then, we should have been sent back to where we came from by now, given how most timer-based Quirks last, at least in my world."
"Maybe it's an active choice? One activation brings us here, and a second sends us back? Although since he didn't have any control over us, I wonder if— for whatever reasons— his Quirk can't work properly on us. Is the control tied to the activation? Is—." Aquila proved that he was, in fact, Midoriya Izuku by descending into a mutter storm of epic proportions...
But that wasn't the most impressive part. The most remarkable part was that the other Midoriya Izuku kept up and actively bounced back ideas, both talking faster and faster, pulling up more ideas and throwing them away just as quickly.
Nezu himself had difficulty following the train of thought that the two were sharing. They were, after all, the same person. And despite their differences, no one knew you better than you knew yourself.
"As fascinating as this is, gentlemen," Nezu spoke up after a few minutes of their incoherent mutterings, regaining both of their attention, "We will need to wait until Disruptor wakes up and can provide an explanation of his Quirk. Until then, you two are guests here at UA High School, and we should find a place to put you for the time being."
"What about the rooms under the main building?" Azem asked, causing Nezu to raise an eyebrow at him, "Y-You know? The ones where faculty and students with animal-based Quirks can use during specific times of the year force them to not be as— erm— 'social' with others?"
"Are you implying what I think you're implying, Azem?" Aquilla looked mortified, "Because if you are, I'm going to thank my fucking stars that I wasn't born in your world."
Azem blushed and rubbed the back of his head, "Y-yeah— I am. Though it makes sense given how Quirks came to be in my world now that I think about it." He looked to Aquila first and then Nezu as he continued, "I only brought them up because they were sort of like mini hotel rooms and would be private for not only us but also not to disturb anyone here with us being stuck here."
Nezu began to grin. He loved situations like this, where he could say something and torment his students in a fun and legal manner.
"Azem?"
"Yes, Principal Nezu?"
"How do you know of these rooms?"
Azem looked blankly at the diminutive principal for a few moments before his face turned bright red, and he looked down and began to fidget in his chair, "— I had to use one a couple of weeks ago because I inherited more than the "Blessing" from Quinn."
The room was silent, save the ticking of the clock on the back wall of Nezu's office. Then, with no prior warning, Aquila suddenly stood up from the chair. "Well, this has been a very disturbing series of sentences that I have had to listen to, so I'm going to suggest that we do literally anything else."
"Agreed," Nezu said as he stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, "While I always enjoy watching humans squirm and get embarrassed for things that occur naturally, the issue of where to put you two still needs to be addressed." The principal walked towards his office door, turned around, and smiled wide at both of them. "And I have the perfect solution."
"What is it, sir?" Asked Azem, standing up from his own chair after placing the now emptied cup onto the table between him and Aquila. When Nezu just stood there and smiled at the slightly red-faced young man, Azem's expression turned to horror. "Oh no—."
"Principal Nezu, you aren't planning on bunking us with Class 1-A, are you?"
Nezu was proud of his sadistic grin, and he was even more proud of being able to keep a straight face as the thoughts of having to share a dorm building with their younger classmates wormed their way onto Azem and Aquila's faces. And as he left the office without saying a single word, he could feel his smile getting wider with every step.
No matter the universe or the situation, he loved throwing a little bit of Chaos into the mix.