The Orange Magnum Opus: A Reincarnation Story
Chapter 1: Sweet Emotions
To say that Izuku Midoriya was not having a good time is an understatement. And understatement that is so incredibly inaccurate that it should be considered a crime even thinking that nothing could get worse. Everything was falling apart around him and there was nothing the poor boy can do except watch as hell seemed to burn around him as he was barely four years old. Think of the worst outcome of someone's early life without the actually dying a horrific death.
It started off when he received news that his best friend, Katsuki, Kacchan died in his own home along with his parents, Mitsuki and Masaru from a suspected Villain attack that ravaged their bodies until they were nothing but an unrecognizable flesh soup. There was no indicator of forced entry, or motive, or what quirk was powerful enough, deadly enough to bring upon such amount of suffering. It is not one that has been discovered before or seen since. It could have been wrong place, wrong time, but in their own home? Such an indiscriminate attack, it makes Izuku feel worse that maybe RNG-esus was not one their side. The game of chance, and they lost.
The boys' dreams of being heroes together, gone just like that.
Then… Inko Midoriya contracted a severe eye infection that caused he overall health to deteriorate in a matter of weeks. The boy watched as his mother was as healthy as a horse to watching her take her lasts breaths before her heart rate flatlined, leaving the boy with no one left. His father left to the United States during this time, not even bothering to show up for his own wife's funeral, like the rat bastard that he is.
Izuku was desolate, and alone.
As if things could not get any worse for the boy, he contracted the very same eye infections that killed his own mother after getting caught in a cloud of debris during a massive explosion that was a result of a villain and hero scuffle. Now he was desolate, dying, and alone.
Izuku was laying down in a dirty, smelly, and probably disease laden alleyway, staring up into the sky, it was grey, threatening rain. Izuku had no one, not even the hobos of the street look at him and constantly run him off "their turf," fighting to survive and being in debt to the homeless people who took "pity" on him, like the old man with a big bushy, greasy beard that let him sleep in a pile of trash, wrapped with a cardboard blanket.
He was shivering, too tired to cry, too hungry to even stand up, and too weak to try and fight the mice in the dumpster for food. There was nothing the four-year-old boy can do.
I'm going to die. I want to, now… I can see mommy again, and Auntie Mitsuki, and Kacchan. The mere thought of those he lost in the past few months caused hot tears to sting his eyes, and his lip to quiver. All senses, now lost as the ring in his ear became louder and louder. His heartbeat began to slow. He doesn't want to cry, so he does the only thing he can do in this situation.
He laughs.
It started out as only a low wheeze, soon he is unconsciously chuckling to himself had tears poured down his eyes, both his infected and healthy one. Then he began laughing loudly causing the other homeless man to look at him with confusion, and frankly, concern. Eventually it escalated into a full-blown cackle, one that not even an Outburst can illicit, causing the other homeless man to shift uncomfortably where he sat at the sudden nature of the boy's mental breakdown. And, just as it started, it suddenly stopped.
Izuku Midoriya is dead.
Believing the boy to be just sleeping, the other homeless man sighed in relief that it was over, only to mutter to himself. "Poor kid…"
It was morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the Homeless Man had just taken his bihourly piss in the corner of the alleyway, and now trudged over to the dirty boy with an infected eye. Using his foot to try and nudge him awake.
"Hey kid, it's morning, get up and get out…"
He was only met with silence. No stir, no mumble, not even a single breath. So, the Homeless Guy had to resort to something a lot more effective at waking Izuku up. Violence. Using his worn-down leather shoe with newspaper inside the soles, he gave Izuku a sharp kicked to the ribs that didn't even seem to faze to boy or break him from his slumber. To say the Homeless Guy was agitated…
He picked Izuku up by his tatter collar to scream at his face to find the boy's skin unnaturally cold. His eyes widened and he began to shake the boy.
"Hey kid, KID!"
The Homeless Man pressed an ear to Izuku's chest only to hear nothing. He was dead. No heartbeat, no breath.
Instead of calling for help like any other normal person of society, the Homeless Man decided it was going to be a good idea to run away, so that any investigators wouldn't suspect him of murder. Except for the fact that he just finished spreading his DNA in that soggy corner over there. So even if he did run, he was undeniably fucked. Oh well. However, the seemingly dead child suddenly sat upwards in incomprehensible speeds, slamming his nose on the side of the Homeless Man's head, knocking the poor bloke out immediately.
Narancia whipped his head around in a panic.
"GIORNO? MISTA? BUCCIARATI? TRISH?" He cried out only to begin coughing as his throat felt parched and sore. He kept looking around to find himself in an unfamiliar alleyway. Th- they couldn't have forgotten about me… They- Bucciarati wouldn't just abandon me like this!
"Aerosmith!" The red and gold plane shot out from behind, blasting into the sky at Mach speeds zipping out throughout the air. When his hovering radar manifested in front of him, he realized that he could only see through his right eye, putting his hand up to his head he felt the warm, cotton cloth covering his face, the brushing of the fabric against his eye burned, it kind of reminded him of… No…
"Not again." Narancia whispered to himself. "Fucking eye infection."
I can't think about that right now. He thought to himself. I need to find the others, fast. Narancia's Carbon Dioxide Radar was picking up hundreds of pings at once, which meant he was in a particularly busy area. He cursed before running out of the alley and onto the sidewa- Woah…
The buildings around Narancia were fucking massive. Behemoths of concrete, steel, and glass with all sorts of weird lines on billboards, which, for some reason he could read. What the fuck is an All Might?
Suddenly the pain hit. Pain that he never felt before, like someone jamming a switchblade onto the top of his head, which created a hole at the top of Narancia's head, which then proceeded to get skull-fucked using that newly open hole in his brain, that's right. He felt like he was getting skull-fucked harder than the time he fucked up Formaggio.
The pain was felt because two brains full of memories completely merged into each other. That of Narancia Ghirga and Izuku Midoriya. Where Izuku died of the eye infection brought upon new life in the form of Narancia who is currently replaying all of Izuku's from the comfort of being hunched over, on the concrete ground, while people just stared at him with a mix of pity and disgust for him being a dirt urchin.
Man, this Izuku really lived a shitty life. Exactly like mine, all the way down to the eye infection, spooky. He was also incredibly hungry, like holy shit he might literally eat a horse. Maybe he can use Aerosmith to steal bread for him, maybe a little trolling. Bucciarati would definitely not approve of this, but there are a few things to consider.
1. Bucciarati isn't here right now
2. Desperate times calls for desperate measures
3. Narancia probably has irrationally severe autism who does not consider or think through his actions and effects on other people. Right now, he was inhabiting the body of a scared, dying boy who needed at least some food in his stomach. This part is a joke.
It was a slow day at the bakery. Which is not good considering it was 8:32 in the morning. Jesus, it's going to be one boring ass day. Maybe it wasn't too late to call it a day, closing shop so The Baker can go home and bang his wife, and momentarily forget about their failing marriage. The Baker just sighed before turning on the TV to watch the news. All was quiet in the bakery aside from the nonsensical chatter between news reports, reporting on the latest cockfight between a hero and villain, all run of the mill, mundane- Why do I hear buzzing?
The Baker looked around and noticed that there was a small Red Fighter Plane with Golden accents just hovering around in a circle.
"Uh…" The plane seemed to notice The Baker, and he swore he saw some tiny person waving at him from inside the cockpit of the fighter plane.
Confused, the Baker quirked an eyebrow before hesitantly waving back. Suddenly the Fighter Plane opened a compartment on its underside, and using its compartment doors as a makeshift claw, grabbed bread roll before flying out of the window, shattering it.
"What the fuck?" The Baker said as he grabbed a broom and chased after the airplane. "GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Narancia watched amused as the Baker ran after the fleeing Aerosmith with a broom. Soon he walked into the open door quickly grabbing a bag and stuffing as much bread into it before running out of the back door as to not raise suspicion.
People looked at the man running after what seemed to look like an RC plane swinging a broom at it like a fucking crack addict spider monkey, with confusion, and somewhat annoyance. That is until the entire plane just poofed out of existence. Just like that, dropping the small bread roll on the street. The Baker stared at the bread confused.
Why would it just steal a single bread and just disappear? Is it a quirk? It has to be… But that means… Wait…
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"FUCK!" The Baker cried out as he found half of his bakery ransacked a by looters when he was out hunting down the Fighter Plane.
Narancia's day went from shit, to great in a matter of minutes. Now he was at a park, sitting under a tree eating a full bag of different assortments of bread. Bread rolls, brioche, multigrain, sourdough. He went from starving to eating like a fucking king! He savored every single bite out of the warm bread, relaxing so much that he didn't hear the footsteps of a man approaching behind him.
"Hey…" A tired sounding, yet stern voiced called out.
Narancia, midbite of a deliciously warm bagel, slowly turned around and stared at the man looming over him with an unimpressed, tired look. He was tall, wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and pants with a dirty, white scarf around his neck. His hair was long, and somewhat disheveled, with yellow goggles strapped around his head, and was sporting an uneven stubble. He blinked before finishing chewing on the bagel before smiling up at the man.
"Hey fellow homeless dude. Want some bread?" Naranica asked, holding up the half eated bagel up to the man.
"I- I'm not homeless…" He responded, irritated.
"Oh. Could've fooled me…"
Little shit… Eraser Head internalized.
"Listen kid. I got reports of a small boy wearing a dirty white shirt and black pants with white cloth covering his left eye busted into a shop and stole a lot of bread…"
"…"
"…"
Narancia quickly stood up. "Well, I will keep my eye out for him, and I will tell you if I see him. See yo-"
Narancia suddenly felt something wrap around his entire body, tightly. Looking down, he noticed that the white scarf the tired looking man wore was now tangled with him.
"Alright kid let's go back to your parents. I'm sure they're not going to like to hear that their child is stealing bread from a bakery."
"Well good luck with that. My mom is dead, and my dad doesn't give enough of a fuck about me to be in my life…" Eraser Head paused, he didn't expect a response like that. "The first thing you do when you see a starving kid with a deadly eye infection on the street doing what he needs to do to survive is to restrain him? Even though you aren't wearing black and blue, it still makes you a fucking pig."
Narancia closed his eye and saw flashes of him getting beat the crap out of in the Detention Facility he was held at when his fucking "friends" framed him for assault and breaking and entering. No, I am not going back to prison. I am not going to be arrested by a guy who looks like he cries in public bathrooms listening to Emo music.
Eraser, however, is beginning to feel bad for what he is doing. A kid down in his luck, and is suffering from an infection, just wanting to have a shred of hope left, he was about to open his mouth when suddenly he heard a faint humming in the air, which seemed to get louder and louder.
"Hey, what's that?" Narancia asked, looking up at the sky as he was still wrapped up in Eraser Head's capture scarf.
Looking up, the Underground Hero noticed a Red and Gold, World War 2 fighter plane barreling towards the ground is a suicide divebomb maneuver, directly towards Eraser Head.
RATATATATAT
A hail of tiny but high speed and high impacting bullets began to rain down on Eraser Head. The Underground Hero quickly dropped Narancia before dodging backwards as the plane pulled up at a sharp angle, impossible for any sort of planes to pull off without giving the pilot fatal amounts of G-force or snapping the wings in half. Whoever was manning, or remotely the plane is an expert.
The Plane flew back around before barreling straight towards Eraser Head, firing its two, eight-barrel machine guns. Eraser Head jumped over the plane, and as it flew under him and exposed its twin-tail vertical stabilizers, grabbed its wings using his capture scarf. The plane was struggling to get out of the capture weapon's grasp.
This plane is relentless, and very strong too. I need to find a way to disable before it can fire at me again or hurt the kid. Wait- Where is the kid? Eraser Head whipped his head around, only to realize that the kid was nowhere to be found. Fuck, he took the opportunity to run- *click* huh?
The plane opened its bottom compartment, and Eraser Head watched as a small yellow bomb tumble out of it, hitting the ground with a small, plink-
KABOOM!
The bomb exploded with a surprisingly powerful shock wave for the explosive's relatively small size, instantly knocking Eraser Head onto the floor, rocking his brain, and ringing his ears.
The plane escaped the dust cloud, with only one of its wings still captured in the scarf, but it was now circling around the tree and the Underground Hero, tangling them together. In spite of his concussion, Eraser Head realized what the fighter plane was trying to do and quickly pulled out a small switch blade to try and cut his scarf before he gets completely captured, only to drop it when a bullet bounced off the knife's handle.
After completing its seventh rotation around the tree, the plane did a barrel roll and released itself from the capture weapon. Eraser Head was completely restrained, unable to free himself as he had dropped his knife. Then, from behind the tree, Narancia nonchalantly walked in front of the tangled Eraser Head, looking at him before spreading his arms horizontally, causing the plane to them like it was a runway, disappearing from existence.
"WHAT!" Eraser Head roared in rage. "THAT PLANE WAS YOUR QUIRK?"
Narancia pursed his lips. "I mean, you can say that…"
This world. They're power system are called quirks, but I still have Aerosmith. Does that make it my Quirk? Originally it couldn't be grabbed, but it was by his scarf. Also, I felt its wheels on my back, it had weight to it. So that means that Aerosmith can be grabbed now… Not the end of the world, but not great either.
"Hey, Problem Child, you do realize that I wasn't going to arrest you. I was going to take you to the hospital to get your eye treated and then try and look for any of your surviving relatives to give you to. Right?"
"…"
"…"
"Ah, shit you were?"
"YOU IDIOT!"
Narancia winced. He had just committed illegal quirk usage, and assault on a hero no less, and it was all for absolutely nothing. Not a good look, Bucciarati would definitely disapprove.
"Sorry…" Narancia squeaked out sheepishly.
"What's your name, kid?"
Well… That's a good question… Narancia thought to himself. I could give him my name, or I can give him Izuku's name. But I probably don't exist in this world, and also, I am technically dead, so he won't have any way of tracking me down… so…
"The name's Narancia, Narancia Ghirga…" Narancia stooped down to pick up Eraser Head's knife that was laying on the floor, Eraser Head didn't protest this as he was too concussed to see anything clearly right now, so he didn't even notice Narancia picking it up. "Sorry for the trouble, see you around!"
Eraser Head was too tired to try and stop him, and just huffed. I hope that kid get that eye infection treated and brought into a loving hom. Or at the very least stay out of trouble… Now, I need to contact someone to cut me down…
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Fuck... Nemuri and Hizashi are not going to let me live this down, are they?
It's been a few days since Narancia's scuffle with Eraser Head, or as he referred to him as "Emo Bitch." He was walking down the streets of Mustafa, and uh… he's not doing too hot. He was paler, the rings around his (visible) eye was a lot more pronounce, his infected eye becoming worse, the pain at times was enough to cause the poor boy to hunch over in agony, but still, he is living. He is beginning to get into fights with local homeless people so he can have at least a place to sleep, and right now he is opting to sleep in an empty dumpster.
Dirty, yes. Hot? Oh definitely. Comfortable? Not in the slightest. But he didn't care. I am running out of time… My eye is getting worse. I can't see though it anymore even when I take off my patch. I can't just be given a second chance at life and just die…
Sigh…
Hummmmmmmm…
Narancia opened his eye and looked up, only to find Aerosmith hovering above his head, flying in circles. I didn't summon you… He tried to close his eye again to try and get some rest only to hear beeping.
He opened his eye again, realizing the beeping is coming from Aerosmith, something that it could never do in the past, not even after Silver Chariot Requiem gave him and his friends stands' a boost in power. Now Aerosmith had its nose pointing down, looking directly at Narancia before it started beeping again. It was morse code, something that he never learned in the past, but now he was understanding what Aerosmith was trying to say at him.
-Hello-
"Uh… hi? Wait, why are you suddenly talking to me? You never tried to talk in the past…"
-Well. Because I couldn't. This new world is changing me, it made me tangible, and sentient-
Narancia quirked an eyebrow while also tilting his head.
-I mean that I can be touched, and I can speak now-
"Oh, got it… Did I summon you on accident?"
-No. I just appeared suddenly, and now I can't be unsummoned, if I could, I would have been gone by now-
"Eh- Wait. You can't go away anymore? So how would I be able to sleep?"
-I can just turn of my engines-
Suddenly the humming stopped, and the nose propeller halted its rotations before crashing onto the concrete with a slight thud.
-Ow-
"Are you okay?"
-Yes-
The humming resumed and soon Aerosmith hovered off the ground without having to drive forward to build up momentum, another thing that it couldn't do in the past.
"Wait, another thing. Is the plane talking to me or the pilot?"
-…-
"…"
-Good question-
"So, how do you refuel? You are constantly flying after all."
-I am completely automated, so I don't need to refuel at all. I can fly like this, all the time, without stopping-
"Ah." Narancia paused as he looked down for a moment. "Do you still want to eat orange slices?"
-… I would like that-
"Alright!" Narancia climbed out of the dumpster he was resting in "Oh, and one last question. Do I still call you Aerosmith?"
-Of course, it was the name given to me when I manifested after Black Sabbath stabbed us with the stand arrow. I see no reason to not call myself that-
Narancia smiled, one of the widest smiles that Izuku had in the past few months. Here he thought that he was going to die completely alone, one of his biggest fears even in his past life, but now, he had Aerosmith, someone who he can talk to, someone who will stick by him no matter what. No longer just a manifestation of his soul and fighting spirit, but a friend. Narancia fought to keep tears falling from his eye.
"Okay, Aerosmith. Let's go find you some orange slices."
Narancia and Aerosmith were now sitting under a tree for shade during the hot summer month. It has been another few weeks since Narancia learned that Aerosmith was sentient, and he was trying to sleep through the blistering hot day.
"Oi…" A girl's voice spoke to him.
Narancia opened his eyes to see a girl wearing a purple tank top and white shorts looked at him with worry laced in her amethyst eyes, with her ash-blonde hair wrapped in a high ponytail… she looked awfully familiar.
"Aren't you Mrs. Midoriya's kid?" Huh? Who is this girl, have I seen her before? "I saw you at the funeral they gave my Aunt Mitsuki, Uncle Masaru, and Katsuki a few months ago…"
Oh… That's where I saw her… Izu- I saw her at Kacchan's funeral. This is her cousin, but I can't seem to remember her…
"Oh, yeah. H-"
"Christ, dude, what happened, why are you on the street, by yourself? Where's your mom, she might be worried-"
"She's dead." Narancia, mercifully cut her off, causing the girl's heart to shatter into a million pieces.
"What happened to your eyes." She stooped down to get a look at Narancia's left eye, and before the boy can do anything, the girl gasped loudly, looking at him in a mixture of shock and disgust. "We need you to get you to the hospital. STAT!"
And before Narancia can protest he was suddenly being carried by the girl under her armpit, sprinting straight to the closest hospital. Aerosmith angerly hummed at Narancia suddenly being taken and followed the girl, flying alongside her as she sprinted.
"What the hell are you?"
".-.. . - / ... .. - / -. - -.-.—"
"Huh?"
"-... .. - -.-. ..." Aerosmith beeped angerly
"What is that kid?" The blonde-haired girl asked Narancia.
"That's my st- I mean, quirk, Aerosmith. He is sentient…"
".- ... ... ... - .-.. ."
"What's with the beeping?"
"It's morse code…"
"What's it saying?"
"-.. .-. - .-. / ... .. - / -... .. - -.-. ..."
"You don't wanna know…"
After a minute of furious sprinting the girl dropped him off at a local hospital, where he was immediately admitted, but Narancia couldn't remember anything leading up to finding himself in a hospital bed as he passed out halfway during the run.
When he woke up, he found Aerosmith sitting idle on a small table beside him. Looking around he noticed that he was in a hospital room, the television was on and currently playing the news.
"Hm… You're awake!" A bass deep voice spoke behind Narancia, causing him to whip his head to see where it was coming from.
There he saw a man with straight, ash-blonde hair that was slicked back using mousse and blood red eyes wearing a black tank top, and tan shorts stared back at him with a softness to him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, kid. My name is Mitarou Takeyama. My daughter, Yu, called me saying that she hauled someone we know to the hospital, so I had to come and she what she meant by it." The man reminded Narancia of Kacchan, a much older, a better kempt Kacchan. "I remember you from my sister's funeral, and Yu told me that you said that you mother was dead."
"She died of the same eye infection that I have… No, it doesn't spread, before you ask." Narancia deadpanned at Mitarou, but the older man didn't even seem to flinch, as if he already knew that it was not contagious, only nodding in understanding, and sympathy.
"Your life has been rough, huh… Well, thankfully the doctors pumped you with a ton of antibiotics, so the eye infection won't kill you." Narancia sighed in relief. "Unfortunately, they couldn't really save your eye."
Mitarou gave Narancia a mirror, taking one look at it, Narancia immediately understood what he meant. His, once infected eye was now a dimmer shade of green, and was all foggy, permanently blinded in his eye.
"Well… At least I am alive." Narancia looked up to see Aerosmith circling above him, buzzing happily. "Thank you for what you have done for me, Mr. Takeyama. But I don't think you should waste your time on street urchins like m-"
"Oh, hold on now, boy. There is one more thing I have to say." Narancia halted as Aerosmith decided to park on the boy's lap, looking at Mitarou's piercing red eyes, all he saw was the face of melancholy, and also, determination. "We went to the police to see if you had any surviving relatives that can take care of you. There's your father-"
Tsk. Narancia rolled his eyes and looked away, immediately uninterested at what he had to say about that figlio di puttana.
"But he's in America dodging his responsibilities as a father, the bitch." Fucking A. "And there is also the fact that you have no other surviving relatives, which means you need new, legal guardians, to keep you off the street."
Narancia, already knew what Mitarou was going to insinuate, purple orbs, looking at red ones.
"Me and Yu's mother have Foster Care license, Izuku." Mitarou leaned further, inspecting Narancia's face. "We can give you a home, a steady supply of food, and an education, if you allow us. Since Katsuki died, Yu has been feeling sad and lonely as well, and you were very close friends with him, no?"
Narancia nodded his head. Although he never got to meet Katsuki, Izuku did, Izuku thought of Katsuki as a brother that he never had, kind of like Mista, Abbachio, and… the strawberry bastard.
"Would you let us adopt you?"
Narancia sighed. He's not Bucciarati, he's not Bucciarati… But wouldn't Bucciarati wanted me to be safe and happy? Isn't that why he kept me away from joining the famiglia? This is my second chance. This is my second chance… I will not throw it away. I will be what Izuku wanted to be, and hero? Fuck it. The Number 1 Hero? Might as well.
Narancia looked at Aerosmith, then looked back up at Mitarou.
"Okay…"
Eraser Head walked enter an incredibly spacious office, it was plain, bright, with irritatingly shiny, grey walls. And in the center of the office space sat a man this is less man than he is sentient machine. His entire body looked like human skin, but you'll be surprised at its density, actually consisting of a platinum-like, incredibly flexible alloy. His hair was silver and draping down to his neck, and his eyes were blue, but the sclera surrounding the irises were black as coal. He is the HPSC's resident hacker, Daitoryo Kame.
"I'm going to need you to pull up a file, Daitoryo…" Aizawa said.
"Okay, and I need a name an- woah. What happened to you?" The Synthetic Hacker asked the Underground Hero upon seeing the bandages wrapped around the top of the hero's head.
"Underestimated someone, gave me a concussion using an RC plane..."
"Wait, snark, are you talking about when you beaten by a kid. Pff…"
"I take it Hizashi already told you?" Aizawa growled, gritting his teeth when Daitoryo nodded, stifling his laughter behind his hand. I am going to strangle that loud bastard… "Fucking- sigh, whatever, just bring up the file."
"Alright, alright… Name?" Daitoryo somehow wheezed out in between fighting off his chuckling.
"Narancia Ghirga."
Suddenly, Daitoryo went silent. Before opening a new window, completely unrelated to what Aizawa asked for.
"Woah, wait, what are you doing? That's not the Quirk Registration Directory."
"You're not going to find his quirk on the Directory, Shota…" Daitoryo said in an incredibly serious manner, something that Aizawa never heard from the Synthetic Hacker.
Daitoryo pulled up a window that was in an entirely different language, with Latin Script, rather than the usual Kanji. And it wasn't romaji either since the words seem Romantic in etymology. The hacker then typed out the name given to him by Aizawa and a full file, including a picture of a boy popped up immediately.
The two things that stood out to Aizawa the most was.
A. The Picture showed on screen of the boy looked nothing like who he encountered.
And B. It said, in big bold letters at the very top of the screen: "Narancia Ghirga 1983-2001."
"That's impossible… He's been dead for more than 200 years? Did he give me a fake name?" Aizawa whispered, mouth agape.
"Shota… When you were fighting the RC plane, what did it look like?"
"Um… It was red and gold, and it was firing bullets at me from the machine guns on its wings. And… it had 2 twin vertical stabilizers on it tail-"
Daitoryo stood up and walked to the other side of his room, letting out a shaky exhale that shouldn't be possible, seeing as he didn't need to breath to survive.
Narancia… Daitoryo couldn't believe it. Somehow, someway… Narancia Ghirga came back from the dead, with Aerosmith.
He's back… And I do not think he is going to like who came back with him…
Somewhere, a boy with red eyes stared at the bodies that laid in front of him. Human Traffickers, the worst of the worst. On some sort of Quirk enhancing drug that made them deranged, and hyper-aggressive. He spat on eldritch puddle of human flesh that he created. Walking away, with his hands shoved in his bloody pants pockets…
End of Episode 1