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Izuku's POV

With a final twist of the screwdriver had the screen replaced on his phone. A grin crossed his face at it as it booted up. A quick press of the keys confirmed that they were all in functioning order.

Izuku then went about rewriting the programming the phone to allow a chatroom. Internally he thanked the library for their books on coding. When he wasnt reading he was stalking the police station and Eraserhead. His time was spent watching them to find those he would make contact with. They wouldn't see his face or hear his real voice.

His plan would be to practice hacking and send them information on criminals that he found. He wouldn't stop his patrols and nighttime captures of villains. It was just during the day that he would be sending anything he found.

Out of the police force in Musutafu was one of the cleanest he had seen. There was only one low ranking officer that he wanted to keep an eye on. The one that he wanted to make contact with was Detective Tsukauchi. He was fairly straight-laced but had a soft spot for good-intentioned vigilantes. Though technically he wasn't a vigilante. Any abilities given by the God bonded to a person did not count as a quirk. It was that rule that allowed him to mostly do as he pleased. In the eyes of the law, he was still quirkless. As such he was the scum on the bottom of their shoes.

Shaking his head from the thoughts he returned his attention to the screen. He needed a name for the chat first. It would have to be something unmistakably unique. Names for those within would have to be something that gave nothing away on their identities. It would protect them if a phone was stolen or that chat was hacked.

He snorted as his mind came up with an idea. From his intelligence gathering, both of his chosen were addicted to coffee. So the name would fit them perfectly. Chat name: How to Annoy your favorite coffee addicts.

It was unlikely that anyone would steal one of their phones. Hacking was much more likely in the event someone got suspicious of them. He pulled out the business card he borrowed from the police station. It had the detective's phone number on it. He added the number to the chat.

It didn't take but a few minutes for there to an annoyed message in the chat.

Mr. Quackers: What the hell is this?

Tailchaser: Ah there's my favorite detective. I am your new vigilante Lykos. As it stands now you will be my contact within the police. Still need to get Eraserhead's number to add him as my contact within the heroes.

Izuku watched in faint amusement as there was rapid typing from the detective. It seemed he had hit a nerve within the man. They were going to be interesting to work with. That was for certain. A ping drew his attention back to his phone and he had to stifle a laugh.

Mr. Quackers: Why in God's name do I have this ridiculous name? And why am I your context? Vigilantes and the police don't get along.

Tailchaser: In case our phones are stolen or hacked. The names give nothing away about who we are. As for why I have no intention of being like other vigilantes. Unlike other vigilantes, I'll be focusing on helping people while most focus on just on the use of their quirks.

Mr. Quackers: Why us?

Tailchaser: You are the most trustworthy of the police and heroes. Though the cat head officer was a close second. As for Eraserhead, he chose to secure a villain rather than chase the vigilante who took him down. So for now I have a little more trust in Eraserhead than any other heroes for the moment.

Mr. Quackers: This is a bad idea. I just know it.

Tailchaser: Everything seems like a bad idea until it works out. Well, time for me to go. Have heroes to annoy and villains to catch.

With that, he closed the screen and stuck the phone in his pants. He wasnt lying with that last message it was almost dusk. Which meant it was time for patrol.

Izuku stretched as he stood from his sleeping bag. His jacket with a cowl sewn into the hood was laid out by the window. It wasn't the most sophisticated suit but it was the best he could do. The cowl protected his identity from those who got close to him.

Normally the fact that it was several sizes too big would be a hindrance. Over the last few months, he had tested out all sides of his powers. He struggled with his anima manipulation even with his God, Sien's guidance. One was Transferal allows anima to be transferred into an object. It can be thrown or shot at someone.

The second skill was Ignition brings out a fully corporeal form. Sien could do that himself but Izuku could form his anima into a copy. Not quite as strong as the real thing but close enough.

His third skill was Separation can split the Ignition into two. It was difficult given that he couldn't fully do Ignition. To date, he successfully used Separation once. It had been an accident out of frustration when he was training with Sien. It only lasted a few seconds but still, it had been successful.

Transformation had two parts in it for him, unlike most other people. Other people could not transform into their gods unless it was part of their wish. Given his malnutrition, he could not fully transform most of the time. He usually kept it to his arms legs to enhance his abilities.

When he did a full body Transform into his god's full form he gained all of Sien's abilities and senses. If he did not have enough calories in his body when he did a transformation he would pass out. Like with Separation he found it out by accident. For days after he woke he was shaky and weak. Only after a few stolen meals from the garbage eventually made the shakes leave him.

Now he made sure that he ate every morning. Dumpster diving wasnt the most reliable or sanitary way of getting food. At the moment though he had no other way to get food. He was too young to get a job and he really did feel comfortable stealing food. Another option would be to check villains' wallets for cash. It would be a possibility but one he would put off until he had no other choice.

Shaking his head from the thoughts of possible futures he pulled on the jacket and his cowl and hood up. In the hood by the cowl was a voice modulator that would hide his age the best he could. With his height though it wasnt that big of a leap to think of him as a child. Pressing the button on his modulator he turned it on.. Then he was out into the streets and then onto the rooftops. Running across the rooftops had become second nature to him. His patrol route was mostly on the south side of Musutafu. Heroes rarely went to the south side because it was the poorest neighborhood. Even the police avoided it whenever possible.

It was the perfect place to gain a reputation for helping people. Already many of the residents knew a vigilante lurked the rooftops and watched over those who went out at night. Criminals were just beginning to hear of him. Not enough for there to be fear but enough for there to be caution.

His only problem seemed to be Eraserhead. That hero seemed to be tracking him at night instead of the other way around. Games of cat and mouse between them were common if the villain was secured and police on their way. It was good training and a form of excitement for the young vigilante. He had learned the signs of when the hero was using his capture scarf and how to avoid it. So far he had been lucky not to get caught by it. If he had there wouldn't be any escape. His research into the weapon showed it to be made of a special fiber that was tear-resistant. Even with his fangs, it was unlikely he would get free.

Dusk swiftly turned into full night as he patrolled his usual routes. So far it had been a quiet night. While it was welcome it also set his instincts on edge. He wasn't well known enough for villains to avoid his patrol area.

As three am drew closer he started to make his way back. There were only two low-level criminals to hand off to the police. Three-fourths of the way home he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. There was a shift in the air and he dodged to the right just a white cloth was launched at him.

He turned as he completed the turn and saw the familiar silhouette of a familiar hero. Eraserhead... well there went his easy night.

Mirroring Eraserhead's stance he greeted, "Good evening Eraserhead. What brings you to my patrol route this evening?"

Eraserhead growled, "Lykos. I heard from Tsukauchi that you have been stalking us. Why?"

Izuku folded his arms across his chest as he said, "I needed to know who to trust. So I watched and waited when you weren't chasing me through the rooftops. As it stands I need contacts that I know can be trusted. If I want to set myself apart from other vigilantes I will have to have communication with both you and Tsukauchi."

Eraserhead turned his head to the side curious but at the same time cautious. Both hero and vigilante were unsure where they stood with the other. Would the chase start again or would the hero give him a chance? That was the biggest question of the night.

Green and black eyes considered each other before black eyes closed. Eraserhead ordered as they opened again, "Get out of here. Don't let me see you again tonight."

A grin formed on Izuku's face as he took off across the rooftop. Maybe he and the hero could get along. Then again Eraserhead could be waiting for his guard to drop. Either way, only time would tell.

Tsukauchi's POV

When this insanity began he knew it was a bad idea. Getting information from a vigilante could get him in legal trouble. Cases could be thrown out for even suspicion that he collaborated with a vigilante.

Naomasa was lucky when it came to his boss. Chief Tsuragamae was more understanding than he would have expected. As long as the press didnt find out he could do as he wanted. Tsuragamae was interestingly enough seemed to be intrigued by the vigilante. It would likely have to do with Lykos's quirk. A quirk that to date they still didnt have a handle on. There were times that it seemed to be a transformation quirk. Other times it just seemed to be his senses. Being able to outwit the hero Eraserhead was no easy feat.

The other part was his vigilante's god that was up in the air. All they knew about it was that it was it had fangs, claws, and black fur. That could be any mammal god in the world. So far they had not seen any Ignition from Lykos. That was only true if it was the god and not the vigilante's quirk. It could very well be that he had a different kind of god and that the fur was his quirk.

Naomasa rubbed a hand down his face. So many unknowns from this new vigilante. His attention was drawn to his phone by a beep.

How to Annoy your favorite coffee addicts

Tailchaser: file .doc Mr. Quackers.

A glance at the time showed it to be only 10 in the morning. From Eraserhead's patrols, they new that Lykos started his own patrol around 8 in the evening. He would end it around three in the morning. For the most part, it seemed that he worked every evening. To be awake back up at 10 in the morning was not normal even for heroes. Case and point was Eraserhead. The hero was exhausted from his late nights and having to be up within a few hours of his patrol.

Opening the file he found easy to follow reports of three B-List villains. They were known for trigger smuggling who broke out of jail six months prior. According to Lykos, they were on the south side of Musutafu near the water.

As Naomasa read through the analysis of the quirks for the villains he realized how smart the vigilante was. It was on the same level as professional quirk analysis. Maybe the vigilante wasnt really using his quirk in battle. Maybe he had an intelligence quirk. Returning to the chat he typed out.

Mr. Quackers: Thank you for the information. Isn't it a little early for you to be up after all you were up until 3 this morning on patrol?

Tailchaser: Who said I went to bed?

Oh great, he was dealing with another Eraserhead.

Mr. Quackers: Not you too. You need sleep just as Eraserhead does.

Tailchaser: Sleep is for the weak. Have fun capturing those villains. Last I checked they were still in there. That was a few hours ago.

Tailchaser is now offline

Catboy: Is it important?

Mr. Quackers: Yes he found a hideout of some B-List villains. They are trigger smugglers who broke out of jail six months ago. I'll prepare a raid team for this evening.

Catboy: I'll be there.