Chapter 1 Trailer: Flames Beyond Genetics

"What the hell is Izuku doing!?" a man dressed in a black kimono screamed at two people. Said people had clothing that was just as strange as the screaming man's attire. One wore what seemed to be a bandage bra along with light grey pants which complimented her steel toed grey boots and not to mention the shining earrings that completed the outfit. She looked gorgeous, like a famed idol turned gangster, but the mud, dirt, and water on her hid all of that from those with the untrained eye. The second person was wearing what seemed to be authentic silk ritualistic Chinese clothing dyed all black with only the buttons and the accents being different, having been made of solid gold. He wore pure black gloves that were dripping in a dark red liquid and were ripped in the process of attaining said "Dark red liquid".

"We… Have no clue" sheepishly said the woman as she sat in an apologetic manner. The man in the black kimono screamed: "Well why don't you know!?". His voice boomed through the small room contrasting his small figure.

"I was interrogating a guy who seemed to know but, in the end, didn't tell me anything." The man with Chinese attire despite looking nothing like one spoke. He raised his hands slightly to show the dark red liquid dripping off of the gloves as if to show that they were evidence of his deeds.

"I just fought him in… Well." She put her arms out causing them to drip with a stench that would be considered unholy if a priest were to even catch a single whiff of it. The unholy stench causes the two other men in the room to recoil, cover their noses, and scrunch up their faces in disagreement to the woman's want to share the scent. "After I fought him, I blacked out and when I woke up, I had to crawl out of that retched hellhole and get to somewhere I could rest." She stated with not even the slightest bit of hesitation, like she didn't just admit to losing a fight against a teenager. "After that I had no idea where to start looking since where we fought connected to several highly populated areas and once we got a force on one of the potential exits, if we got unlucky then he would be able to slip away, and even if we did get lucky, he could just go back into the sewers to try again until we eventually did get unlucky." She stated but seemed to have left out something.

"And?" The man in kimono was quick to figure out that she had left out something and that she did. "Well, that's what I would've done if I hadn't blacked out for several hours." She added on top of her previous statement making the man in the kimono grimace.

"So nobody has got a single lead on this kid?" The man in the kimono said frustrated "I sent you two over fifty people to jump a child and you come back to me with NEGATIVE RESULTS!?" His voice once again booming as it echoed off of every surface it could echo off of. "He's already beat up enough guys to bring morale down a fuckton!" The man stated as he waved his fist and walked around. "And we haven't even gotten to the topic of the fucking woman yet!" He screamed as he kicked his chair into the wall so hard the chair shattered into over a dozen pieces. The man and woman still sitting apologetically now had their heads down in an ashamed manner. "That woman has drawn her last fucking straw when it comes to going against us!" he angrily said "And all because of her position we had to handicap her and get her out of that position to make her death seem like a mistake!" he stated even more angrily so making black flames erupt off of his shoulders and head. "Now!? Now we can't even kill her!" He then proceeded to pick up the table and throw it out of the window before calming down and catching his breath.

"However, the best way to solve problems are to take them one at a time so I am going to ask this only one more time." He stated sitting down and staring the two others with a glare equal to that of a demon kings. "Where the FUCK is Izuku!?" The other two lower their heads even further wishing to not only avoid his gaze but to also avoid looking at him entirely. This made him ever more enraged "Where is he-!?". Just then in a swift motion someone enters the room sweaty and out of breath.

"Sir!" The new person in the room screams. "What is it!?" Screams back the already enraged man in a kimono, pitch black fire emanating off of him ever more vigorously. "We found him!" The new man shouted back.

The man in the kimono was ecstatic and so was everyone else in there as the room became silent. "Well, what are ya waitin' for Christmas!?" The woman spoke up. "W-Well he's uh…" "He's what!?" The man in the Chinese attire spoke up this time.

"He's in a karaoke club singing"

The room became filled with a silence. A pregnant, sleeping, suspenseful silence.

"WHAT!?"