Smoke 7

Harry strode down the street as calm as he could. He was in a state of cold fury, the last thing he needed was for his quirk to make an emergence. He knew what he was doing was borderline vigilantism but this needed to be done. The house was number nine, it was a nice enough detached house with an outer waller with a gate along with a gated driveway; the gate was unlocked and he walked in and waltzed right upto the front door.

'Mr. J, you don't have to do this, you can walk away from this.' Came Himari's voice over the communications device.

'I could, I should…But I can't and I won't. If I can't do this, how can I rightfully call myself a hero for those downtrodden and abandoned by society? This is the right course of action, debatable methods.' Harry replied as he knocked on the door. He rapped four times, took a step back and waited.

The door opened marginally and he found himself looking into the eye of a young teen. Himari Sora, possessed blonde brunette hair and had a weary hardened set of brown eyes, in contrast the eyes staring back were tinged with fear "Can I…er…help you?"

"Hopefully, you see good kid I'm a Hero Sidekick and my boss…er…sent me to chase up a few bits of lead. May I come in?" Harry asked.

"A few bits of lead? Don't you mean a few leads." The boy replied as he opened the door, only to stumble backwards as Harry assisted in pushing the door open.

"You know Himari Sora?" He asked quietly as he revealed his crowbar and pointed it towards the boys throat.

"My…sister…you know where she is? Is she alright? She's my elder sister, I wasn't allowed to be close to her until my Quirk manifested. Oh god…are you here about her?" Babbled the boy.

"Your name is motor-mouth."

"Sora Nobukatsu. Who are you?"

Harry smirked "Why don't you head upstairs and go watch some porn like good teenage boys; this isn't for your eyes. Unless…"

"Nobukatsu! Is that the delivery guy? Everyone's getting hungry?" Came a call from the front room.

Nobukatsu looked at the stranger in front of him "It's not the delivery man, it's a hero. He's here to ask us some questions, Papa."

There was a sudden stillness in the house as the front room opened as a broad-shouldered giant of a man walked in, following him were a collection of other adults. Harry's eyes immediately followed their movements and tagged a unique pin on the shirt collars. Harry paled, he knew of the sigil, it was an Ouroboros shirt pin…It belonged to a group that had ties to an old organisation in pre-quirk America and if the information was right ties to Germany. Then again the Ouroboros had connections linking even further back to Egypt, back when it was separated into Upper and Lower Egypt. Despite its lineage the meaning of it always stayed the same 'Life, Death and Rebirth', some of the current trends that Harry had seen, he'd made points about in his Heroic Essays: Heroes, Villains, Antiheroes, Vigilantes and even Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens superior. It wouldn't take much guesswork as to what this collection of humans thought about non-quirked people in their bloodlines.

"Good evening Hero-san, how can we assist you?"

"Good evening, sorry for the intrusion, I'm Cackler, no it's nothing to do with my quirk but rather to do with my faulty adrenal glands. I'm currently working with Mrs Joke. Anyway, she's working on a case and your daughter's name came up in it; the reason I'm here is that I happen to be local and she asked me as to why you didn't file a missing person report?"

"Is she safe? Cackler-san?"

"As well as she can be, considering her situation." Harry replied being careful not to give that much away.

"Cackler-san, please, don't try and play us for fools. My Quirk is Omission, I can tell when people are trying to obfuscate information from us. You know where my friend's daughter is, I request you, bring her to us so we can begin our righteous task." Declared one of the guests.

Harry froze and locked eyes with Omission, madness dancing in his eyes "No, Omission, I won't. I will not bring her to you, for you to kill her for the fact that she has no quirk. I don't know which Quirkest group you subscribe to, but I know your pins. All of you are a part of an Ouroboros Group."

Omission smirked "I'm afraid Hero, we can't let you intervene with our sacred task."

Harry smirked as he pulled out the crowbars "Good thing that I'm not here as a hero." There was a demented grin on his face as the prospect of the reason he had come to this house. He counted eight adults, five men and three women and for backup three teens, well, four if you counted Sora's brother.

"You teens need to back down now. I'm not about to punish you all for the sins of your parents' indoctrination."

"Yeah, and what's a hero with a laughing quirk going to do to stop us? You know where there's a blemish in our bloodlines; if you subscribe to the common fact that quirked people are better than the non-quirked then you'll know that this is the right thing to do. You won't stop us."

Harry smirked as he found himself next to the dining room table, adorning the table was an excellent range of cutlery. "You made several grievous presumptions and allow me to demonstrate." With he grabbed a very sharp steak knife. The first of the adults rushed him, spikes erupting from his forearms; Harry grabbed the closest steak knife and waited, a weak and extremely telegraphed left cross crawled towards him; Harry chuckled as he tilted away from it before lashing out severing some of the spikes.

A deafening shriek permeated his hearing, who knew, spiny growths were extremely sensitive. A kick to the temple dealt with the first of the Ouroboros. Omission and the other two adults moved to intercept but Harry let out a high-pitched cackle, pulled out the two crowbars and shrieked "TIME FOR A DEATH IN THE FAMILY!"

The three teens watched in horror, before passing out as the Villain began to lay into the adults. There was blood all over the place, and all of the adults were messed up, some would argue tortured. The Himari adults were bleeding profusely from the nose and ears, the limbs specifically the arms have evidently broken; the humerus was protruding from the skin. The radius and ulna were evidently broken but minus protruding from the skin.

The same could be said for the other adults "That's a wrap…They'll live…probably." Before he picked up the phone and dialled the emergency services. As he left he burnt into the door 'Quirkest Pricks Inside. Change Your Ways!'.

(Harry's flat)

There was stone silence as they watched and listened to Harry practice, distribute, and dish out…er…his brand of justice. "Black-san, is that…even possible?"

"The 480degree arm-bar to dislocate and break? Yeah, you can."

"Why?"

Sirius grinned "British Villains and Heroes have a different playbook than here. You're all regulated to the point of using your quirks without a license, in Britain, everyone trains their quirk for better or worse. As a result, Police and Heroes do the same. I'm not going to say that my Godson isn't the most refined of Heroic Students in Training but what he has, he does very well with."

Sora was stunned. She still thought that she was wrapped in a dream, that all of this was a hallucination. She pinched herself, the pain didn't cause any changes "He did it…He actually did it…He went to my parents…and dealt with them."

"Harry's not a killer, the fact that they're alive and technically he was in the wrong for breaking and entering, grievous bodily harm, use of lethal force with a weapon amongst other crimes…leaving them alive was the only course of action. It does mean he's down one Halloween costume."

"Do you think that this is a joke, Black-san? This is a serious matter." Snapped Mika.

"Jiro-San, Sirius is my name. Please, have faith. I don't believe my Godson left any hints to insinuate that he was behind this." Sirius stated as a knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"What did you say to me when I beat the shit out of my Subterfuge Teacher? What was your nickname for him?"

"Harry, don't. I know you want to but as your Godfather, admittedly I wasn't there for you when you needed me but I've been in this situation. You talked me out of killing Pettigrew and I'll tell you this now…you've been expelled, yes, but you're still free to live your life. You kill him, then you'll have committed a greater foolish stunt than I ever did. Oh and Snivellous…it's good to see hear your voice…how'd it go? Were you followed?"

"Wasn't followed, if I was…well 95% chance of jumping into the sewers would deter them." Harry replied as he melted into the hallway.

"When you said you were in the sewers…"

"I was being literal, Jiro, I dived into the sewers and now I feel like greasy takeaway disasters."

Jiro giggled "You smell Mister. I believe I requested burgers."

Harry rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "And here I thought that it was men that you ruled us through our stomachs."

With that he dodged around the blushing purplette before heading into the shower. As the water washed down around Harry, he tilted his face into the warm water as he liberally scrubbed his face and body till he was raw. After stepping out and demisting the mirror, he ran a washcloth over the last parts of his face wiping off the makeup and body paint.

He entered his bedroom and pulled on sweatpants and a bright yellow t-shirt that resembled an EMT Jacket. He sidled back into the room and began to cook. Jiro watched as he began to make the burger mix and she heard him begin to sing. 'I couldn't wait for you to come and clear the cupboards." At that moment the Bluetooth speaker began to play the track.

Harry groaned, that show was amazing. He absentmindedly flipped the burgers and carried on singing; unaware that he was being filmed. "Burgers are coming up done, any requests?"

Kyoka cut the line "Suprise us, not too spicy."

Harry made Louisiana Cheesy Burgers with homemade chilli-cheese fries. Shinso it appeared had just about managed to make it "What happened? I went home, half-expecting you to message me…"

"Sorry about that…I had a thing to take care of. At least you've turned up."

"Free food…not passing that up. Speaking of what the hell is going on? I had to dodge around five patrol officers and some heroes to get here."

Sora swallowed her burger "Smoke went and kicked my parents and their friends about for trying to kill me."

"Damn, Smoke, are you that eager to get thrown in jail?"

"They've got nothing on me, so I'm good. Just means I'm down a Halloween Costume."

Shinso shook his head "I'm not gonna ask, but, what was your Academy like, Potter?"

"In a legit stone castle and mixed. Most of the time the theory was consistent, very consistent; however, Heroic Practicals were inconsistent. At 11 we're not really doing that much, 12 we had a paedophile teaching us and I hospitalised him, 13…we had deep-cover villains protecting the school masquerading as hero police. 14 there was a Seventeen-Year-Old Pro-Hero Acceleration tournament, I was underage and entered unwillingly and ended up winning. This year…would have been my Middle School Exams but I got expelled and Your Headmaster did mine a solid. One of things we were taught was Hero Suit Maintanence."

"Shut up…they let you make and repair your suits?" Jiro said.

Harry nodded "I'm re-making mine…I'll show you after we've eaten."

Sora cleared her throat "Quick thing…where the fuck am I going to go to school?"

Harry deflated "I'll give Aizawa-sensei a call."

"You realise he's a pro-hero…and he might catch on that you were the one to do this."

Harry shrugged "Like I said very little evidence."

The rest of the night went rather smoothly, Mika had left under the escort of Sirius to head home; leaving Harry with Kyoka, Shinso and Himawari. He showed them his suit "That's your suit? It looks more like Midnight would wear." Shinso pointed out.

"Considering your untrained eye, I'm going to let that slide. This is Composite X, and for elemental quirks, their best friend. The more you infuse it with your quirk, the more of your actual quirk you have to throw around. Since I've had this since I was 11…yeah, a lot of residual power's built up."

Jiro whistled "That's gonna be amazing. By the way, what was that song that you were singing?"

Harry paused "From a show, I just watched. It's given me some ideas."

Shinso smirked "I get the Sandy if and when your gonkass brain melts."

Harry paused and looked at the voice-controller "Just chrome me the fuck up."

Shinso grinned "If you're going to go as who I think you are, you've gotta get Jiro involved."

It took all of Harry's skill not to blush red at the idea "Jiro, before you stab me…please watch it with me and try to understand where I'm going with this."

The show was Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. The group got through five episodes, Jiro subconsciously during the first episode pulled herself closer to Harry "You'd want me to dress like Lucy?"

"Only…if you wanted to." Harry replied softly, wrapping his arms around her.

Jiro groaned "Shinso will attest, not many people…" She felt his chest heat and saw herself being bound by tendrils of smoke.

"I don't care what people say, I care about what is inside you; your personality is what is more important to me than looks." He looked at the dozing quirkless girl who was passed out in Shinso's lap "I've got some scheming to do."

Eventually, all the teens left his apartment aside from Sora, who was still passed out asleep on the sofa. Harry smiled to himself as he tenderly covered his guest with a blanket and a pillow under her head before he fell asleep.

The next morning, Sora woke to an empty house. The smell of fresh food in the kitchen along with Black. "Morning."

"Morning, kid…My godsons gone to school, which leaves us in a very difficult situation with you…Now I do have some ideas, if you're interested?" Sora nodded and as she plated herself up with food she sat down at the kitchen table.

(Harry)

Harry had his headphones in as songs from Cyberpunk 2077 reverberated around his head. The train ride was painstakingly dull, the travel would take about half an hour in total to get to the school.

A strange feeling of cold washed over him. He looked up and he found himself surrounded in a black and red chamber and facing him were six people. "Welcome, 7.2…to the fade. Please call me Yoichi or Number 1." Yoichi declared.

"Number 1, don't mind me…I think I got lost on the way to the bathroom. Now care to explain to me this whole 7.2 thing?"

"Kid…when you were training with Yagi…All Might, we know him as Number 8…" A well built figure in a leather jacket announced.

Harry groaned "Shot in the dark, this is to do with the blood I absorbed whilst he was handing Midoriya his hair…"

"You're sharp…Anyway, I'm En, also known as Smokescreen, I was Number 6 and I happen to be your Great-Grandfather and the reason this is happening." En explained.

Harry paused "Hold up, why am I only getting 6 versions of this Quirk and not the full thing? I'm not saying I want it but I'm finding it very, very odd."

"8 didn't choose you. He chose Midoriya, 6 chose you. Anyway we're integrating with your quirk meaning you're going to get some major enhancements to your quirk. But don't worry, unlike 9 whose going to have a much rougher time than you…all 6 of us like you. So we're going to give you training in our meta-abilities, quirks."

Harry nodded "Whose guiding my body?"

En quickly disappeared "Just sending you up to UA, our debriefing should last until you get to the gates."