"This is quite worrying."
"I shouldn't have put my hope too high. This is basically just as ominous and as melancholic as the last one." Seeing the brief beginning of today's viewing, Mirko found the need to voice her disappointment.
True to her words, the screen showed an dark and dimly lit place with no defining detail of where exactly it is. Only with some obscure silhouettes that signify the presence of someone was there.
"This problem has been worsening for the last decade. And it probably will stay like that for the years to come if we failed to find a method to cure them."
"Wait, it's my voice?" The hybrid principal of U.A shows an unusual surpise on his rodent's face. It's not like he was surprised from hearing his own voice, no, it was from the fact that it sounded so grave the other couldn't help but wonder what is this about.
And as the light from a single lightbulb hanging on the ceiling hit one of the silhouette, they all could see the principal's face with grim look on his face.
"This year, how many people have fallen to this disease?" His eyes were showing an uncharacteristic anxiousness as he turned to look at his companion who was still underneath the protection of shadow.
"Around hundred." A weirdly familiar voice answered followed by a trail of fluttering white smoke.
The grimace on Nezu's face couldn't get any deeper. "That bad, huh..."
"Alright, what exactly is this about?" Endeavor demanded an answer, confusion painting his stern face with a mix of irritation as he stared at the screen with a scowl.
"All of this vague dialogues makes my head hurt." Kaminari clutched his head, showing just how much headache he got from listening to the cryptic conversation.
"I believe that it has something to do with a situation that took place in that world." Nezu, being the genius rat himself, offered the struggling watchers some answer, "And from the look of it, it seems like it was not a good one."
"Well, with that creepy 'around hundred' dialogue, I agree with you there principal." Mic says.
"Should we keep the children away from watching this?" Mirio asked out loud with concern dripping on his voice, holding both of the little Eri and Kota protectively.
"I think we should wait for a part that they shouldn't see first, senpai." Kendo, being the elder sister of class 2B, suggested. Even if it wasn't exactly the best decision, she just doesn't like the feeling of leaving them out.
"So," This time, it was the other man who started the talk, "Are you really sure with your plan of adding me into your board?"
"Like it or not, we should prepare the young heroes for this kind of situation seeing how you and your men were starting to get overwhelmed as of late." Nezu's beady eyes stared into the shadow, presumably at his companion's eyes, "What about it? You're not against this plan, right?"
Another soft blow came, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. "Of course not, it's just that, I'm surprised you didn't planning to do this much sooner."
"I must admit that it was a foolishness on my part." Regret painted Nezu's face as he stated his point, "I should have not overestimated our forces in this matter and put too much responsibility on your shoulder."
"Nonsense, principal." The figure seemingly leaned forward, interlocking his hands atop the table as his voice echoed in the air. "Most of us are more than happy to deal with them, after all."
"Now I'm getting even more curious with whoever that was." Kirishima stated, "Sounds like a really manly man if you ask me!"
"And really creepy. I mean, can't you hear that tinge of amusement in his voice?" Unexpectedly, the one who says that was Setsuna Tokage, the girl who was known for her mischievous nature.
"That is not creepiness you're talking about, girl. That's what you call 'Being mysteriously sexy'."
"Nemuri, can you please stop being horny for one moment?"
Ignoring the watchers who began to discuss and chatting with one another, U.A residence's nurse urned her gaze toward the mouse principal. "I can't believe you allowed someone to smoke in your room, principal."
"W-well, this is was another wolrd, Recovery Girl. I never did allow someone to do that in my office, you know."
The old woman continued to scrutinize him with her eyes before she relented with a last warning, "I better not smell anything smoky in your office, principal."
"Captain." A slightly muffled, feminine voice suddenly reached out from deep within the darkness and the wall behind it. "A situation has arises at Northern Musutafu. Hostages are involved. Local enforcement are currently in position, but they're powerless."
"Syringe?"
"Negative. Suspect held the hostages in a gunpoint and about to carry out a public execution if his demands aren't met. I will brief you further on the way, Captain."
"Very well. Prepare for the transit." The man's attention finally returned back to the mousey principal, "It seems like our meeting would have to be cut short, Principal."
"Sadly, please carry on your mission, Captain Midoriya."
"Will do."
"Wait a minute, did he just call him Captain Midoriya?"
The question was all that is needed to shook the sudden shock everyone experienced upon hearing Nezu's last remark. And before long, various response flew out of their mouths.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT!?"
"I THOUGHT WE ARE GOING TO WATCH HIS CIVILIAN'S LIFE!?"
"Captain...?"
"Deku... kun?"
"My baby boy is an... adult?"
"DID THAT BRAT JUST SMOKE!?"
Luckily, the screen continued without even giving the audience a chance to think thoroughly about everything that has happened the few minutes this showing has played.
"Quirk has changed the world."
"It's the same voice from before..." Uraraka murmured while deliberately trying to ignore the shiver that ran through her spine.
"From the moment it appeared, Quirk has changed the world to the very core."
The screen began to shows the birth of the 'Glowing Baby', the very first Homo Quirkeas ever in the world.
"Feared, seen as nothing but an abnormality that drove humanity to insanity where they believe that the end is near."
Then a pair of two, a middle aged woman with bird beak and a boy with eagle's talon as feets. The former hugging the latter with her trenbling hands while the boy himself gritted his teeth defiantly as shadows looked over them.
"Generations changed, and humanity soon accepted them as weapon to sate their endless and insatiable greed. Bringing countless destruction to the world."
Blood was shed, people dies and ruins created.
"And now, they have managed to reduce their powerless brethren to small number and flipped the entire status quo. While also living a life that is surrounded with lies and hypocrisy."
"...W-what?"
"W-what is the meaning of this!?"
"T-that's not true, right?"
Not even the adults, except for a few of them, could answer the questions of their children, yet they could feel some truth behind those words even if they refused to believe it.
"Now they have come this far. With these Quirks integrated with society to such a deep level with society and humanity that we have advanced so much with a great ease. So much that something that was deemed impossible in the past could be achieved with a click of finger."
"But poor us, human. We went too far ahead that it bite us back in the ass."
The brief flashes of scene from the past stopped, and soon changed.
The rain has been pouring down unto the ground quite heavily for sometime. For some people, or even most, such a time would feel like a bliss and calming for the restless human's mind.
The deafening yet rhythmical trickle of water droplets, coupled with the cold air that gave us excuse to wrap ourselves in a warm blanket while nursing a cup of hot cocoa, were the perfect combination for human to give into their weariness and fell into a relaxed state.
Unfortunately, for the people who gathered here, they have failed to share the same sentiment with everything that has happened.
Fear, anxiety and tension were palpable in the cloudy, dark sky. Everyone waited with bated breathes as they watched a figure walking under the heavy downpour of the rain.
"I don't like where this is going..."
The atmosphere was suffocating, making the casts either grip their armrests or tense their muscles subconsciously.
"I said bring me that bitch here or I will kill another one! I want my showdown damnit!"
"Now, now, Dankoro-san I just want to talk." The other man soothed, the screen coming closer to his face and a beautiful curve of a serene smile appeared.
"Deku... san?"
The visage before them was different from what they knew, yet also the same as the person they have always known as Midoriya Izuku.
Older, most likely around the same age as Eraser and Mic, with a cleanly shaved, handsome face and a more masculine built. His hair was a shade darker of green, matching the raven black trench coat he donned over his black uniform.
However...
"That smile... it looked so..."
"Fake." At last, Bakugo opened his mouth with a surprising lack of temperament and profanity.
"So charming and so calm. But it looked so perfect. Too perfect." Nezu continued.
The oval glasses over his eyes glinted ominously.
"Let me introduce myself, Dankoro-san. My name is Midoriya Izuku, it's nice to meet you."
The man before him visibly tensed. A look of fear, panic and rage flashed across his shrouded face under his hood.
"You!"
"Yep! It's me!"
"Go away, or I will kill her!"
A faint whimper reached Izuku's ears as the man before him hold the little thing in his left arm closer. It was a girl with a soaked sack covering her entire face.
He could have suffocated her.
Collective shivers were shared amongst the cast at how Izuku's face remained the same, yet also looking much more colder.
"And get your dogs away from this place! I know that you're planning to kill me once I let my guard down!"
Without as much as saying anything back to him, Izuku complied with the man. His right hand left the comfort of his coat's pocket and a banfage covered fist was raised.
A few shadows began to raise from several rooftops and moved away.
"Assassin..." Nagant murmured, frown painting her face.
"W-what happened to you, my boy?" Toshinori questioned. "There's no way that you're planning to kill someone, right?"
The same question echoed within the others' mind. Even if this is just an alternative version of him, there's no way he would fall that low, right?
"Hah! Good! Now bring me that bitch so I can have my showdown!"
The man shifted, the long cloak that covered most of his body began to fell from his shoulder and unraveled a repulsive sight of something inhuman.
"...what the heck is that...?"
The entire lenght of the man's arm is nowhere like what a human should look like. It bulged into an unnatural size with fingers gone, replaced by some sort of dual fleshy barrel. The entire things looked like some sort of brutally mutated limb with pulsing veins and a glowing shade of fleshy pink. Hot steam and blood oozed out of it, yet it hardly affected the owner of said arm.
In fact, he looked like he was ecstatic and proud to show off his hideous piece of body.
"Dankoro Jun, age 41, unmarried and with no relatives around. You have been living alone at 293-1062, Shimotekara, Musutafu. Your quirk is [Gun-Finger], allowing you to turn your finger into a barrel of gun and shoot out your own bone like a bullet. Did I miss something?"
"Damn, he's not someone you want to mess with..." Hawk murmured.
"To be able to gain that much of personal information... What kind of organization did he lead?" Momo wondered aloud.
"Kuhahahaha!" Deranged laugh, which sounded like an animalistic wheeze, came out of the man's throat, "Damn are you my stalker!? That mean you definitely knew what I want right?"
"Yes, indeed, I do. You want my cute secretary, no?"
"Wait... That bitch is your secretary? Even better! Send here now!"
"Ah, ah, ah." Izuku wiggled his finger, "Not so fast, my friend. She's still on the way right now. Though, while we wait for her..."
A dangerous glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Why don't you let me indulge you in this game of yours?"
"Huh?"
With a knowing smile and a taunting tilt of his head, Izuku's hand swiftly moved to pull the right side of his coat away and revealed a black handgun, USP, on his belt's holster. "The Wild West way..." His smile grew a few milimeter wider as his hand took place on his belt and began to assume a stance.
"What does he mean by that?" Kirishima questioned, confusion and alertness mixed on his face.
"I... honestly have no idea, but I don't think that sounds fun, dude..." Kaminari's answered.
"Oh... Oh! OH! HAHAHAHAHAH! That's it, I like you now! I really, really like you, Midoriya!" The tip of his barrel fonger finally leaves the side of his quivering hostage's head, "Fine! Let's do it!"
"Oh, no..." Hawk uttered in realization.
"T-they're not about to do what I'm thinking, right?" With fear dripping from her voice, dread began to paint Mina's pink face.
"Doing what?"
"Can't your fried brain see what's going on, they're about play cowboy with a little girl between them!"
"Wait, what the fuck!?"
"Deku-kun won't do that, right? He have some other plans, right!?"
Panic began to blown among the younger cast. The adult could only watch and prepare themselves for the inevitable blooshed that's inching closer with each passing second. From what they could see, the villain is absolutely deranged and negotiation is clearly out of the window.
Though, watching the older version of their golden boy being the one who pulls the trigger is... having a serious effect on them...
As if matching the tensing atmosphere, the dark sky grew even harsher and relentless, raining down a heavy downpour of water below.
Two pair of eyes stared at one another. Unwavered. One is a picture of perfect calm with brewing storm underneath a pool of dark green, while the other is a chaotic mess of insanity displayed from bloodshot eyes.
Anyone watching waited with bated breathes with a countdown in their minds for the scene of death to come. Children and those with weak heart refused to see what come next. The drumming sounds of their own hearts become even more clear.
1...
The wind blows and howled fierce, whipping against their face and hair as their coat and cloak flapped uncontrollably.
2...
Their gazes remained true, waiting for the tiniest twitch of muscle and movement their either side will make. Not even the almost blinding rain could hinder their focus. Even the moment seemed to slowdown as the mental countdown slowly reaches its end.
3...
The bulge of a hand snapped upward in slowed-like motion, and the audience feels their heart stopped as Izuku's hand still remained on his belt.
'He's not fast enou-!'
*BANG!*
Spray of blood and gore exploded in the air, painting the ground red with crimson splatter. The remaining eye twitched and widened in shock, failing to register what just happened. Slowly but surely, the searing hot pain assaulted his brain and causing him to shook.
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
But before he could raise his hand further, the following wave of bullets simply silenced him, forever.
And with that, the man with guns as hand dropped dead down on the ground.
"What the heck happened...?" Toshinori mouthed, not even bothered by the clearly gruesome detail that was displayed on the screen.
He hot his answer in the form of smoke trail, coming out of the new hole in Izuku's pocket.
"Ego neutralized. Moving in to secure."
With practiced ease and unwavering calmness, Izuku took his left hand out of the comfort of the pistol grip and his coat's pocket. He began to rush toward the hostage laying on top of the dead Villain.
"Oh, shit..."
"..." Nagant was simply speechless.
"He had a gun ready from the entire beginning..." Nezu idly commented.
"Hey, hey." He calmly called while taking away the sack from the girl's head, "Everything is okay now."
Fearful, bloodshot eyes stared at him in horror and confusion. Her entire body shook from the dreadful experience and the piercing coldness of the evening wind, Izuku swiftly took his coat and wrapped her in it.
"My name is Midoriya Izuku," He took off the cloth gag on her mouth, "would you like a hot cocoa after this?"
"He seems... experienced in this kind of thing..." Getting over her shock and confusion, Kendo noted both in interest and concern.
"He sure do." Todoroki idly commented. If he was in Midoriya's shoes, he believe that he wouldn't be able to handle as good as his friend did.
The vacant look in the girl's eyes were finally replaced by something else, a slight shine in them. She was save now. She realized. And with that tears of happiness began to streak down her wet face.
Izuku merely smiled, it sure is a traumatic experience to go through that. He stood up with the girl in his arms, a little adjusting here and there and he was set to go.
The noise of the incoming crowd and authority was unmistakable, but his men did their job well to stop the mass from overwhelming the hostage. Amidst the chaos before him, a lone figure began to approach him with an umbrella in hand.
"Kaina-san, thank you for being so kind." Izuku's calm smile widened into a bright grateful one.
"It's me again? The universe must have been having a thing for this boy and me." Nagant said to herself, omitting the part where she didn't really mind about it.
"No need, Captain. In fact, I should be the one who thanked you. This whole situation happened because of me." Lifting her umbrella a bit, Kaina welcomed her captain into the protection of the umbrella, "That man might have some grudge or even revenge on me."
"If that's the case, then so be it. It's all in the past, Kaina-san. That's why I assign you to a noncombatant role."
"Can't say I liked the paperwork, but once again thank you, captain." The stern look on the ex-hitwoman softened as she gave the man a beautiful little smile.
"Aw, stop it. You gonna make me blush, y'know." Gazing down at the sleeping on his arms, Izuku spoke again, "I trust you with the press and crowd, Kaina-san. I'm going to ge a medical attention for her. You're dismissed. Thank you."
"Sir, yes sir."
With that, the screen come to an end and the audiences are finally relieved from the tension.