Chapter 04: [Displaying the Fangs of a Predator]
"...Uhh, finally done!" A teenager exclaimed, stretching his arms backwards and emitting satisfying popping sounds from both his back and shoulders. Izuku had been taking his time to study for the upcomming U.A exams, and as such he could not neglect the fact that U.A didn't just focus on physical aspects, but also in academics too.
The last three months until the exam he had dialed back his "night strolls", since he managed to get a much better grasp on his abilities. The [Thirst] was still the same, the little voice at the edge of his mind reminding Izuku that he was far from perfect. Much too far.
Yet, the pale boy continued his path.
He also had eased his training routine. Since his encounter with Hatsume Mei all those months ago, he had not had a full moment he could call his own. The tech-geek girl was incessant in her efforts to have him help her with her inventions, or better said, her babies. Izuku swore that he could never get used to the girl's errantic behavior. After he had helped her in their first encounter, she had hacked into his phone and had added her own info contact, including her bloody address.
Day in and day out of his training, Izuku had been forced to help the girl carry ludicrous amounts of trash from the beach to her workshop, about 10 miles away from the littered part of the beach. It had been greater workout routine than anything he had planned so far, so he did not blame the girl or had any true malice towards her.
Besides, it helped that she talked so much, as her voice could distract him from his own thoughts. Bonus points that she was always covered in sweat and grease, which did not trigger [Hunter Instincts] and didn't make him wish to jump at her neck each five minutes.
Make no mistake; Mei was attractive in her own right, with her frantic behavior and...well...she was more developed than the majority of the girls he had seen in his school. Coupled with her lack of respect for personal space and it made for some unusual moments. Lucky for him, motor oil was truly difficult to get off the skin, thus he only needed to focus on that when the pink haired girl got too close for comfort.
He sighed. His habit of letting too many ideas swim in his head had gotten him thinking about nonsense again. As puberty came, so did the increase in his hormones and instincts. Add his [Quirk]'s less than stellar ability in [Hunter Instincts] and you could end with a troublesome combination of testosterone and adrenaline.
Ping!
Talk about the devil and he shall appear! Izuku joked inside his head, grabbing his phone and opening the text he had been sent. Another request from Mei, this time asking for him to grab some random trinket she had forgotten by the junkyard of the beach. Izuku sighed, but complied and sent a confirmation to the girl. She had been his first friend in a while, and the fact that she did not mind his weird appearance or why he steamed if exposed for too long into the sun. [Day Walker] could cover up when Izuku was dressed up, but most of his exercises required him to shed the maximun amount of clothing possible so that he could push his abilities even further.
He picked a hoodie from his wardrobe and left him room. His mother was in the living room, watching some rom-com that he had no interest in in.
"Hey mom, I need to pick something for my friend. I'll be back soon." He said, already by the door and putting in his red sneakers.
"Isn't it quite late Izu? How about you pick that up tomorrow?" Inko worriedly asked, her gaze shifting to his frame.
The vampire waved off the concerns of him mother, giving her his best smile. His fangs gleamed and his gaze was more of a predator than a caring son, but his mother knew him enough to know what he truly meant. The woman kept her eyes locked into his frame for a few seconds before she exhaled tiredly, giving him her sweet smile. One that would not sent children running away.
"Okay, Izu, but if anything happens, call me immediatelly. Don't even think about vanishing into the night and coming here the next morning as if nothing ever happened." She warned, her voice laced with concern for him. He supposed she was talking about the night he came home suffering blood-withdraw.
It only happened when he went long periods of time without ingesting any blood. Or when he was cultivating foreign blood inside him, hoping to emulate other quirks. It was not pretty sight to see or hear, but it was something that he could at least mitigate. He hadn't spent that money into those ultra UV-lights in vain, after all.
"Sure mom! Love you!" He assured her and exited their apartment, quick steps guiding his body into Dagobah Beach's way by pure muscle memory. The night truly was the moment when Izuku shined, his body working at its best to provide him all the power of a vampire, to the enhanced senses and all the spiel of his [Hemomancy].
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It was thanks to those senses that Izuku was now sneaking around the beach, his frame hidden behind old and rusty cars, washing machines and all sorts of machinery one might think off.
You might be asking yourself why would he be hiding like some sort of burglar. The question was very simple.
His [Hunter Instincts] were going crazy, his nose flaring up to pick the smell of his favorite drink. It was not rust, which slightly stimulated his apetite, but it was the smell of the crimson honey that was his nectar and curse. Blood.
Old blood, that had been cleaned away with bleach countless times from the metal blade which had draw the life liquid away from the owner of it. A bladed tool for sure. Izuku had only smelled that much blood in two people, none of which had been friendly when the vampire the last time he had met them. Which begged the golden question as of why would Stain be here? Had he remembered Izuku and decieded to finish the job from before?
Izuku did some research before to find information on the man he had fought that fabled night, when he had acquired [Mesmerize] and [Coagulation]. A Villain, or Anti-Hero as some in the internet called him, Stain was known for his recent acts of purging those who he saw unfit to be heroes. His ideas about true heroism had been spreadin around the web, slowly gaining support from fans of his ideology.
Pushing all those thoughts aside, the vampire regained his focus, making sure to carefully make his way where the smell of blood was at its strongest. He hid behind one old car frame, closing his eyes to fully focus in his ears.
"...ga-chan, can you go out with me?" The voice of a teenager reached Izuku's voice. The Hemomancer was instantly confused as to why would a young boy be here at this time, much less confessing love for a man like Stain.
"Ne ne Nichiro-senpai, are you really in love with me? With lil' ol' me?" The cheer childish joy and giggling coming from the other person was not masculine. In fact, the tone was so feminine that Izuku could picture in his mind the type of person who would speak like that as a cute kouhai. One tiny peek and he found that the girl receiving that confession was much different from whom he had in mind. There was also the little fact that she was a villain he had run into a few months back. It took all his willpower to force his body still, less he jump and attack her out of sheer instinct.
It was really weird for a guy to be making a confession at this time, in this dump. Izuku was not the leading expert in dates or romance, but he pictured that a date must be somewhere that the girl would enjoy spendind time at. Unless this girl enjoyed rust and trash, Izuku doubted this was the most apropriate place for this. The vampire continued hidden, waiting for any other developement, but this time he made sure to pick his phone and start silently recording the happenings here.
"So, Nichiro-senpai, what is it that enjoy in me? My good looks? Or is it my personality? OH! I got it!It's my sexy body, right?" The blonde squealed in delight, her hands joined together as she swooned at the not-at-all romantic shenanigan happening. The boy smiled, one hand scratching the back of his head while the other went for his backpocket.
"Toga-chan, I enjoy everything in you! The way you talk, how cute you look in the morning, how wonderful you will look when I break you." Izuku narrowed his brows at the rather sudden shift in tone and mood. He began to let his blood out, the crimson liquid slowly seeping through the pores and skin of his arms to make his gauntlets. It seemed that Izuku had the devil's luck to stumble into these situations.
"I don't know, senpai! I think you will look pretty cute bleeding out too!" When the blonde, whom Izuku now knew went by Toga, spoke out. The duo stayed in their stand off for a while, no one moving. And then it happenned!
Nichiro's right arm whipped into Toga's direction, electric sparks flying from the stun-gun in his hand. His appearance of a middle-school boy dissapearing into mist as he turned into a grown man dressed in a suspiciously decked-out attire. Combat pants and boots, coupled with a military-grade vest and a black hoodie made the man menacing. Izuku could also spot some hand-cuffs, another stun-gun, what izuku hoped to be a smoke-granade and a nightstick.
Toga, on the other hand, drew knives hidden in the long sleeves of her sailor's uniform. The blonde girl immediately threw her weapons at the man to make some distance before drawing another pair from a strap hidden under her skirt. The man dodged the knives thrown his way and poised himself, drawing his nightstick and extendind it.
"If you give up nice and easy, I'll promise to make this painless. Damaged goods sell for lower prices, you see. It's all business, so if you don't mind!" Nichiro joked about, twirling his metal stick and slowly circling around the girl. Toga opened an even bigger smile on her part, her predatory eyes never allowing the man out of sight.
"You see, senpai! Himiko here is such a cutie that the big men up there need to send goons like you to try to get her attention. That's not cute at all. You will be cuter when you start bleeding." The blonde declared, suddenly sprinting towards the armed man. The duo began exchanging attacks and testing the range of their weapons. Himiko was agile and nimble, her knives almost dancing as they tried to tear into Nichiro. The man had longer reach due to his stature, but he could not overextend, else Toga would be sure to burry a knife deep into his gut.
The things we do for money! The man let the thought fly in his head. He had found Himiko walking around late at night close to the hotel areas, where young highschool girls sometimes sold their bodies for some cash. It was much more subdue these days, hero patrols and all that jazz, but you could still find youself some young flesh selling itself for a quick buck. Or in other cases, the big shots offered money to dealers for them to provide high-quality meat. Nichiro had stalked Himiko for a few days, even infiltrating her school to acquire some extra info and sell her off. When he exposed some pictures of her to some of his buyers, they became enchanted with the wild beauty of the blonde. Her messy style or whatever they said at that time, Nichiro (or going by his real name Amemiya Hiroto) only paid attention when the old farts mentioned the amount they would buy her.
Abusing the hell out of his quirk, [Fake-out], Amemiya could easily infiltrate the school under the disguise of any student. A mere touch and for three hours he could pretend to be whoever person he touched. It was a Emitter-type quirk that displayed the ilusion of being someone else, but it could be identified in many ways. Smell and touch were only some of the many ways he had been figured out, hence why he opted to carry with him his weapons. A shocked and paralyzed meat-slave was much easier to deal with than the panther-like Himiko.
The duo continued their engagement, Amemiya coming many times close to zap the blonde, but she continued being able to escape and dodge both his weapons. The man was becoming irritated by their stalemate, already having received some nicks and cuts from the girl. Deciding he had had enough of their little game, Amemiya backed off quickly, Himiko following him before he could disengage. A pity for her this had been a bait. He let the nightstick fall to the ground as he pulled something else from his vest.
Himiko stopped her knives a few centimeters away from cutting into Amemiya's throat. The reason was that now she was staring at the rifled barrel of a revolver. Those few seconds turned Himiko's world into a pain-filled fiesta as 50,000 volts of electric energy ran over all her body, making her first tightly clench her weapons before letting them go and falling into the sand bellow her like a puppet whose strings had been cut. All that she saw before she went inconscious were two crimson pupils shining above Amemiya, green hair abscuring the face of the new arrival into the fight. Her last recuring thoughts were...
...How pretty...
"Here, eat this please." Izuku said, his hands coming around and clamping around the man's mouth. With a vice-like grip, the vampire held the man in place, blood seeping from a cut on his palm directly in the assailant's mouth. Amemiya tried to attack, but his muscles locked into place almost immediately after he tasted the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, signaling that [Coagulation] had taken effect. That done, Izuku brought the man close to his face, locking eyes with him.
Amemiya tried his best to resist, but his body could not obey any of his commands, and soon he found himself staring the ruby-colored gleaming eyes of the beast in front of him. Yes, beast, for there was no man capable of having that kind of piercing gaze. The gaze of a true predator.
"You shall not resist, neither shall you attack. Your better has arrived and he demands your full submission. Fail to effectively comply to my command and your body shall be found tomorrow in this very beach, sucked dry of all life."
The words that left Izuku's mouth echoed inside Amemiya's head, slowly engulfing his mind with thoughts of submission and passive behavior. Like sheep being lead to a slaughterhouse by the wolf. The man ceased his struggle, a red haze consuming his vision as he stood still, ready to receive whatever judgement the vampire imposed on him.
After Izuku made sure that the attacker would not move, courtesy of [Mesmerize], he went to check on the girl. It was not an excuse to make some distance between him and the helpless bloodbag in front of him, no sir! Mind tricks and intimidation were tactics Izuku was willing to use, considering they were rather effective when coupled together with his appearance; Bakugou was a prime example that intimidation tactics were mighty effective. Even threats such as the one he just made were acceptable, so long as Izuku kept his mind focused on the objetive; He would only become a true monster if he did cross the line.
Even with all the instincts, that was the one line Izuku swore to himself to never cross, no matter what. Even if the line became shifty or it bordered in villany, as long as he did not cross it, he was "safe".
He went to check on the unconscious girl, reminding himself that the blonde was the same girl who was stabbing a man in the past. He checked her pulse and eye-checked her for any possible injuries, but she seemed mostly fine. She would probably be in a bit of pain after she woke up, after all she was shocked pretty good by the stun gun. The vampire took the safe approach and used his blood to form a long tendril, using the bloody appendage to check the blonde for any other hidden weapons.
The hemomancer was somewhat surprised by the sheer number of blades that she was carrying. Not so many as Stain had, but he counted 10 knives so far, those she had thrown earlier out of the mix. Afte making sure that the blades were out of the girl's reach, Izuku went and made sure she was in a more comfortable position than before, when she was thrown on the ground like a ragdoll.
That done, Izuku immediately contacted the police department, telling the nature of the incident and reporting any details that might be of use to the police. His call done, the vampire also sent a message to Detective Tsukaichi, hoping for the man to be in service tonight. As the Hemomancer typed, he began his search for the primary objetive as to why he had come here in the first place. Mei's trinket turned out to be her steam-punk themed goggles, forgotten by some old refrigerator she had stripped for spare parts. Little wrench monkey as she was, the girl must not have noticed the moment when the goggles slipped away from her head. God knew why she wore the design, considering that her quirk, [Zoom], allowed her to see up to about 5 kilometers.
Pocketing the goggles, Izuku texted the mechanic girl and turned around to see the condition of his capturees. The man was still unmoving, the effects of [Coagulation] long done, but thanks to [Mesmerize], he had no need to worry about him so long as nothing bumped into him. Toga, no the other hand, was out of sight. Izuku tensed himself, worry painting his face. The girl should have been out for a longer period, considering she took such a shock. The vampire's ears picked the faint sound of movement and he quickly turned to meet the cause, even as his instincts remained calm and told him nothing was there.
Izuku did not see anyone, but he could hear the sound. Someone was stalking him, moving with extrememely quiet footsteps, and he knew it must have been Toga. Yet, no matter what he did, [Hunter Insticts] did not pick her presence or intent. It was like the girl was invisible or non-existent. This let to him receiving a palm strike on his chin, the blow snapping his head back. Following that, a roundhouse kick on the gut threw Izuku back a few centimeters, his feet digging groves on the sandy floor as he huffed.
His head snapped into the direction he heard movement, this time he finally managed to spot the girl. She was panting, an obvious sign that she was not well, but that did not make her any less dangerous, considering she had managed to pick up some of her weapons. Izuku stood still, hoping to not agravate the situation.
"Well... pant pant...it seems like tonight everyone wants a piece of cute, ol' Himiko here~!" Toga exclaimed, trying to estabilize her breathing. Her hands were trembling, the girl doing her best to appear both threatening and charming. Both of which she was not successfully acomplishing right now.
Izuku did not know what he was do to here. Any movement from his part would appear suspicious, and he had lucked out that Toga's kick had done been that powerful. She packed some force for sure, but the vampire was more inconvinienced by her ability to suddenly dissapear than her strenght. His focus had not been broken, nor had the girl touched her assailant, which meant that his mental control over him was still intact. He tried to maintain fixed eyesight with the girl, but it seemed that she had somehow picked up on his little trick.
The vampire opted to not say anything, allowing the girl to slowly regain her breath. If he could simplify this situation, he would describe it in chess terms as being in check. He could try and restrain her, but she was a much better close-range fighter than he was. There was also the fact his [Hunter Instincts] were being triggered, seeing such defenseless prey in front of him, trying to act tough. Two bloodbags ready to be consum-...
No! I can't think like that!
The teen chastised himself, biting his lower lip to increase his focus. Letting his instincts run wild was dangerous, for both himself and others.
"Not going to confess your love? You looked so pretty before, the red eyes and the whole 'I am the night' vibe was really was getting me going! How sad!~" Himiko tried teasing, her cheshire grin making the vampire tighten his face features. He tried to get a sentence going, his pearly white fangs attracting the attention of the blonde. "Woah! You've got fangs too! How cute~! Sooo cute~! If you were bleeding just a tiny bit, I would totally fall in love with you, like, right now~!"
"Miss, I have called for-..." Izuku almost said police, but stopped himself at the last second. He should not waste the chance, considering the girl was engaging him in conversation. The more time passed, the closer the police got to the beach. She could regain some breath back, but there was no away she was going to recuparate enough to escape the cops, not after that shock.
Luckly, Himiko had not noticed his little slip up, or so he hoped. She was-...Where had she gone?
DOWN BELLOW!
[Hunter Instincts] warned him just in time, Izuku managing to protect his chin from the incoming knife. The blade pierced the palm of his left hand and stopped his shy of touching his adam's apple, his right hand automatically springing to grab what he perceived to be a presence right in front of him, successfully managing to grab the blonde by her throat. The vampire sucked in his breath, the pain hitting him right away, but it was not enough for him to get distracted. Some blood seeped out, but instead of dripping away, the liquid wrapped around the blade and its handle, locking it in place before Himiko could ever think of pulling it away.
Himiko's eyes widened, gaining a glint of childish joy as she eyed the vibrant crimson liquid move as if it had a will of its own. Her eyes followed as Izuku slowly lowered his hand and bringing with it the pocket knife that had sank into his flesh. Her pale features gained a staining blush as her eyes shifted from the wound in the vampire's hand to his eyes, previously emerald green, now glimmering rubies filled with violent power. She could feel as if invisible hands were trying to worm their way inside her mind, maddening whispers of a husky voice telling her to stand down and bow to a higher power.
As Izuku fought the instinct to sink his fangs into Toga's soft looking neck, he opened his mouth to speak, warm vapor steaming away and revealing once more the white fangs of his mouth. He was fully focused on both controling himself and trying to [Mesmerize] the villain-girl, but her mind seemed to be rejecting his advances. He slowly approached his wounded hand to her mouth, the girl trying to push him back but failing to overwhelm his strenght. Just as the crimson liquid was about to approach the blonde's mouth, a siren blasted off together with red and blue lights. The police had arrived!
Izuku's head whipped into the direction of the rising stone stars of the beach, spotting the police car approaching their location. He should have known better.
Himiko realized quickly that she could not fight against his raw strength, so she decided to approach the manner in a more flexible way. By that, she meant a double kick to both the vampire's shin and then his crotch. As Izuku recoiled in pain, Himiko let go of the handle of one of her knives - the one burried in the vampire's hand- and the other she sank into the arm holding her neck. If she remembered properly, this cutie was the regenerator who she had met a while back. She was lucky, it seemed he lived in the district. She would remember to be here more often, if she could meet him more she could have another chance of becoming even closer to him. He was even offering her a drink of his blood!
And with that Himiko Toga once more escaped the claws of the green haired vampire.
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Izuku exited the police car and waved a goodbye to the man dressed in a trenchcoat who was driving. He sighed in defeat, seeing as he failed to get the blonde villain-girl into the hands of the authorities, and even received a scolding from Detective Tsukauchi for misuse of his quirk in public. Lucky him the detective let him go with only a scolding and a quick question section, [Lie Detection] making any piss-poor excuse invalid. Thus, he was free from having to respond to any lawsuit from the man he had used his quirk on.
He entered his apartment and gave a quick greeting to his mother, the woman spending a good fifteen minutes checking him to see if he had gotten into any scrap of some sort. The vampire indulged the worried mother, his mind busy wondering why had Toga decided to attack him if she could escape earlier, She was clearly skilled, if that invisibility trick could fool his [Hunter Instincts]. Which meant she could pass as "non-threatening" as long as she wished for and get into close range. He could pick sounds and smell from her, but with his most reliable sense telling him that there was no threat, it was going to be difficult dealing with her should they ever encounter again.
After his mother was finally pleased, she asked about the trinket he had gone to pick up, upon which he showed her the goggles and she launched into another full-mother scolding about how he should not have gone so late to pick some accessory. It would be another thirty minutes before he was free to go to his room.
Izuku dropped into his bed, pulling out two pocket knives hidden in his hoodie and examining them. Simple knives, but highly effective. He wondered if he should add bladed weapons as support items into the design of his hero costume. He had several models, each taking into consideration various situations and his own quirk into account. There were many designs that took direct inspiration from Pro-heroes such as Allmight, Edge Shot, Eraser-head and others. Sometimes Izuku wondered what he would come up with if his quirk was something else, or even if he was quirkless.
That was the one question that the vampire would always ask himself. His [Quirk] was a wonderful gift, even considering all the drawbacks it had. How many out there would kill to have [High-speed regeneration] or [Hunter Instincts], and here he was, wondering if he should be thankful for them. Those were wonderful parts of his quirk, but he could never forget that they came with the unending [Thirst] and quite some violent tendencies.
Why am I getting so hang up on this tonight? The vampire asked himself, before coming short for an answer.
He decided to shelf the idea in the back of his mind for another day. The U.A exams were coming and he should be studying.
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The big day was finally here. After all the months of preparation, Izuku was getting ready to finally take the next step into his life. He had a full belly today, managing to almost empty his stock of bloodbags at home to make sure he would not be [Thirsty] during the exam. A few days before the exam, the NQA (Nacional Quirk Agency) had taken his recent upgrades into account, his slight manipulation of the truth as to how he had acquired them non-important now, and finally decided into a proper name for his quirk.
It felt somewhat silly and a bit chunni, but Izuku felt glad that now he had a proper way to address his power and medical issues would be less troublesome when now he could skip the teatrics of explaining his quirk to doctors. No, he was not goddamn afraid of still bodies of water or silver, and that yes, he was fine with garlic, no, he could not turn into a swarm of bats. Sometimes people took movies too serious.
The train ride to U.A was filled with silent enthusiasm, some people giving him a wider berth than necessary, but nothing could spoil this day. Mei had messaged him about fifty times already, many of the texts being the same "Pass already and let me experiment my babies on you!" and that broke the nervous tension that the hero trainee hopeful had for his test. He had people who believed in him despite his [Quirk], so Izuku would do his hardest to meet the expectations of those that believed in him.
Nothing could spoil the high mood the vampire had going. Not the many other students looking at him with questioning eyes, not the brightly lit sun that was shining down on his frame. Not even the sight of the ever scowling Bakugou.
"Get the fuck outta the way, sucker!" The ash-blonde growled, hands inside the pockets of his deep blue coat. Izuku eyed the bomber from the corner of his eyes, not moving from his spot. There was plenty of space for Katsuki to go around the vampire. That led to a stand still this soon, the two teens looking at each other. Bakugou's red eyes fixed into Izuku's greens, the other students avoiding the duo as if they could feel the tension in the air.
One minute seemed like an eternity, Izuku eventually side-stepping to allow the blond bomber right of way. The other students releasing sighs of relief they did not know they were holding. As Katsuki passed by Izuku, the vampire decided to poke some fun at the walking bomb. A simple smile, making sure that his white fangs were in display. Bakugou stopped for a moment, a growl leaving his throat as his head turned to meet the smiling face of the hemomancer.
"Hope you are ready to get squashed, Mosquito!" With that, Bakugou made his way to his entry point, leaving Izuku behind.
The vampire got his fill of the entry gates of U.A, saving the memory in his head. As he made his way inside the building, he never noticed the group that was stopped-still behind him. A brown haired girl with a bob-cut style, a boy with deep red and spiked hair close to pink skinned girl and a raven-faced boy were the most notable teens among the group, yet all of them only had one thought running in their heads.
"""That's the level that U.A is operating at? That's crazy!"""
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Izuku sat in his seat after the three-hour long test. It was the kind of test you would expect of U.A, full of laborious and difficult question, but the vampire was sure that he had scored high enough. After all the students were done, many complaining about the difficulty of the written portion, they were all directed to a large room with a stage at the bottom. Funnily enough, Izuku's arranged seat was right beside Bakugou, who was grinding his teeth and seemed ravenous to be seated beside the vampire. A few minutes and the stage was lit up, as was the projector behind it, Present Mic being illuminated.
The blonde hero began his presentation with his usual upbeat attitude that never seemed to be put down. He loudly explained the physical portion of the exam, the screen projection behind him displaying images to aid in his labor. Simplifying the hero's words, it all boiled down to a Seek-and-Destroy, in which faux-villain robots would be released to rampage around a mock city and the applicants had to destroy them and score points. The robots' points varried between 1 to 3, with a additional 0-pointer thrown into the mix. Present Mic explained the three robots, but left anything about the Zero Pointer, which in turn rose a few alarms inside Izuku's head.
He was a hero fanboy at heart, yet Izuku knew when to become quiet and analyze the situation. Mostly. Nonetheless, if the Pro-Hero explaining the exams was leaving something, it could mean that this exam was more than what meets the eye. The vampire nodded to himself, content in letting the idea slowly cook inside his mind, however, someone from the crowd loudly questioned the exam.
The student was tall, dressed in a prim and proper uniform that definitively belonged to some sort of private school and spoke in a somewhat condescending tone. Like that passive-aggressive tone that only the well off could accomplish. He began complaining about the lack of explanation for the fourth faux villain, and it took the blond hero the better part of five minutes to explain that, no, it was not a print error and that the 0-Pointer was a distraction at best.
Translation: Think for yourself as to why would the Number one school in heroics withhold information. It's almost like they want to test our skills to become heroes or something. No, stop it, Izuku! You are sounding like Bakugou!
Being done with his explanations, Present Mic sent the applicants to take their respective bus. Five minutes later and Izuku was sure that U.A somehow had an endless budged; the "test aplication area" was huge enough to be a city on its own. The teens were then directed to a nearby locker room to change into something more comfortable. The vampire quickly shed his school gakuran to change into a beige sports short. He left his red sneakers on and finally changed the upper part of his uniform for a white muscle shirt with the kanji for "pants" written across it. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up at his choice of clothing!
After he changed, the vampire exited the locker room and mingled about with the other applicants. Izuku took the time to lightly stretch, warming his body for whatever U.A had in store for him. The exposed parts of his skin began to steam, [Day Walker] already taking care of it for the hemomancer. As he finished his warm up, Izuku noticed that the other applicants had given him some distance, no doubt somewhat intimidated by his appearance and the steam.
All except one.
Blue hair, engine exhaust pipes coming out of his calves and tall stature. The same guy from before made his way towards Izuku, loudly calling out the green-haired vampire.
"Hey, you! Your disruptive behavior is improper! Are you truly aiming for Heroics? Intimidating the other candidates and making use of your quirk before it is allowed is a serious offense and U.A could have you disclassified immediately for such improper behavior! Are you listening to m-..." Before Glasses-kun could finish calling out Izuku, the vampire grabbed ahold of the taller boy's shirt, bringing both to eye level. Blue eyes meet crimson glowing orbs, their calm emerald color all but forgotten.
Izuku barely contained the anger simmering inside his heart, his [Hunter Instincts] almost begging for him to use [Mesmerize] and leave this impudent bloodbag incapable of any action. To see the look of desperation inside those blue eyes as his body didn't obey his commands and in the end he would realize that all his pompous behavior was naught but a foolish lamb's babbling.
Deep breathes, Izuku!
Locking the [Inner Beast] with his iron will in the confines of his mind, Izuku slowly let the power dissipate from his pupils, letting the crimson glow be gone from his orbs. Releasing the taller boy's shirt, Izuku backed off slowly. His claws had tore holes where his digits had been, but it was much better than harming a fellow applicant.
Before anyone could question whatever had happened, an air horn loudly blared, calling the attention of all the applicants to the suddenly open gates that led into the faux city.
"WHAT, WERE YOU ALL EXPECTING SOME SORT OF WARNING? LESSON NUMBER ONE, YOUNG LISTENERS, EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED! THE TIMER IS RUNNING ALREADY, SO SHOW US WHAT YOU ARE MADE OFF. PLUS ULTRA, REMEMBER?" Present Mic's voice echoed and soon, all the applicants were desperately running towards the city, various robots waiting for them on the streets.
Izuku flash-stepped his way inside the center of the faux city, many other applicants following behind him. Glasses-kun was already taking out robots, his powerful kicks easily breaking the robots that stood in his path. All the others made use of their abilities and attacked the robots, Izuku being no exception to that rule.
Forgoing the slow method, Izuku used his claws to dig deep into his arms, immediately bringing out a great quantity of his blood out and fixing it into the shape of his gauntlets, rushing to meet the first robot in his path. He sharp turned into the closest turn, meeting three 1-pointers and one 3-pointer. All the faux-villains locked on him, but were unable to follow up with the slaughter.
The vampire made constant use of flash-step, quickly entering the guard of the first robot, the sharp claws of his gauntlet easily shearing the armor plating guarding the chest area in a shower of scrap metal. The robot fell backwards, Izuku already jumping off the broken machinery and engaging the remaining ones. Bits and pieces of metal were woven with the aid of [Advanced Hemomancy], reinforcing his blood construct and adding to the damage he could cause. He ran up to another 1-pointer and jumped over the telegraphed punch, using the arm of the robot as a platform to easily access the neck area. One slash and one decapitation down, the hemomancer locked his sights into the next 1-pointer.
His next move had been one of the many he had practived due to [Hemomancy], which allowed for longer-ranged combat. Focusing all the blood covering his right arm into a thin shape, Izuku jumped high and threw a crimson colored javelin of blood into the eye-socket of the 3-pointer. Free falling for just a second, the teen descended into the last 1-pointer and slashed with his remaining left gauntlet, the bloody construct carving into the military-green tinted metal and allowing Izuku to slowly lower himself into the ground as his claws ran down the entirety of the robot's frame, leaving out three roughly carved grooves. Wasting no time, the teen continued to seek out for more faux-villains.
Stealthly getting the drop into a 2-pointer and carving its head before it had the chance to attack.
Arriving into a slug-fest happening between a group of five 1-pointers and one teen covered in a metallic sheen, Izuku made constant use of [Blood Spear] to aid the ferrous-looking boy, taking out two enemies before he kept going.
Tanking a impact missile that was about to hit a vine-haired girl, the vampire hurled enough [Blood Spears] to make the robot look like a porcupine.
Dodging a hail of rubber bullets and whisking away a pink-skinned girl together with him, Izuku flash-stepped into the 2-pointer's frame and sunk his bare hand into the machine's chest, savagely ripping out the working motor and throwing it into a second 2-pointer that was soon melted down by a glob of acid.
Aiding a boy with strange tusks in his mouth, shouting to him when he was about to be blind-sided by a 1-pointer and using [Blood Spear] to stop the robot in its tracks long enough for the boy to cut the robot in half.
Izuku did not stop to hear anything that those people said, all his focus directed into controling his blood and hunting down the villains inside the city. The number seemed to be decreasin fast, which considering the many able combatants present, it was only expected. He saw some robots float up before suddenly dropping down and crashing into a shower of metal. Not going north, that's taken.
He turned west and was about to throw another [Blood Spear], but one light beam beat the vampire to the punch. He heard some french words being used, but his focus quickly shifted to hunt other robots.
Focus on the hunt, manage the amount of blood you are using.
Take as many villains as you are able to with your claws.
Using too much blood too fast.
His quick stop to access his situation almost led into Izuku being punched by a 3-pointer. Luckly, horns came from the oposite direction and made the punch go off-course long enough for Izuku to turn around and slash at throat height, servering important cables at the neck of the larger robot. His head turned into the direction where the horns had come from, his red eyes finding a blonde girl with two sharp horns on the side of her head. She gave him a thumbs-up, which Izuku returned with a head nod.
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Less and less robots seemed to be appearing as the combat got more heated and students became more desperate for points. Izuku looked at his somewhat trembling hands, the broken nails regrowing to their sharp point in a few instants. Once more he slashed at his arms, bringing out his gauntlets for another round. He was able to detect a few stragglers even under the sound of intense combat, some applicants beginning to slow down under the heat of combat.
Thirteen out of the fifteen minutes were gone in all but an instant, the sounds of combat slowing down accompanying the lack of robots. Izuku had just finished another 3-pointer, making the robot shoot its impact missile against its own head, when he realized that the other teens had all stopped. He let the carcass of the robot fall and was about to close his eyes to listen for more targets when the ground trembled. The vampire did not need to enhance his hearing, the approaching enemy was not hiding itself.
Being that large, what need did the robot had for hiding. Being about the size of a 20-meters high building, the 0-Pointer was truly a distraction. A waste of time and something to be avoided at all costs. Not worth the remaining time of the exam. Everyone knew this and had the same idea, running away from that was the only logical step one oughta take to pass this exam.
So, why was Izuku trembling in excitement? Why was his heart pumping so fast that he could feel all his blood? Why was he so full with adrenaline that standing still seemed sacrilegious and would led to him bursting?
[Hunter Insticts] was just short of yelling at him to take action already.
His pearly white fangs felt itchy, the call of the [Inner Beast].
So drunk in this sudden sensation, Izuku almost missed the distress call of a girl asking for help. He passed the other students, running oposite of them. Blood Gauntlets fully strenghtened, Izuku also covered his legs with bloody greaves, their shape shifting between armor and claw-like feet akin to those of a dragon. His body was exhaling his power to the maximum. Even with his body steaming, Izuku was still moving towards this obstacle. Blood flowed, seeping through the pores of his skin and covering his neck and mouth in a bracing-mouth guard piece that resembled a mask. A shifting design as life liquid worked to obey the commands of the hemomancer. Like a Oni's smile or a dragon's maw. Izuku roared his challenge to the machine, rushing it like a red missile.
The hand of the 0-pointer approached, coming close to the girl burried in concrete rubble, but it was stopped by a crimson missile.
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The [Inner Beast] had been unleashed.
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Like he was teleporting around, the crimson mass of violence began slashing at any and every metal part of the 0-pointer, scrap metal raining down at the robot's feet as the tornado of slashing blood began ascending and making its way up the arm of the gigantic foe. Crushing and slashing, no piece was spared as Izuku [Rage]'d, attacking and destroying the faux-villain. Explosions began happening around the entirety of the frame of the behemoth, claws destroying important mechanical parts, hydralics and pistons becoming nothing less than scrap metal.
Hand, arm, shoulder join, trapezium, neck and finally head.
The 0-Pointer powered down, the powerful tracks unmoving as the robot slumped, shut down.
One of the many headlights broke and from it, a boy fell down. There were still about five meters before the vampire could meet the ground, but no one could move after such brutal display of power. The teen managed to right himself in the air, feet down as he crashed into the ground like a bullet and cracked the asphalt under him.
The crimson armaments were not in equipped, and the glimmer of rubies was not present in the green-haired vampire's eyes. He simply stayed quiet, tiredness overcoming the teen as he laid under the shadow of his defeated foe, panting to regain his breathe. Another air horn blasted loudly, announcing the end of the physical portion of the U.A exams and leaving many with a sight that would not be forgotten so soon.
Name: Midoriya Izuku
Age: 15 (soon to be 16)
Quirk: [True Ancestor]
Basic Atributes:
Inteligence: 4/5
Cooperation: 4/5
Strenght: 3.5/5
Speed: 3.5/5
Charisma: 2/5 (use of [Mesmerize] not accounted for)
Total: 17/25
Description: A pale young teen with green hair, freckles and green eyes, Midoriya is one unique case of [Quirk Evolution], in which he does not have a individuality based on either of his parent's [quirks], but a mutation that has given him abilities that are akin to a classic fantasy creature; a vampire. Added upon it, his [Quirk] also allows for free use and manipulation of his own blood. More abilities have been awakening as Izuku's growth progresses and his quirk developes. Drawbacks have been reported such as sensibility to the sun, aggressive instincts and a ever-growing thirst for blood have all been reported by the individual himself. Coupled with his 1.70 meter height and you have an intimidating figure that makes people associate his image to that of a [Villain] or [Creep].