Watch warmly 2.
Since the last Chapter was just a whole bunch of badly written idiot ball moment for the heroe's (Hisashi, really? and your a pro Hero?) I decided to post this as fast as possible.
Enjoy! 3
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Tomura (was he Tomura now? Or was he All For one?) blinked as he tried to process what in the ever-loving fuck had just happened.
One moment, he had managed to burst awful little shit of a heroling heart like one would a bob-omb (a water balloon, kami, it had been years since he'd used this particular quirk.), the full moon having arisen in a bloody red sky, perfect for the rise of the new demon king. And The next...
A whole ass door opened in his back, and out came Midoriya...
No, not Deku. But Midoriya...
He... thought it was Midoriya.
(was it Midoriya? All For one had heard descriptions of the boy, and from Tomura's eyes, he could see the distinctive freckles and the fluffy hair (he wanted that hair, he was to run his fingers in there... they looked fluffier than his Little Brother's own lovely mop.) but... who in their right mind would barge in an arena where a final boss loomed in nothing more than a T-shirt, dhoti (was he a Hindu now?) and a pair of wooden sandals, also, when did he get the time to grow a mullet? What were kids up to these days anyway?)
So, this Midoriya, Free from his green bunny suit. (no, wait, it was not a green bunny gimp suit anymore, but something with a cape, didn't they learn from Nana's death that capes were the assured death of all Heroes? How about All Might? He had been fun to fling around like a rag doll.) and stood, no, floated in front of Tomura (All For One.), showing his back.
Now, Izuku was either a complete fool for making such a newb mistake... or he knew a Mystic art of back attack, like Link in Twilight Princess.
Not that it would do much, for, as it had already been established, Tomura was practically unkillable, a proper Demon King to destroy all of mankind. (No, please, let me out~)
The New, Honest to Goodness Demon King took a step forward; he already had his boss banter all planned out; Midoriya would helplessly watch as he...
"Kacchan!" Predictably, Izuku ran to his friend, not even sparing a thought to the new Demon king, predictably angering them. All because the explosive teen had collapsed to the ground.
This, obliviously, made Tomura even madder; how dare he, the ninth user, ignore him for a dying NPC!?
(Magne, Monchan, Magne, ! Help! Help!)
"MIDORIYA!" He roared, only for the Useless last user to turn around, his phone in his hand and...
Made Tomura face his open palms as, standing over Bakugou's unmoving form, text something quickly.
As if the new holder of All For One was nothing worse than an NPC.
An NPC... HIM! THE FUCKING MC!
(This shall not be forgiven, the brat will pay for that with the blood of all he cared about!)
With a Mighty roar, Shigaraki threw himself at his designated boss fight! Only to bonk on an invisible wall like a dumbass.
"Yes, yes. I know you want to kill me because you are the only one that can because we are fated to fight. After all, I have One For All... just give me a minute, dear. Just long enough for Kacchan's arrow to arrive and hopefully prevent him from having an early trip… or not, to Pluto."
"I don't want to wait!" He screamed and felt the itch consume his skin and guts; he had to defeat Midoriya, to destroy him utterly! (save me, please, Save me… I'm so scared; I don't want to be bad!)
The plan had changed; Sensei didn't want his brother back; he wanted the thief dead! He didn't need the quirk holder to be alive to take the damn quirk; he just needed his DNA, that's it!
(He could always trick the boy into giving it to Tomura, then from Tomura to Him... it was a perfect plan.)
But a plan that was quickly foiled when Tomura... embarrassingly bonked on an invisible wall...
A legit invisible wall.
Again.
"The fuck?!"
"Just be patient; I'm waiting for an arrow," Midoriya said absentmindedly as he sent his location while standing over the dead body of Bakugou. (Such a shame, All for One though, he had such a powerful quirk. He would have to punish Tomura for that.)
"An... arrow?" Just as he had said it, a light arrow fell from the sky and pierced Bakugou's heart, to the great dismay of Eraserhead and Best Jeanist, whose screams of dismay pierced Ten- were music to his ears.
(Yes, suffer more, suffer more... realize the futility of fighting, and let Deku fall in deep despair, let him willingly give up One For All in a poor attempt at saving his So-called... huh?)
Shigaraki... could only watch in pure astonishment as Midoriya huffed and gave an eye roll.
"ugh... guys, he's fine; that was a reviving arrow." The out-of-character ninth user said dismissively as the number three Hero wailed ineffectively against the invisible wall... and LeMillion was rejected with extreme prejudice from where he had tried to sneak in.
"MIDORIYA! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" Aizawa screamed as he embarrassingly hobbled closer to his downed student, only to have Sun Eater stop him.
"I"LL TELL YOU LATER, SENSEI. JUST SIT AND WAIT. EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE." Izuku screamed back as if what he'd just done was completely normal.
Needless to say, Shigaraki was now experiencing the unpleasantness of a stunlock.
More Heroes gathered around to try to reach Bakugou... and Izuku ignored them all with a shake of his head. "Honestly, I can't believe those headless chickens are considered top heroes," he spoke to himself, turning to face Shigaraki.
He clapped his hands, making the demon-like man flinch at the brightness of his face. "Now... Tomura-kun... how are you?" Izuku asked with a kind smile that... honestly hurt to look at. "Oh, honey, You... Lost an eye."
Tomura sneered. "Huh, Bakubrat took it from me... so I took his life." he grinned ghoulishly, waiting to see how Midoriya would react.
The tween was known to fly into uncontrollable rages when his loved ones were threatened... Now, how would he react when they were downright killed?
Izuku turned his eyes towards the cooling corpse, made a noncommittal grunt, and returned his attention to Shigaraki. "So... he threw himself at you, mister one-hit kill... expecting what, to win?" The greenette (holy crap, how long was his hair, what type of upgrade he got? Fucking cheater, only Tomura was allowed upgrades, he was the main character, after all.) (yes, he was indeed a cheater, and only Shigaraki knew his Hax to have it his way!) asked, not at all disturbed by the sight of his... friend? Rival?
Whatever Bakubrat was to him.
Shigaraki shrugged. "Pretty much..." he gave a cruel grin as he projected his voice for all to hear. "I expected better of him, Eraserheads Star student, the one with the perfect, heroic quirk."
This statement caused Izuku to click his tongue and shake his head.
Whatever.
"Not me," Midoriya spoke up with a disapproving frown. "If you want my brutally honest opinion, Aizawa Shouta is a terrible teacher, and I've tried finding his status on the underground hero net and guess what? I found just a few blips about him, and yeah, he's an amazing fighter, but his strategies basically boil down to 'overpower your opponent and throw yourself at the thing until they stop moving." Izuku spat on the ground, never leaving the sight of his old teacher. "And as from what he taught us?" the greenette threw up his hands. "Well, as you have seen with Katsuki, it was to have a quirk so strong it would overpower the opponent." He scoffed. "He pitted us against one another, expecting us to figure out our quirks by beating the crap out of one another, and since he taught Bakugou and me over there as rivals and not abuser and victim, I'm the victim in this scenario, by the way, since, guess what? I was born quirkless, and Bakugo's a quirkist asshole! Also, no, my good teacher was this angry old fool who beat the crap out of me and called it training… again! Seriously, UA's a terrible school, an actual slaughterhouse, just as Srila-Prabhupada said modern schooling is!"
Tomura knew he should take a pot shot; he knew he should shut Izuku's mouth, but...
Holy crap, that was a lot to unpack.
"He's... not your... friend thing?" The demon-like man cautiously asked, since... there was something about Izuku that told him to tread with caution?"
"Him? My Friend-thing?" Izuku owlishly asked as he pointed at Bakugo's body; so many Pros trying to get him out and...
Wait a Fucking minute, did Edgeshot say that he would sacrifice his whole body to stitch Bakugo's heart together?!
Fuck, this shit was right out of Elden Ring. Didn't he know about how a donor needs to be of the same blood type and shit? How about germs and whatever was on their string?
This was so fucked up... Edgeshot was going to die and put his still throbbing thread in the dead blond's chest to hold his heart together...
(And Shigaraki thought he was a messed up bastard son of an abusive father... Once again, the Heroes proved him wrong.)
Apparently, Midoriya had heard what had been about to occur, and... cringed.
"Oh, Krishna Bhagavan." he groaned as he facepalmed. "This feels like a repeat of the sludge villain incident."
"The sludge villain-"
"It was like... I don't remember how long ago it was, but basically, there was this sludge villain that basically invaded all my body cavities looking for a skin suit. Almost died but got saved by All Might, but then the ass almost caused me to commit suicide because he left an obviously traumatized, quirkless teen on a roof after telling him to be realistic,... I think I was fourteen or thirteen. I don't remember. Anyway, the only reason why I didn't jump from the building Small Might left me it was because I heard the familiar explosion of my favourite frenemy and, being heroic at heart and with little to no regard for my continued survival, I went to check, it was Katsuki, he was also getting invaded by the sewer sludge villain but this time, plenty of 'Heroes.'" Izuku made some dramatic air quotes. "Were around moaning about how their quirk was not suitable to save Kacchan." Izuku huffed.
And tried as he might, Shigaraki could only watch the show, mesmerized at how... different Deku was.
What in the ever-loving fuck happened to him?
Nevertheless, he felt that the green-haired annoyance had thrown them a bone.
He opened his mouth to mock the Hero society, and Midoriya just steamed-rolled past the open mouth with his vent.
"I mean, sure, Mount Lady, I can understand. It was her first day on the Job, and, seriously, what in the name of Krishna's favourite cow did her quirk councillor think by letting her into the city heroic when it's clear she would be better suited for rescue missions in the mountains or coastal areas. Not in a cramped city." Midoriya ended as he buried his face in his hands.
Once again, it was a prime opportunity to strike... and, yet...
Midoriya just kept going with his rant, and All For One hoped that maybe, maybe. He could say the holder of his brother's quirk... and brother to join the dark side.
"No, the worst offender was Backdraft." The young greenette stated with a look of absolute murder in his green eyes. (like his brother. Oh, how he missed him so. Soon, he would be back to him!) "I mean honestly! Katsuki was panicking, and when he's panicking as his body orifices were invaded by a sewer sludge villain! So, of course, he will try to free himself with his explosive quirk. And yo, Kacchan, your quirk is absolutely useless! It can only blow things up and burn flesh, and it's poison to everyone but you, and it can't be used in rescue efforts save in a few scenarios. So for the love of Baby Krishna, stop calling me useless, you hypocrite, or so help me-" The inspected Greenette stopped and took a deep breath in. "Sorry, I still have to deal with lots of anger."
For his part, Tomura could just stare.
"But yeah, Backdraft had the only means to dilute the sludge villain, or at least to get Katsuki out of the sludge and back on firm ground where anyone could've run and grabbed Katsuki," Izuku explained. "But nooo. He wanted to play firefighter! It's not like he had a whole team of sidekicks to take care of the fires!" The Greennette raged. "And now... listen, I wasn't there for the fight. But I know you, Shigaraki Tomura, to be brutally honest. So tell me, did any adult hero fight against you at first? I can see Miruko-san, Best Jeanist, and Edgeshot... and Aizawa-sensei beside, and I supposed the 'big three." Izuku air quoted. "So who-"
But he was interrupted when Shigaraki, his thin patience having already reached its limit, launched the smaller boy away with a blast of his air cannon.
(he could have burst his heart like he'd done with the holder of Explosion, but Shigaraki was nothing but a master opportunist… if he hadn't managed to piss the boy further, he might still have a chance to.
He watched with satisfaction as the tiny shred of a joke flew through the air, his body spinning too fast for anything other than a veteran pilot or an astronaut to find their bearing...
He would crash, do a deadly pirouette and stamp his face to the ground.
Shigaraki knew One For All did not give super resilience to Deku.
'Ah! Two in one. First the little blond pomeranian, and the Holder of my brother's quirk...' And Shigaraki could not wait to scrape the broken body off the ground to rip the precious quirk from its cooling hands...
Or however that would work... but with Garaki and his Nomu's still being around, extracting quirks from the dead was now feasible; ah, wasn't technology a beautiful thing?
But... instead of ragdolling to the ground and ending up as a mound of flesh and broken bones, Deku stabilized... and proceeded to...
If his far-sight quirk was of any indication, Deku had pulled out a professional camera and was looking through those long-range lenses at the pro heroes still dicking around as they tried to save Bakugou...
Bakugo was explosive...
Bakugou, who had been treated as a villain in the Sports Festival.
Bakugou, whose quirk was close to his... who could easily kill...
They were ready to die for him...
Suddenly, the Rabbit started her assault since the shock of being yeeted had made the thief drop his barrier around All For One and Shigaraki, despite receiving a heavy blow to his now useless eyes. (Why wasn't it healing? Something was wrong, wrong, wrong!) was fueling all of his beautiful rages into murdering the playboy rabbit on steroids… and Shimura's quirk.
The kid was blinking, Copy was as flawed as the original, and while it was annoying to feel his quirk coming and going, it was still deadly.
All of his quirks were.
He was about to grab the remaining arm of… the surprisingly quirkless mutant (huh.) with one of his new limbs. (He looked like something out of Elden's ring, and Tomura had plenty of feelings about that.) The Decay was singing in his blood, beginning to make Miruko's biomass one with his.
Until the mouth... disappeared, and Miruko was pushed by a strong gust of wind away from the King of Decay.
The only reason Shigaraki had not been blown away was due to the ocean of fingers holding him down.
"WHAT? WHO THE FUCK DID THAT!" He roared as he tried to locate the source of this insult. Expecting this one teen from the other school to be the source of the powerful gust of wind.
But no... He could not locate another quirk or person close enough to blow him away. He had his nomus, the bunny hero that had landed wrong, essentially shattering her last leg and thus out of commission (Noo… not bunny lady!) and was unable to get up and, surprise, surprise, Deku had landed close to her, once again typing on his damn phone and...
Shigaraki stared at the two women still floating in the air with the wind playing in their hair. one with short hair teasing her jaw and another whose long pigtail tickled her ankles. Both seemed to be dressed as reporters and had the same geometrical hat with stringed pom-poms. And one-toothed shoes, like Ninjas.
And... as suddenly as they appeared, the two disappeared, leaving behind the horrible sound of the sound barrier breaking.
As much as he wanted to admit it, Nomura had to squeeze his eyes shut, and he reopened them to the sound of a shutter.
In front of him was Deku; his innocent grin was enough to put the new king of the world on edge. "I wanted a good picture of you, and you were making a funny face." The boy exploded from behind his camera.
It looked... rather old, and yet, Shigaraki could smell the money invested in it.
"So yeah... I was right; most Pros just stood around like a bunch of idiots while they let a bunch of high school students deal with an OP adult who had no qualms about killing them." Deku huffed. "I could say I'm disappointed, but no... no, I'm not. I mean, adults and the system failed us for our entire life; no reason why it would be better now."
Shigaraki stared at his fated enemy in pure, unadulterated shock. Then... he gave a frightening grin; then he dissolved into insane laughter, a burst of laughter so hard and gruesome that a few heroes fell to their knees.
...
Except for Izuku, who joined the laughter, not the insane part though, but he laughed as though he had heard a rather funny joke.
"Oh, what a day. What a joke. You, All Might's successor, AU's golden boy, the ninth holder of My brother... my enemy, having grown disabused of the hero society, what was once so dear to you!" Once again, Shigaraki burst into cruel laughter.
"Well... it is severely flawed; I mean, just look at Hawks and the entire Todoroki family. And this war! I mean, really, Aizawa made this more complicated than it needed to be, and now look, his star student is dead, all my classmates are fighting seasoned killers based on rules of cool and we are having a conversation in the middle of the battle field a la Krishna and Arjuna." Deku shook his head. "I'll be honest with you, Shigaraki-san; I feel so bad for you. You have to face a bunch of underpowered idiots for... for what?" The greenette raised his head with a tilt. "I wanted to be a hero, seen as someone worthy to be loved and praised after years of abuse and neglect. How about you? When you win this war and get the false love of all nations, what's your next step?"
Shigaraki grinned. "My next step? Hmm, I'm glad you know that my triumph is imminent."
The smaller boy nodded coaxingly. Almost... indulgently.
Like a gentle father listening to the childish prattling of a babe.
'Oh, he will pay for this insult.'
"My next step is to enjoy my spoils, to be God on earth."
"Alright... and then?" Deku asked with a tighter smile.
Shigaraki looked at him in deep surprise. "What do you mean, and then."
"I mean, what will you do once you've taken over everything and exploited everything? What will be the state of the earth? Will it be depleted? Will you be dead by then?" The child asked with twinkling eyes that held well-controlled anger.
Shigaraki tried to retort... but...
But Tomura fought... No, he would kill this dumb starter boss; he was nothing but a future pile of dust.
"You know... I don't think either of them knows what the hell they are doing." A woman spoke, and suddenly, Deku let out a screech as he began to spasm on the floor. As Shigaraki (all of them?) watched in mute horror.
It was at this point that All For One elected to leave this one to his Vessel's care; it was getting too crazy for him.
Of course, he still had the leash. Would his vessel somehow still desire his freedom, but right now, he would rather kill as many heroes and not think too hard about what was happening… or think about it away from the personified Chaos and let Tomura deal with everything.
When Tomura had once again 'full' control of his body, the first thing he thought was to dust Deku; consequence be damned, and then dust All For-
He could not do that... His Master would never approve.
But... he could still make Deku suffer...
(No, he didn't want that…)
He... He...
Suddenly, Deku let out a howl, tears streaming down his face as something burst from his shirt...
Something long and... awfully furry.
He stared at the blonde... fur snake, wishing for His Sensei to tell him what he was supposed to do.
He wanted to hate it... but...
It was small, cute, a bit dog-like and furry. His four greatest weaknesses Sensei had failed to rid him of.
He was doomed.
Even more so when the tube fox (he knew his Yōkai lore, thank you very much.) took the form of a deceptively cute girl in a white one-piece and perfectly white socks. She sported three fluffy tails and, you guessed it, a pair of fox ears.
In normal times, Tomura would gladly dust the bitch, no question asked. Especially now that he was practically the God of Decay...
(he didn't want to be that; he didn't want that... Save me! SAVE ME!)
he snarled, unwilling to let the bitch get any words edgewise. "Alright, so I was fucking wrong!" He began as he accusingly jabbed a finger at Midoriya. "I thought you were a berserker, the perfect foil, the perfect class to be my rival-"
Deku, his face now red with twin tear tracks running down his cheeks and his smile unable to fade. "Ah, let me stop you right there, buddy. I don't have friends, and I don't have enemies; I am a Vaishnava, and I'm here to save you."
At this declaration, Tomura began to laugh, slow at first, before turning into a full-out cruel cackle.
"Save me? SAVE ME?! You never did. NO HEROES HAVE EVEN TRIED TO SAVE ME WHEN DAD WAS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ME! NOBODY SAVED ME WHEN I SAT IN THIS FUCKING STREET FOR DAYS, STILL COVERED WITH THE BLOOD OF MY FAMILY." Tomura screamed as he unleashed his seas of dead flesh, aiming to decay all he could touch. "NOBODY. CAN. SAVE. MEEEEEEE!"
The ground turned into ashes, and the speed of the decay ate at everything like a hungry wave of hatred... until it reached those invisible walls Deku had re-erected.
It was fine since UA was not Tomura's aim anyway. It was the flying witch and Deku.
('NOOOOOOOOOO')
Deku, who kept floating in his stupid aesthetic gears, who never tried to attack him, who never tried to face his enemy.
'I'm here to save you.' He had said. 'I am here.'
Tomura's wrath and anguish reached an unprecedented height when he noticed a woman over the explosive blond, a doctor if her scrub was of any indication.
He was being saved...
All the pain, all the suffering...
Why?
Why?
Why?
WHY, WHY HIM AND NOT TENKO? WHY HIM AND NOT TENKO?
"Because you are a monster, Tomura. A demon born to destroy the world." Sensei's hypnotic voice whispered in Tomura's mind. "heroes only save those who are good, Tomura... you went past this point the moment you killed your little dog."
Pain and sorrow filled Tomura's chest as he felt the protective (damning) hands of his family squeeze and strangle him, their nails digging deep in his flesh until his ever-healing skin gave way, and his sharp nails tore through muscles and flesh in this familiar, soothing pain.
He deserved to be punished; he was not what Sensei wanted.
He was weak.
"Tenten!" He heard Midoriya scream over the corpses of his family. "TENTEN, STOP! YOUR HURTING YOURSELF!"
Tenten...
tenten...
"Him, monchan... I'm Ten Ten." Tenko greeted the cute doggy. "Will you be my friend?" he asked the fluffy little dog.
The dog barked and curled around the four-year-old, shivering in the cold, shoeless and dinnerless.
"Tenten..." he was brought back to the ever-painful present, a pair of blazing warm hands on his body... on his face. "Tenten, baby... I'm sorry I took so long." Deku spoke with tears streaming down his face in rivers. "But... I'm here now."
Tomura stared at his nemesis, the very human contact freezing him in place.
It was then that he realized...
he realized that Sensei had lied to him; someone was willing to save him...
Suddenly, he felt something invade his heart, and the Demon King screamed in pure pain. The tube fox slid into the newborn crack of his heart.
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Meanwhile, as Remilia's blood moon rose in the sky above the Toga vs Tsu & Ochako fight.
"Well, shit. Kero." Froppy demanded as she watched the sky darken and the fucking moon rise.
Did she mention it was supposed to be mid-day?
Ochako cursed and cursed again... nothing was going to plan; nothing was working.
How the fuck were they supposed to know that Himiko had some of Twice's blood?
It was bad... It was so bad.
'No, If Deku never gave up. Then neither will I.' The scrappy fighter thought as she clenched her fist, watching as Himiko looked at the blood-red sky like a child, a rainbow.
"It's red... it's so red..." She whispered. "Like blood."
her grin widened as she cackled, signing about the beautiful blood rain and how Twice must be showering her with rubies and rose petals.
The two young girls shuddered from the awful coppery smell and, for Tsuyu, the colder weather.
'Seriously, what was our brain-dead teach thinking? It's the middle of fucking winter, and Tsu-chan can't handle the cold at all, and her suits like way not suited for that. And how am I supposed to slap that bitch if those needles can stab at me from afar!" Despite looking confident and supper Kirby mad, as her brother would call her, Ochako doubted she could win this.
Not with Tsu on the cups of hibernation and the sun being covered by clouds of fucking blood!
If this fell... there was no knowing about what Toga could do...
Suddenly a full moon appeared in the sky in front of the clouds.
"That's it... I'm losing my fucking mind." Ochako whispered as she felt whatever hope she had for winning dissipate like sublimated ice in space.
Suddenly, the three girls heard a chuckle, and they felt a presence behind them.
It was old. Older than the All For One. It held a power so heavy, Ochako had to hold Tsu up.
She turned around. (it was a mistake on her part since Himiko was still there, her knives always ready to come to play.) and stared in shock.
In front of them was once an empty field with some ruined buildings scattered here and there once laid a humongous manor now stood.
Its bricks were as red as blood; a clock tower stood under a proud and sharp belfry, it was a massive building with a great many rooms, and all around it was an extensive garden like nobody could make anymore. Backlit with the illogical moon.
Ochako and Tsuyu held on to each other, the whole nation had this creepy, haunted vibe, and none of the girls did well with the horror genre, unlike Momo.
Suddenly, Toga screeched, and the two girls were reminded of her presence.
"O. ! This is TOTALLY my Future home." The crazy girl spoke. "Yes, When I'll become both of you and my Izuku, we're all going to live here with Twiccy and Shiggy and paint the walls red with the owner's blood!" She cackled as she ran to the gate... running right into Ochako.
Uravity was quick to Brace for anything Toga could send them, Tsuyu was too sluggish to do anything right now; their only saving grace was how the crazy bitch had ADHD and thus easily distracted.
Thank God, neither Ochako nor Tsuyu wanted to know what would happen once she ingested some of Twice's blood.
But... The moment Toga ran past Ochako, she shoulder-checked her and...
Pain bloomed in her side.
"Ura-chan... She got you, Kero." Tsu informed the brunette, "It's... it's bad."
And indeed, Opchako gingerly touched the gaping wound at her side, feeling the bloodied air escaping her lung.
'I'm gonna die.' She thought with cold dread, her breathing coming in small gasps...
Blood flowed from her side, under her breast; it was gushing out like a river.
She felt dizzy... too hot, too cold. She had to fight; she had to...
Aizawa-sensei and Deku believed in her.
"Choko, drop me, Kero."
"But-"
"Listen, I can't fight like this, Kero. It's winter, and there's no sun." Tsuyu told her friend. "I know you're wounded, but..."
"We can do this together, Tsu. Toga's still trying to find a way in; you could always rope her, and I'll introduce her to my five little friends."
"Why not you boyfriends? Kero."
"She doesn't deserve any."
Yes, Ochako was feeling very savage today.
Tsu turned to Toga, who had located the gate's lock... only to have it open...
The next thing she knew, she was being kicked back... and the kicker revealed themselves.
She was a woman with hair redder than Kirishima, she was dressed in a green Chinese coat and split skirt, a white shirt, and puffy pants laid under the decorated outfit; she wore tai chi shoes and a green, star-adorned beret sat on her long hair. In her hand, she held a watering can.
She looked... pissed.
"Please, stop messing with my gate's lock." She asked. "Oh, esteemed guest, I was on my way; you just needed to be pa-"
"Oh wow, your hair is as red as blood." Toga interrupted her as she crept closer to the gate guard. "It's so pretty... you're pretty, but." She lunged at the Chinese woman, who stood stock still as Himiko plunged her knife into her gut. "Tee-hee… now, you're even prettier~"
The redhead's eyes widened as she looked down at the blade...
"Oh... oh no, I just finished mending it last night." She lamented as Toga cackled as she aimed for her troth...
Only for the Chinese gardener to catch her wrist, twist the knife out of her hand, rip away Toga's support item, strike her in the solar plexus and drop her to the now bloodied ground... that was quickly washed away before she could even get a drop of blood in her mouth.
Apparently, the gardener was not a force to trifle with... and despite the wound in her gut, just kept washing away all the blood Toga had stockpiled in her canister with her watering can; the blond had yet to move, the two heroes in training were still on high alert.
"Good job, Mohini." A voice spoke behind the two girls, who whirled around to face the potential threat.
It was...
"What in the ever-loving fuck!?"
A french maid... an honest to God french maid in a deep, dark-blue dress that extended a bit under her knees, knee-high socks, a perfectly white apron with all the frills one would expect from such a uniform. On her arms, under her perfectly puffy white sleeves, were yellowish marks... V... no U shaped with a leaf-like splotch at the bottom, the same mark was peeking through her collar, obscured by a delicate wooden necklace wrapped three times around her neck, a black face (oh great, a racist.) on her forehead, slightly obscured by her snow white bang and headdress was the same symbol.
"It was a rather quick takedown, Mohini." The maid praised her, her red eyes (not unlike Eri.) crinkling with a smile. "But... you let your guard down; she still stabbed you."
The now-named Mohini let out a heavy, put-upon sigh. "I know, I know Ekadasi... I always underestimate humans; you know that." She said as she flipped the disturbingly limp Toga onto her shoulder as if the crazy girl waited for nothing but a handful of craisins. "beside... I made a vow not to attack as long as I'm not attacked."
"And you guard us all like that." Ekadasi tilted her head as she put her glove-covered hands-on Tsu and Ochako, her fingers pressing their shoulders... as one would a friend.
Mohini rolled her eyes. "No, obviously not. Now, didn't the mistress say she wanted these three as guests for dinner?"
Ochako, the uncomfortable chills of fear shake her body, her primal instinct telling her to run the fuck away!
Like, forget facing All For One; the whole manor was spookier than him.
"Yes! Mistress Renuka is so eager to have Damo-nii's friends over." The elegant maid spoke with childlike enthusiasm.
'Wait... Damo-nii... why does that make me think of Deku-nii?' Ochako wondered as the maid wrangled them to the entrance.
"Oh, Ura-nee." The maid said with such familiarity that Ochako began to review all the people she had lost contact with to see if she could figure out who Ekadasi was. "I fixed the stab wound, so you don't have to worry about that." She said as she wrangled the two girls toward the front door.
Beside them, The redhead Chinese girl was lugging Toga on her shoulder, unbothered by the blood... that had stopped flowing from her wound.
"Don't worry about Mohini; she's a Yōkai, something as small as a pierced stomach won't kill her."
"A Yōkai..." Ochako parrotted.
"Yep! Actually, all quirk users are descendants of Yōkai and other supernatural creatures; others got affected by mana leaks, turning them less than human... not that either of you is less than humans... well... you're another type of human who gets affected more by the modes of Material nature, acting more on the animal platform then-"
"You suck at making us like you, kero." The frog-like girl bluntly informed their host.
Ekadasi remained quiet for some time before she chuckled. "Indeed, but what makes us human, I wonder? For even animals can do acts of altruism, and all have a way of speaking, some even more advanced than that of humans."
"Like Ants and whales."
"Indeed." Ekadasi hummed as she guided her two hostages toward the entrance of the opulent mansion, the dial on the massive clock glowing like the moon.
Suddenly, the doors flew open, and in the middle stood a ten-year-old girl with sky blue hair under a faded red mob cap and wearing a dress of the same colour; her red eyes glowed in the reddish darkness, and yet, her wings, bat wings gave a clue about what her quirk could be.
Ah, Deku wasn't the only one who knew quirk analysis.
Her grin widened, and she turned into a swarm of bats, reforming just in front of the group.
Once she was back in one piece, her wide, sharp grin told Ochako that she was dealing with yet another Vampire.
"Oh, you are both as adorable as our Damodara told us." She cooed as she went around the two girls, pinching the fabric of their skin tight (stinky and bloody uncomfortable.) Hero suit with her crimson claws. "But... you definitely need something better to wear... oh, where are my manners?" she released the snappy piece of fabric with a sneer, hating the sound it produced. She returned to the front of the group, extending a courtesy. "My name is Renuka Scarlet, Mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion."
"Pretty..." Toga grinned, still woozy from her disrupted Chi.
"The one behind you is Izayo Ekadasi; she's the new head maid." Renuka waved at the palatinate woman, her red eyes shining mischievously while she kept mum.
Something was going on, and the two Heroes in training glanced at one another as they were led into the Scarlet Devil Mansion. The door closing behind them sounded like the most ominous of omens.
But... not for the two girls now walking its ancient halls.
~0~
The fight between the Villains (all mutants) and the Heroes (trigger happy Government officials with deadly anti-riot weapons.) stood on a cusp of a blood bath.
Oh, and the now purely animalistic spinner, his higher intelligence now eaten by the numerous quirks All For One had cursed him with.
It was disgusting.
"Look at them, Bahula," Uma spoke as she gestured at the ants fighting below her. " Children fighting a group of righteously angry humans that just so happen to look like youkai, backed by hated-filled demons that just so happen to look like a human, and thus better." She shook her head. "Damodara was right; my land is of peace in name only."
"We need to do something... I can't- I can't tolerate this." Bahula sobbed, barely holding herself back from jumping into the fray to protect those who had suffered so much only from how they looked.
'When quirks first emerged, they were not treated with fear and racism... it was seen as a curiosity, as something weird, as something to be embraced... this first war... someone fanned the forbidden embers, and this person is still doing so." the Ancient prince of japan taught with a deepening frown. "Then don't; while we know this is the effect of Karma, I, the one God had appointed to be the regent of this place, can't tolerate the mess those children have made."
"And I thought you would be detached from your imperial duty, Uma. And this land." Bahula spoke with an uneasy smile, for she was speaking for herself also.
"I thought so, too." the soon-to-be emperor of Japan grumbled. "But just as Bharata-maharaja fell in affection for a baby deer, losing his intelligence and being forced to take birth in this wretched world once again, I am too attached to my land of birth.. once again desiring to take care of it rightly." She clenched her hand on her divine sword, pushing away the sound of the riots happening under them.
"Uma, if you want my opinion, this is a state of crisis; the previous emperor has let this rot of egoism and hatred fester over the false promise of power and conquest... you already know of the ultimate goal of life, Uma; I'm sure Krishna will drag you out of your kingly position sooner than later. You are simply doing the needful in his steed, oh mighty one."
The Ancient emperor of Japan nodded. "Yes, this is but a stumble in the grand scheme of things, now come, Bahula, let us destroy the rot that has produced Dabi and Shotou." Uma declared as she flared her cape out majestically before letting herself fall from the skyscraper.
They were about to kill...
no one was truly innocent in this group, but no one deserved death.
Yet.
But as she Plummeted, Uma could hear from the... acceptable side the desire to kill those who were different, those who didn't fit with Japan's overly sterilized culture.
All had to be perfect; all had to be the same.
All had to be pleasing and human... and all quirks had to be powerful and pretty.
All had to be perfect for the world's conquest.
'And this is what caused the Dabi Karma to happen... How disgusting." Uma thought with a sneer, righting herself at the last moment, stopping her fall.
Beside her, Bahula plummeted down like a comet from the sky, striking the ground between the two parties, summoning a thousand swords, letting them form a barrier between the two aggressors while Uma summoned her magical armillary sphere, separating the two factions even further.
'Alright, Krishna. This is for you.' "ENOUGH!" she boomed with all the authority the Supreme Personality of Godhead bestowed upon her.
Predictably, as her voice echoed, all fighting stopped. (saved for a pair of men, one heavier than the other, running down the hospital halls.)
"What is the meaning of this fighting? Can't you see that those 'aggressors' are only following the order of a madman out of a desire for protection and respect? I have heard what you told them about how their actions would destroy over thirty years of progress for mutant rights… but what is this progress we are talking about? and the great Jeda purge? Has anyone apologized and accepted their errors, bowing their heads humbly over this gross loss of human life- and yes, I do mean human life, you human skin-wearing Demon? Those with interesting traits are humans; they have human desires. Otherwise, I would not be able to hear them." She monologued.
She didn't need to hear their hate-filled drivel after their clear desires for purity of the blood and the culling of those they considered less than humans, soulless, even.
'Thanks, Christianity.' Uma sassed in her mind, sickened by those.
oh, how did she long to be back in her Senkai, where all were humble as a blade of grass, and all served Krishna and his Devoted servants with love, something having feuds, but always humbly apologize later.
But no, her duty prevented her from serving the best of Jiva in this lowly world of matter.
"As I said, my name is Uma Devi Dasi, but you all know me as prince Toyosatomimi Shotoku, and I am indeed who I claim to be!" She declared boldly. "I am the Devata who protects Japan, Dharma and the right of all souls worthy of protection to indeed receive it… and those who are in the hospital and those whose body has been scorned by others are indeed worthy of my grace, as long as they do not go against Dharma, indeed, I will protect you." She assured the mutant crowd. She let her eyes rest on the true aggressors, enemies of the imperial thrones serving under the mercantile thieves who took it by bribe and trickery.
"Now, to those who desire to keep the status quo, to those atheists desiring to consume everything and exploit everyone, to those demons unable to tolerate what they consider ugly and inhuman… beware!" Uma declared with a flourish of her cape, taking her old form as a man, as the son of emperor Yomei and flashing her divine effulgence like a victory flag; Prince Shotoku boomed with all the flare and charisma that came with her crown and position.
"I am here to reclaim my throne and to get rid of you!"
"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" One of the demons in human flesh screamed as they levelled their weapons, shooting them with lead bullets and their own brand of Meta-magic.
Of course, being over a thousand and a resident of Gensokyo, all of those upcoming projectiles were of no match for the millennia-old Sennin, who dispatched all of the bullets and began to decimate the opposite force belonging to the demoniac 'government.' safe with the knowledge that Bahula, her long time wife, had already taken care of all the underaged soldiers and whoever had taken shelter in the hospital, being a Hospitalierre nun.
"Yes, all innocent are safe, and all the demons are in one place… let's do this, For Guru-deva!"