A/N: Hey everyone, welcome back to The Crow's Atonement, because Chapter 7 is here.
Disclaimer: Like everybody else on fanfiction, I own nothing.
"Standard" - Normal Speaking
'Italics' - Thoughts
"Bold" - Super Moves
"Are you alright, young lady?"
Momo's eyes opened to find an elderly lady stood over her, walking stick in one hand. Her head was tilted to one side and lips were puckered, as if the old woman was almost to give her a kiss.
Her stomach rumbled, loud, but she couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed.
"I'm famished; side effect of overusing my quirk. All I need is a meal, something heavy and filling like a full English breakfast, and a rest and I'll be good to go," Momo replied, eyelids heavy as she yawned, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but do you have a cafeteria nearby."
Recovery Girl nodded, turning around and gesturing to somebody.
Momo watched as voluptuous woman dressed like a dominatrix sauntered over. She was an inch taller than herself, standing at 5'9ft, with sky blue eyes that looked over her with concern, long and spiky dark purple hair that fell down to her back, and there were three parted bangs falling over her face, and a beauty mark below her left eye.
"Oh, you're the R-Rated Hero: Midnight." Momo said, causing the woman to smile and wink at her and slip a hand under her back.
"Can you sit up, dear?"
The raven-haired teen nodded, wincing as her stomach protested against any form of movement, but managed to sit up with the older woman's aid. Momo let out a small yelp as another hand was hooked under her knees and the pro hero effortlessly picked her up, bridal-style.
'This is so undignified.'
"Normally, such submissiveness would turn me on, but-"
"Kayama-san," Recovery Girl snapped, mortification rushing through Momo as she spoke, "take the young woman to the cafeteria and ensure Lunch Rush gets her something filling to eat. Young lady, is there anybody you'd like for me to get for you?"
Momo nodded, trying her hardest to ignore the face full of bosom she was being subjected to, "My brother, Yaoyorozu Itachi, please. He's one of the examinees with a recommendation."
As Itachi stood outside the gates of U.A. High School, gazing up at the massive buildings as he waited for his sister to return from the standard Entrance Exam, he thought over some of the interesting individuals he'd met during the Recommendation Exams - something he felt he'd given a satisfactory performance in.
The first was Todoroki Shoto. A young man with dual-coloured hair; left half was red and the right half was white, and it seemed like the right corresponded with control over ice, and having come to the conclusion that Endeavor was his father, Itachi assumed he could control fire with his left side. He constantly had a cold and aloof air about him, much like Itachi did, and he seemed to be even less talkative than members of the Uchiha Clan and more emotionally constipated than members of the Hyūga Clan.
The second was Tokage Setsuna. A young woman with dark green hair, even darker than that of Medusa's, and she always seemed to be grinning, much like Sir Nighteye's sidekick did. She could split her body into many pieces and control each and every piece. She had a very relaxed attitude towards everything and even tried jokingly flirting with him at one point.
The last was Yoarashi Inasa. He was a young man whose birthday was a mere three days after his own and Momo's; he was excitable and passionate about everything, so much so that he reminded Itachi of Maito Gai, and he lacked an indoor voice. Like Shoto, he had an elemental-based emitter quirk, one that allowed him manipulate dozens upon dozens of wind currents at once.
Inasa had approached everyone to make friends with them. Endeavor's son had coldly dismissed him and Setsuna thought his extremely positive attitude was off-putting, but Itachi calmly accepted his offer of friendship and after being subjected to him screaming about how wonderful if was to make friends, exchanged numbers with him.
Besides Shisui, and to a certain extent, Kisame, he'd never made many friends in his past life, so he'd make up for that mistake by making as many as he could now.
He already had Itsuka, Mashirao and Mirio, but there was nothing wrong with more.
And Momo, who had many more friends than he did, would be delighted that he was making the effort to socialize with more people.
An echoing, masculine voice calling out of his name and lightly approaching footsteps brought him out of his preoccupation.
"Excuse me, young man, are you the boy recommended by Sir Nighteye, Yaoyorozu Itachi?"
The person asking had most of his body hidden behind a massive, beige cloak and the mask worn made it seem like he had a large grin. And from what Itachi could see, this newcomer had prosthetic legs sticking out of the bottom of their cloak.
"I am." He replied, nodding, "Who's asking?"
"Ectoplasm. You need to come with me, Yaoyorozu-san. Your sister has requested for your presence and was briefly admitted to our medical wing."
Itachi felt a spike of worry in his chest at the mention that Momo had been admitted to medical and followed the costumed man into the school grounds.
'Why was Mo-chan admitted to medical? Did she get injured during the entrance exam or has she overused her quirk?' He thought, doubting that it was the latter. Momo knew her limits.
After being given a special identification card, since he wasn't a member of the prestigious school, he was led through the grounds and into the massive cafeteria which had enough space to feed a small army and then some.
Momo was sat by one of the benches closest to the entrance, eating without a care in the world. A full English breakfast sat on the plate in-front of her and watching her in amazement was a purple haired woman dressed in an incredibly skin-tight outfit.
Ectoplasm remained by the cafeteria's entrance as Itachi walked over.
"Mo-chan," he called, taking the seat opposite his sister and noting how she looked thinner than she usually did, but with her muscle tone, it just made her look more like a top gymnast than somebody who was truly starving, "I heard you were admitted to medical. Are you alright?"
Momo dabbed at her mouth with napkin and nodded, "I am, Ita-kun. I just pushed my quirk to its limits during the practical exam. I'll be fine once I finish this meal and have a nap at home."
Itachi eyed the full English breakfast that sat in-front of her. It appeared that someone had prepared enough food to feed two people, but for his sister, that was a nonissue. Eating large meals, especially after martial arts or training with her quirk, was commonplace.
"So, this is your brother, huh? Quite the looker. Oh yeah, the ladies will be falling head over heels for you when your older." The woman mused, smirking as the twins turned to glare at her.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Itachi inquired, ignoring the fact that this woman who was probably twice his age had pretty much just called him handsome.
"Midnight, and if you both get into U.A., I'll be your art teacher," she said, then looked at Momo's meal, "So you're going to eat that and then have a nap? No exercise or anything like that? Won't-"
"If you're worried about me gaining weight and developing diabetes or heart disease, please don't. My quirk needs the fat stores and I keep fit through exercise." Momo replied dismissively.
Midnight glanced down at his sister's backside; then looked back up at her breasts and chuckled as she nodded in approval, "Fat stores, huh? More like 'attract all the boys and the not so straight girls' stores."
"If you don't mind, can you leave us be so she can eat in peace?" Itachi deadpanned, furrowing his brows as he disapproved of the woman's teasing, light-hearted and perverse as it may be, and from the look on Momo's face, she didn't appreciate the vulgar comments.
Plus, any boy - or girl - interested in his sister would have to get past him and his Sharingan first!
The older woman smiled, winking at Itachi as she got up from her seat and walked over to Ectoplasm who nodded at her, but otherwise said nothing and watched them.
With her out of the picture, Momo swallowed another mouthful of chopped onion, fried egg and toast with marmalade lathered on-top, while Itachi let out a breath as he allowed himself to relax.
"So, Mo-chan, how did your entrance exam go?" Itachi inquired, prompting her to dab at her mouth.
"We first had a written test and I'm sure I passed it," Momo started, "then we had a practical exam that required us to gain points by destroying various robots known as one, two and three-pointers. I hacked into one and used it to destroy many of the other robots. Near the end, I created a 105mm Howitzer and launched an EMP bomb, based on a theoretical concept, to knock out any other robots."
Itachi furrowed his brows, "And the creation of the artillery piece was the cause for your admission to medical? You've never created anything that big before."
Momo nodded.
"You had me worried, Mo-chan. I thought you'd been injured." Itachi said softly, raising a hand and poking her on the forehead.
Momo smiled, playfully swiping away his hand and reached across the table to take his other hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Nothing of the sort. Now then, how did your recommendation entrance exam go?"
"We had a written test, a practical test and an interview. I completed the written test with time to spare, came third overall in the practical test, surprising even myself considering the sort of quirks that several of the other examinees had. And as for the interview, I suppose we'll have to wait and see whether the one I gave was satisfactory or not." Itachi replied, gently squeezing her hand and then letting it go so she could continue eating.
His sister hummed after swallowing another mouthful; then paused and looked at the empty space in-front of him.
"Oh, my apologies, I didn't ask if you wanted anything to eat," Momo said bashfully as she pointed down the cafeteria, "If you're hungry, approach that man over there, Lunch Rush, and he'll get you something to eat."
"The thought is appreciated, but I'm not hungry." The Sharingan quirk user replied.
Momo nodded and continued to eat.
Itachi looked around, noticing how Midnight and Ectoplasm were still stood by the cafeteria entrance, but they'd stopped watching them and were conversing amongst themselves.
'They're probably still there to ensure that we don't go wandering off once Mo-chan is finished.' He thought, turning back.
Itachi noticed the thoughtful expression on his sister's face.
"Is something on your mind, Mo-chan?" He inquired.
"Just wondering," she started, setting down the Western eating utensils and dabbing at her mouth, "did you make any friends at your entrance exam? There was this boy I spoke to before our practical exam; he looked remarkably like Turbo Hero: Ingenium, but he didn't seemed interested in talking unless it had to do with the practical exam."
Itachi nodded, "I actually did."
"Oh?" Momo cocked her head to one side.
"Yoarashi Inasa," he said, "I don't think I've met anybody so... loud and passionate about everything. You'd think his heart was pumping nothing but caffeine and adrenaline, but once you get past the sheer exuberance and extreme passion for life, Yoarashi-kun seems like a nice person."
Momo clapped her hands together, her face brightening with delight and only then did Itachi suddenly realize her stunning resemblance to his first mother, Uchiha Mikoto, "That's great news, Ita-kun!"
Itachi simply nodded in response and waited for her to finish eating.
She continued to eat, swallowing down a few more mouthfuls, and then scowled as she set her eating utensils down.
"I should also mention, before our practical exam started, some boy tried to grope me earlier." Momo stated.
'A boy tried to what?'
A carefully trimmed eyebrow rose as Itachi's gaze hardened at thought of some creep trying to sexually harass his sister, "Go on."
"Ojiro-kun alerted me to his attempt," Momo said, and Itachi made a mental note to thank his friend, "he was a short boy with purple balls where his hair should be. Ojiro-kun threatened to break his arm and I more or less threatened to beat him black and blue."
"If I see him, I'll make sure he feeds from a straw for a year," Itachi mused, a surge of protectiveness running through him, "then I'll tell Itsuka-san and she'll make sure he feeds from said straw for another year."
Momo giggled, showing her brother the knuckleduster she'd procured earlier, "Now now, Ita-kun, there's no need for that. I can handle him if he tries anything again."
(Yaoyorozu Manor - March 5, 2268)
The week following the U.A. Entrance Exams were dreadfully uneventful. When leaving the school, the twins had been told that it'd take up to a week for the results to be sorted through and for the hero school to get in contact with them. With nothing to do, Itachi and Momo simply texted or called their friends, read non-fiction books, went shopping for clothes online or sparred with each other.
That was until the fifth day of March came around.
After finishing a light breakfast consisting of steamed rice, miso coup and grilled fish, Itachi excused himself from the table and was about to collect the dishes and wash up, when their father burst into the kitchen with a massive grin on his face as he held up a sealed letter in his right hand.
"Father?" Itachi inquired, eyeing the latter.
Hanzo let out a laugh as he held out the letter for the elder twin to take, "It's a letter from U.A. Go on, open it."
Glancing back at his sister, Itachi watched as she set down her half-eaten bowl of rice, got out of her seat and walked around the table to stand by him as he grabbed the nearest knife and cut a clean line along the top of the letter; then pulled out a small circular disc and inspected it.
The trio stared blankly at it.
"Eh, is that it?" Hanzo inquired, disappointment etched all over his face.
"Probably not. It looks like one of those holographic projectors developed by the United States Department of Heroics." Momo mused, nearly backpedalling as the device leapt from Itachi's hand like a mechanical jumping spider, even dodging as he tried to catch it, and hit the table. They watched as a projection of All Might appeared above it, grinning at them as he was neatly dressed in a yellow pinstripe suit.
"I am here... as a projection!" All Might's voice boomed by the speaker's in the device.
"Holy shit..." Hanzo muttered breathlessly.
Momo clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Father, language."
"Ah, sorry dear."
All Might laughed boisterously, as if watching a father get told him by his daughter amused him, "Perhaps you're wondering why I'm contacting you? That's because you're looking at U.A's newest faculty member. That's correct! I'll be there... as a teacher!"
"Japan's No. 1 Hero is going to be teaching at U.A?" Momo spoke up, sounding slightly incredulous, "Does he even have any teaching experience?"
"Of course I do, hahaha! Now then, let's start with Young Yaoyorozu... er, Yaoyorozu Momo!" All Might declared, prompting the Creation quirk user to perk up at the mention of her name.
Hanzo looked like Christmas had come early.
"Yaoyorozu Momo, you passed the written test with flying colours, acing it with a perfect score, and you came first in the practical exam! You even gained a considerable amount of points on the secret part of our test: Rescue Points!" All Might declared.
"Rescue Points?" Momo repeated.
The projection of All Might nodded, "That's right, young lady! Besides taking down villains, what else do heroes do best? They rescue people! Where villain points are determined by the amount of villain bots destroyed, rescue points are determined by judges who watch how you help and protect other students. And I must say, the EMP and taking control of one of the two-pointers was rather ingenious."
The projection changed to show a scoreboard with the name of examinees and villain points and rescue points next to their names. Momo was in first with 84 villain points and 32 rescue points and in second and third were, respectively, somebody named Bakugo Katsuki with 77 villain points and Kirishima Eijiro with 39 villain points and 35 rescue points.
"116 points... compared to the kids behind you with 77 and 74 points. Holy shit, that's my girl." Hanzo said proudly.
"Father, language." Itachi deadpanned.
"Ah, sorry son."
The projection flickered back to All Might who laughed and grinned, "I glad to announce that you passed the U.A. Entrance Exam! Welcome to U.A. High School, Yaoyorozu Momo!"
The device beeped and the projection vanished, leaving the room quiet.
Itachi smiled and walked over to Momo who looked star-struck by what she'd just heard, "Congratulation, Mo-chan."
Hanzo chuckled and crossed his arms, "Well done, Momo, but didn't you both-"
He was cut off the the projection flashed into existence again and All Might appeared once more, "I am here... once more... as a projection!"
Itachi felt his lips twitch upwards.
No wonder Sir Nighteye liked the man so much and had dozens of posters of him stuck up throughout his agency in Tokyo. All Might wasn't physically in the room with them, but his positive energy and attitude was absolutely infectious.
No wonder he was so popular nationwide and worldwide.
All Might was ranked No. 1 in Japan and when it came to worldwide popularity polls, was also ranked No. 1. The sheer amount of worship the man apparently got from the Americans likely he something to do with it.
"Now then, Young Yaoyorozu... er, Yaoyorozu Itachi!" All Might's voice boomed, the man seemingly unfazed despite having made the same mistake twice, "you aced your written test and breezed past your interview. In the collective practical tests; however, you came third overall. I'm glad to announce that you passed the U.A. Recommendation Entrance Exam, Yaoyorozu Itachi! On a side note, you and your sister will be starting in the second week of April!"
The projected flickered and then disappeared.
"Yeah, both of my awesome kids are going into U.A! Who's the proudest dad? Who's the proudest dad?" Hanzo cheered, jumping and punching the air in his excitement.
Itachi allowed a soft smile to grace his face as he shook his head at his father's antics.
Momo blushed at his hollering and cheering, but was smiling nonetheless, "Father, please, calm yourself."
He continued cheering, even as Itachi's and Momo's phones buzzed with notifications.
Taking out their phones, Itachi saw that Mashirao's text was telling him that he got a similar letter and been accepted into U.A., while Momo saw that Itsuka's text was telling her that she got a similar letter and had also been accepted into U.A.
They both texted back, informing their friends that they'd also been accepted into U.A.
Itachi had barely finished texting Mashirao, thanking him for stopping some creep from groping her, when his phone started buzzing repeatedly; Sir Nighteye was calling him.
He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear, walking off to one corner of the room as Hanzo captured Momo in a massively affectionate hug, "Nighteye-sensei, how is everything down in Tokyo?"
"We're all managing to keep the crime rate to a minimum, so that's good," Sir Nighteye replied, "and both Bubble Girl and Medusa miss you dearly. I trust that you've been keeping yourself healthy?"
"Yes, Nighteye-sensei."
"Good. How did your Recommendation Entrance Exam go. I presume you passed?" Sir Nighteye inquired, his voice adopted a certain tone that Itachi interpreted as 'I dare you to tell me that you failed'.
"Of course I did." Itachi answered.
"Good."
"Nighteye-sensei?"
"Yes?"
"Did you know that All Might will be teaching at U.A. this year?" He inquired.
"Did I... I'm sorry, did you saying that All Might would be at teacher at U.A?" Sir Nighteye replied.
"Yes, Nighteye-sensei."
"I see," Sir Nighteye said, sounding like he was in thought, "knowing him, he'll probably be your heroics teacher and I'm sure you'll learn at lot under him, even if teaching isn't his speciality."
"Understood. Anyway, Nighteye-sensei, pass on my greetings to the others. I'll see you soon." Itachi stated.
"I will. See you, Yaoyorozu-san." The older man replied and a second later, the phone beeped as Itachi hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.
He took a deep breath and then walked over to Momo and embraced her, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Ita-kun?"
The Sharingan quirk user released her and took a step back, "We've been accepted into the school that'll allow us to recognize our dreams. Let's not waste this opportunity, Mo-chan. We'll only have one shot at this. One shot to become pro heroes and make a difference to society."
Momo nodded, smiling, "As Eminem said: 'You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime."
Itachi furrowed his brows, "Mo-chan, since when did you listen to hip hop?"
His twin sister just looked away, a coy smile on her face.
(Yaoyorozu Manor - March 19, 2268)
"Ita-kun, look at these letters."
"Hm?" Itachi set aside his finished lunch as Momo walked into the dining room, holding two letters which had 'U.A. High School' stamped to the front of them. She let one of the letters one the table and took care with opening the other one.
She took out the paper that was inside it, unfolded it and read it.
"Yaoyorozu Itachi, Yaoyorozu Momo, this is Principal Nezu, I offer my personal congratulations on passing your respective entrance exams and being accepted into U.A. I'm writing to inform the two of you that you will both be in Class 1-A. If you're reading this, then it means I'm dead. Ha, just kidding! That aside, I look forward to seeing you learn when your term starts. See you both in April." Momo read; then slipped the paper back into the torn letter.
"Looks like we'll be in the same class." Itachi mused, getting out of his seat and taking the second letter.
He opened up the letter, withdrew the paper held inside and unfolded it.
"Yaoyorozu Itachi, Yaoyorozu Momo. In U.A, you'll be taking part in a wide variety of exercise and tasks similar to those executed by pro heroes. We're going to need you to design your own hero costume and mail your designs back. As long as your designs adhere to the Hero Costume Skin Exposure Limitation Act, we'll forward your requests to designer companies and they'll be ready by the time you attend U.A." Itachi read; then set the paper on the table.
"We'll be designing our own hero costumes?" Momo inquired, already deep in thought.
Itachi nodded, "Seems so. Either way, let's not waste any time and get started today. I assume you already have an idea in mind?"
"Of course," Momo replied, "as do you?"
"Yes."
Retreating to their rooms, it took them the rest of the day to sketch and colour their designs. Piles of used paper sat crumpled in one corner of their rooms, dismissed ideas drawn on over them. Having completed their final designs after having dinner, followed by an ice cream dessert, the twins met back up in the cleared out dining room to present their costume designs to each other.
"Finished with your design, Mo-chan?" Itachi inquired.
Momo nodded, "All done. And you?"
"Of course." Itachi said; then they set the pieces of paper they held onto the table so they could see what the other had drawn.
Momo's design appeared to be a high-collared, short-sleeved leotard - the sleeves dipped inwards near the elbow - with silver lines at her waist and circling around her shoulders. The leotard had breast cover which could be unzipped to give Momo additional space to use Creation, but it was open otherwise from underneath her breasts to below where he bellybutton would be.
The design also sported knee-length crimson boots with heels which, like the short sleeves, dip inwards at the centre. There were also two golden utility belts situated around the waist and he could see that something would be wrapped around his sister's left forearm.
Itachi nodded as he scanned over her design. He could see where Momo was going; practical, but also left enough open areas for her to use her quirk. He assumed the inclusion of the undoable breast cover was because she wouldn't feel entirely comfortable walking around with her chest on display for the world and his wife to see.
"Mo-chan. What's that thing that'll go around your left forearm?" He asked, prompting him to look up from his design.
"Oh, that's going to be a forearm-mounted electronic display screen which'll allow me skim through the internet for constructs after inputting their atomic makeup or the materials it's made out of. I was going to have a dictionary clipped to the belts, but it'd be unwieldly and might fall off during an intense fight."
"That makes sense," Itachi mused, "and what is your electronic display is broken?"
Momo hummed, "Like you, I've got a good memory. The electronic display is just to help me out with more complicated constructs that I may be unfamiliar with. Now, let's see what you've drawn up."
Itachi's design was reminiscent of his ANBU attire, but there were a few extra additions.
His was an armoured fishnet shirt with navy accents and sat underneath a black, full-body, high collared jumpsuit with a thin, grey ballistic vest situated upon the chest; held in place by straps going over his shoulders. There would be protective guards, layered like samurai armour, strapped to his forearms and shins, and black combat boots. His design also had a maroon blue, high-collared cloak, similar to the one he wore when Kabuto had reanimated him.
It also sported black, fingerless gloves with metal plating on the backhand, a necklace with three sliver rings that held red gems within them, and a visor whose lenses could be darkened with the press of a button. There were also three equipment pouches; two strapped to the outside of his right thigh, one longer than and the other, and one strapped to the outside of his left thigh.
There was also a request for a katana to be attached to the back of the ballistic vest.
Momo hummed, giving Itachi an appraising look, "I like it. I assume the visor is to protect your eyes, so you aren't impeded by things like dust and smoke?"
Itachi nodded wordlessly.
"And what do you intend to hold in those pouches?"
"The one strapped to my left thigh will hold three High Density Seals, like the ones Nighteye-sensei has, but modified to be 6kg in weight rather than 5kg," Itachi answered, recalling how the man had allowed him to get in contact with the support company that made them, "The longer pouch on my other thigh will hold an assortment of shuriken, while the shorter one will hold smoke grenades and 9-bang stun grenades."
Momo nodded, clearly fighting to hold back a yawn, "9-bang stun grenades? I almost pity the poor fool on the receiving end already."
Itachi smiled, "It seems like we know what we want. Let's post them."
"Tomorrow morning? I'm absolutely tired, Ita-kun"
"Very well, tomorrow morning." Itachi confirmed, nodding.
A/N: And that Chapter 7 for you guys. I hope you like the designs for Itachi and Momo, especially the slightly modified costume for the latter. You all know what's coming next, meeting everyone's favourite tired homeless man and having to go through the Quirk Apprehension Test under the supposed threat of expulsion.