Returning to Blazblue fandom and finally breaking to MHA fandom, I got this plot bunny with me for too long. If you guys don't know, I'm using Izuku as the placeholder to Naoto Kurogane, who some of you know comes from Bloodedge Experience. Other than that, I would change a few things here and there to fit MHA with Blazblue lore so that things can be as coherent as possible.

Just to note, this is a small project that I decided to make spontaneously, so don't expect too much update. But I would be willing to write more if my motivation lets me to do it. Other than that, I hope you guys will enjoy this new fic!

Part 0

Blue… Blue… that was what began.

A beat… two beats… the torture continued. Mind connected to the Blue… educate… learn… remember… the agony continues.

Red… white… the man reached out his hand to h̵̦̠̬̱͓̅e̶͔̼͓͍̔̈̐́̀r̸͇͍̯̬̬̋͆̊̔. He wants to save h̵̦̠̬̱͓̅e̶͔̼͓͍̔̈̐́̀r̸͇͍̯̬̬̋͆̊̔ from the months of agony.

Then… the Blue once more… yet there was nothing… no agony… no torture… except one feeling.

A blue heart beat.

Then the yearning to seek it out to feel the beat once more.

Part I

'9,421'. Izuku Midoriya noted in his mind as he watched the number on top of his teacher's head come to a stop. The man was in a good mood so it was expected.

"Oh right, I almost forgot! You all have a transfer student today! Please, come in." The boy looked up out of curiosity. Not many people came to his middle school as it was not one of the famous middle schools in Japan.

As soon as the transfer student came in, he felt his breath was taken away immediately.

Her golden eyes flickered through the room, examining each individual carefully. Similar gold hair that was tied to a single tail with black ribbon done in a way that resembles a rabbit ear flows through the air, as if they were as light as leaves fluttering in the air. Her pale skin shone as the sun kissed it to give it a glowing effect.

However, that was what most students focused on as they admired the new young lady.

"86… 86… 86 million?!" He could not help but mumble, using all of his willpower to keep his voice down. In his lifetime, the highest number of a person's number was 20 thousand, and that was on the number two hero of Japan.

Yet there she was, with a number that eclipses all living beings he ever evaluated.

"My name is Raquel Alucard. It was a pleasure to meet all of you cur." The lady blatantly spoke out loud with some superiority tone.

The class immediately went silent as their image of a high class, respectable lady was broken. To be called inferior was common by now as their resident powerhouse Bakugo would often spout. Yet they respected him due to his power.

Here it was, a girl who barely came in for a few minutes, dismissed the value of everyone and called them a dog.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAID?!" Her golden eye moved to the sight of Bakugo standing up in anger, crackling explosives bursting on his palm as he threatened to blow Raquel into pieces. How dare she blatantly dismiss everyone, including him, as soon as she arrived.

"I supposed a cur like you wouldn't understand my language. Very well, I shall repeat in a simpler term. My name is Raquel Alucard and it was my pleasure to meet you, mutt."

Another stab into the hearts of the class. This time, Bakugo lost all of his restraint as he dashed to the lady with malice. The teacher tried to stop the boy, yet was ignored. Raquel, on the other hand, looked at the boy with a bored expression before flicking her wrist.

A gust of wind came into the class, blowing the boy out of the window. Izuku couldn't help but yelp at the sight of his childhood friend flying out of the window. Oh the blonde boy would be fine as he could land with his quirk, yet the sight was slightly horrifying nonetheless.

She watched as the body flew out, uncaring of the consequences and continued her introduction. "As you can see, mutt, my power is Tempest. The ability to command the air as I wished. That was merely a small fraction of my power."

The grennette gulped, knowing that she was right. The number barely went down before quickly regenerating into the original number. He couldn't help but begin to analyse the Quirk and it's possibility, scribbling down into his spare notebook so that he could keep a record of it.

Taken in by the sound of scribbling, Raquel caught sight of Izuku Midoriya writing down in his notebook, mumbling things like "If it is truly Tempest, then her combat ability is very versatile. Flying, calling the rain, dealing with other tornadoes are possible."

'Interesting…' She thought to herself about the behaviour of the boy. Pointing to the seat beside Izuku, she turned to the stunned teacher. "I shall take that seat, beside that mumbling broccoli."

Breaking out of his stupor, the teacher saw where she pointed. "That was Katsuki-kun's…"

"Did you not hear me? I shall take that seat."

Feeling little to no power, the man could only nod and allowed her to sit there. The lady strutted towards the seat as Izuku was unaware that the event took place. She saw a bag before casually picked it up and threw it to the side and sat.

Turning to the boy, she noticed that… he was drawing a crude image of her with words noting her power and number of 86 million.

"An interesting analysis, broccoli. But I'm afraid to tell you that I have already found the full potential of my power, that was the ability to conjure multiple tornados."

Izuku yelped at the sudden interaction before his mind registered what the lady said.

"M-multiple tornados?!" He couldn't help but be dumbfounded. There was a limit to even the strongest of Quirks as human evolution had not reached to the point where one was the very force of nature itself except All Might. But this lady…

'She's a monster.'

"Indeed. I find all of you humans to be… a weak species… except the man known as All Might." She elaborated. "He was the one I would regard as the strongest of humans, one with true altruism and has no ability to allow sacrifices to take place as much as possible."

Izuku Midoriya agreed with Raquel Alucard in that regard. All Might was the number one hero, the Symbol of Peace, for a reason. He took the concept of superhero and crystalized it into his very form, allowing the world to reach the Age of Peace.

"Now then, I incur you to cease your analysis until the class ends, broccoli."

Flustered, he quickly packed his notebook as the teacher recovered his composure enough to begin teaching the class.

Until a series of explosions went off as Bakugo came back to the class with an angry expression.

"WHY ARE YOU AT MY SEAT!?"

It's going to be a long day.

Part II

The day ended peacefully, thankfully. The teacher and other faculty members managed to keep Bakugo in check.

But all the chains were loose as soon as the class ended.

"Alright! Now time to settle our scor-" And he was abruptly thrown off the window once more by a gust of strong wind. Wordlessly, she left the classroom without a care and strutted out. Izuku, looking between the leaving form of the girl and the window, was contemplating two options.

'Do I check on Kacchan or find out why her number is so high?'

The options have weight to them. On one hand, his obligation as the blonde's friend nagged him to ensure the boy's safety even though he knew better. On the other hand… his urge to understand the unnatural was urging him to investigate it.

Eventually, the sound of explosion went off, giving the boy the needed push to make his decision.

'Investigate it.' He thought to himself before began following the lady. Weaving through the crowd, he spotted the golden hair and quickened his feet, wishing to interview her about her inhumanity.

The following continued on, until he entered a tunnel. Feeling of fear did not hit him as he searched around, trying to find Raquel. "Where is she…" He muttered to himself.

All the sudden, he felt a gust of wind come by before the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Covering his eyes, he managed to peeked a familiar golden hair kicking an insect faced man. However, his soul was shocked as he saw the number of the insect man.

"ZERO?!"

The only person who had the zero number was one who was dead. Yet this insect man, clearly animated, has that value.

'What the hell is happening today?!'

As the wind stopped, he saw Raquel deliver a deadly kick to the head of the insect man with a cracked sound, most likely the skull was pulverized.

Watching the horror, Izuku could not help but let out a scream which got the attention of Raquel.

"What are you doing here, broccoli?"

The boy spluttered, unable to form words in his mouth as he pointed at the dead man. The lady looked at the corpse before uncaringly kicked it to the side. "He was already a dead man despite animated, thus you shouldn't worry about murder. I was merely putting his body out of misery."

"I know that! His lifeforce value is zero while yours is 86 million!" In his panic, he announced the number.

That got the lady raised her eyebrow before approaching the terrified boy. Closing in, she brought her face close to the boy which further his panic. "So that was the number you wrote down in your notebook? I supposed 86 million was not surprising considering my origin."

"Huh?"

"To put it simply to you lowly humans, I am a being that was commonly known as vampires."

"What?"

That got an annoyed expression on Raquel, who sighed. "I supposed a broccoli like you had a hard time to calm down and assess the situation."

"Because nothing made sense today!" The boy rebuked unconsciously before realizing he snapped at her.

"I supposed." She agreed with him. "A human encountering such events wouldn't be able to fully understand, especially one so young as you."

Izuku took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his mind out of the panic state while comprehending the situation. His mind slowly pieced things together until he eventually was able to form words in a coherent manner.

"You said you're a vampire. So that explains your high lifeforce value."

The lady nodded. "Indeed. But I am curious, how do you see this… value?"

Izuku took a moment to compose himself, gulping his saliva. "It was my quirk, Eye of the Hunter, that I inherited from my great-grandfather from my mother's side. It allows me to look at the lifeforce value of a living being through my right eye."

Raquel humed as she became intrigued. "I see. So that was the cause of your interest in me. I take it that humans do not have that high of a value?"

"Yeah. The most I've ever seen is 20 thousand on Endeavor."

The lady scoffed, as if being mocked by the statement. "20 thousand? That man should've been at least 1 thousand or lower as he was a lifeform lower than an insect."

To hear her mocking Endeavor so casually caused the boy to sweat drop. Her superiority did shine through as evident by her numbers.

"No matter, we shall discuss it tomorrow. I must leave for my residence."

Izuku agreed with a nod, ready to leave for his home and calm down for the day.

Until at the corner of his eye, he noticed something moving dangerously close.

"Look out!" He pushed Raquel away without hesitation before his right arm suddenly felt nothing… then pain. Right as soon as the pain came, more pain came as debris fell on top of him, crushing him.

He let out a blood curdling scream as pain assaulted his mind before falling into unconsciousness, unable to withstand the pain.

Part III

Muscles around his brow strain. His eyelids... His eyelids were heavy. Extremely heavy...

Why? How come he was trying to open his eyes anyway? Thinking about it, it's a struggle similar to turning off manual breathing... he felt it's as if some natural aspect like breathing was now being consciously controlled.

His body feels compressed, chilling debris weighing his body down, disrupting his breathing.

His breath was caught in his lungs, the crushing weight forcing a liquid into his airway instead. It filled his mouth, leaking out over his lips. At the same time, he was overcome by the smell of iron or rust. It's his blood. It feels so warm... Or maybe his body temperature has lowered so much that it was cooler than the blood... Now that he noticed the feeling of temperature, he realized his body was stiff and paralyzed... Slowly and steadily, the body grew heavier as if he was sinking into the ground...

'Is this... how it all ends…'

In the back of his mind, he realized the truth. The end was near. His dark blue surroundings are slowly devoured by darkness. As his consciousness faded, regret filled his mind… his hopes… his dreams… never fulfilled.

'I'm sorry mom… I'm sorry dad… I'm sorry Kacchan…'

Standing before him was a lone girl. looking down on him was one with a cold, indifferent expression. At her appearance, breath leaked out from his blood-filled mouth. 'Would everything be okay now?', he wondered. The words he intended to mutter to her sunk deep into his throat like his body under the debris, disappearing before it can ever form. Like a moon, the young lady turned her white toes toward his compressed body, she shrugged her shoulders, amazed.

While the gesture was modestly dissatisfied, it was indicative of her antipathy, her aversion to approaching, to his dying eyes.

The young lady had a faint smile float across her face. As if mockingly sneering, there was indeed a content look on her face as her eyes narrow and her small lips part:

"...would you like to survive?"

The embers of dissatisfaction reared its ugly head within his cold, tattered body…

'Who do you think you are to sneer at one's misfortune?'

However, out of the blue, his thoughts turned away from negativity.

'...would you like to survive?' Those words made him ponder the rude girls' words.

Of course! The answer was obvious! Yes, he wants to survive!

'Because...there is a dream I have to fulfill!'

Although vaguely, irritated thoughts of the immediate surroundings and misfortune were relegated to a small corner of his mind, rather the tension he should be feeling at the state of affairs was strangely distant from his concerns. Indeed his feelings were carefree as he worried about his dreams.

Overlooking golden pupils, he wondered if she saw through his thoughts? Getting closer, the young lady bends down toward the pile of rubble where he lied, a smile gracing her thin lips carved into an expression contrary to her earlier antipathy. As she stooped down white knees teasingly escaped from her skirt. For a moment those dazzling knees wrapped in transparent, fair skin ensnared his thoughts beyond what he could handle, like an enrapturing optical illusion.

A hand with the same complexion of those captivating knees strokes his cheek not covered in blood. Her face began to move, as if to follow the fair-skinned hand. It was as if she was moving in for a kiss.

The lips from that formerly indifferent countenance approach as if to touch his skin, whispering near his ear:

"If that is the case, then I will help you survive. But...find the Blue. And then, me."

His eyelids, unable to bear the strain from the heavyweight, close shut. The next moment, within the darkness, he felt a new sharp, stabbing pain. A pain near his neck's side, blood trickling from a new wound, despite the rusty smelling crimson liquid only overflowing from his mouth earlier.

In the end, his consciousness faded. Slowly, he was swallowed by darkness. The darkness consumed him like an unseen beast, pulling him into the unknown depths. Yet contrary to popular conception, the darkness was comforting, like sinking into a warmed mud bath.

The Wheel of Fate is turning

Rebel 1…

Action.