As usual for my fics, second chapter on the second day, and then we move on the normal weekly schedule. Enjoy!
(XX)
"My babyyyyyyy!" Izuku's mom all but crushed him with a hug, as she cried on his shoulder – and back, and on the floor below, and oh boy those new drains better work or they were going to get more complaints from the neighbors – shouting, "I am so happy for you! A scholarship at the Ondereno Institute!"
Right, that was his cover, apparently. He would officially finish middle school and continue through high school at the Ondereno Institute, the most prestigious boarding school in Tokyo. That would make his parents think he was away from home because he was at school instead of… Well, training to become a man in black.
Izuku hugged his mom again and smiled. If nothing else, according to his contract – that he had now taken the time to read, to avoid future surprises – the Ondereno Institute scholarship was genuine, in the sense that if Izuku dropped out of the HASC he would be allowed to go to the Institute as a student, and the HASC would pay for it.
But this was so much more! Izuku could help people! His eyes moved to the Replica Orgue, the bracelet he wore. According to both Hado and the other agent he had asked to, it was fine to take it, and even encouraged, so long as he didn't show it off. A HASC agent was never unarmed, apparently.
Izuku was hesitant, but wearing the Orgue did help remind him this was real.
And that starting the following day, he would be waking up in Tokyo, in his new room in a boarding school, only to then work for a government agency.
Would some of his classmates even notice he was gone? Well, they'd probably notice, but they'd soon forget. 'It's probably just better this way. I get away from a class that doesn't like me, and they get the Quirkless Hero wannabe out of the way.'
Not that he was a Hero wannabe anymore. He was going to be… something else. Hopefully, someone as helpful.
His mom had made katsudon to celebrate the good news, which meant that convoluted mess of a day at least closed on a good note, and during the whole dinner she went on about how proud his dad was. Izuku smiled. He wondered if his old man would have been as proud if he knew what he was actually going to do.
-x-
"… In other news, Midoriya has moved to another school." The homeroom teacher said, "He passed an entrance scholarship for a large Institute in Tokyo. He wishes you good luck for your career and is sorry he can't finish the year with you all."
Most of the class took the news with some shrugs and some utterly fake comments about feeling sorry they didn't get to say goodbye, about as fake as Deku's comment that he was sorry he couldn't finish his last year at Aldera.
Katsuki scoffed. If Deku wanted to finally get out of the way, good for him. He was finally learning his place.
It didn't come to his mind until much later that the last thing he had ever told Deku was to take a swan dive off a roof.
Maybe it didn't matter, but it did leave a bad taste in his mouth. Not... Apologizing bad, but at least getting a better final word in on the nerd.
Bakugo shook his head and put the matter aside. He had better shit to do with his time. The nerd was gone, now he could focus on UA without any disturbance.
-x-
Izuku crossed the gates of Ondereno Institute, fixing the uniform of the school for the tenth time. That damn tie just refused to latch correctly.
Ondereno's uniform was pretty different from his old one, a black tie, white button-up shirt and a jacket making him look like a businessman. It didn't change much from the middle school to the high school years too, the only difference being that the high school students wore a black jacket and pants while the middle school ones had a blue jacket and pants combination, and wore a different brooch for each year.
He walked in through the gate, and turned right, following the instructions Nejire had given him. 'Enter the main school building, the beautiful structure with the very nice aesthetic, and then enter the third classroom.'
He did so - and yeah, the school looked beautiful, the ideal image of a 'rich people academy' with marble everywhere, paintings and sculptures decorating the corridors, and everything else a school of that status had to show to convince the parents it was the perfect place to learn. As he reached his destination, he looked up at the sign on the classroom. The school pamphlet said the ground floor hosted the classrooms reserved for club activities, and he wondered which club hosted the entrance.
The plate of the 'UFO Research Club' was proudly displayed right above.
'A bit on the nose, isn't it?' He thought, entering, closing the door behind his back, and then stepping toward an old metal closet in the side of the room. He made to open it, but it was locked. Izuku sighed, pulling out his agent card. The lock clicked open, and Izuku watched, amazed, as the door opened to a small, hidden room that lead to a set of spiral stairs. From what he could tell, all this was hidden in the unusually large walls between the class and the bathroom next door, most likely using the bath tubes as an excuse. He stepped down the stairs, and made his way downward. A minute or so later, he found himself in front of a large metal door at the bottom of the stairs. Passing his card at the entrance, and then inputting his code – All Might's birthdate, sue him – the door opened, and he walked in.
"Hi Midoriya!" Hado greeted with a large smile, the moment he entered, the door slammed shut behind him.
"Good Morning, Hado!" He waved, "Uhm, isn't it a bit odd that there is an entrance in the school? What if someone finds it."
"They would have to put a lot of effort in opening the closet, since it's made of a special material and doesn't have a pickable lock. And even if they did and found the stairs… Well, they'd then run into the door. Not that it ever happened. In a serious, high-ranking school like ours, not many people want to join something as weird as the UFO Research Club."
Izuku hummed. Yeah, it made sense. The two followed the corridor to an elevator that led them further down, Hado starting to talk about Izuku's first day of lessons. Apparently, Hado had passed her examination over a year before, and she was over the moon at the idea of teaching Izuku.
Izuku himself wasn't sure about what to expect. But he knew he would do his best.
They stopped at one of the office floors, and Nejire was giggling happily as she looked at the fifth door on the left. The name Agent Nejire Hado was on the top, the golden plate right above Izuku's gray plate.
"Finally…" She muttered, "My own office…"
She opened the door excitedly, hovering above the ground. The office was fairly big. It hosted two identical desks, facing each other, both with a PC, a printer, a pile of white papers and a notebook on them. Aside from those, both desks were clean. Next to them were two archive cabinets, and on the opposite wall…
"A window?" He asked, looking at the large window showing the scenery of the Tokyo skyline.
"It's actually a super realistic screen." She said, "It's just so we don't go insane by working underground. You can change the settings if you want." She tossed a remote to him and he pressed a random button, showing Tokyo on a rainy day. Pressing again, the scenery changed to what looked like Osaka.
"Interesting…" Izuku switched it back to Tokyo on a sunny day by going back, and put the remote back where Nejire had taken it, before sitting down at his own desk, his name on a small plate on the table. Nejire sat in front of him, and Izuku's new life started.
-x-
"Alright, ten minutes recess!" Hado said, Izuku panting as he leaned against the Replica Orgue, the weapon holding him up. He grabbed the water his partner tossed him and started to drink greedily. "You are doing great Midoriya!"
"I still haven't made you use your abilities…"
"Well, I did hover a few times."
'You are hovering all the time.' Midoriya wanted to say, but he bit back the comment. After a full month of training, he was starting to get a handle of how the Replica Orgue worked, at least. Switching form was still a bit hard, but at least he could use it without just swinging it wildly.
He was also starting to put on quite the physique, his original scrawniness slowly giving over as Hado dragged him daily first to the gym and then, already tired, to the training room. A petty part of him wanted to believe Hado weakened him in advance, but the realistic part of him reminded Izuku that she always trained with him.
"Alright, pop quiz!" Hado said once he finished drinking, "How many Earth-born human variations are considered Earthlings?"
"Two, Earthlings and Quirked Earthlings. Half-Aliens and Quirked Half-Aliens are not classified as Earthlings, though they are considered Earth natives and humans for the sake of lawmaking." Izuku instantly replied, and Hado puffed her cheeks.
"Oh, come on, you could have pretended it was harder…"
Izuku chuckled, "Hado, that was the first thing you taught me."
"That's why I thought you might forget." She said, "Well, I'm glad you didn't. Next! To be considered an Earthling, how far back do you have to prove Aliens-free genealogy?"
"At least to the beginning of the Age of Quirks." Izuku replied, "Or you have to pass a medical examination that proves you are." Izuku had gone through that a week after he was recruited, a 'precautionary measure' as they had called it. The results said he was indeed one hundred percent Quirkless, with no signs of a latent ability of any kind, making him one of the last Earthlings in Japan. "If you pass the tests and don't show any signs of power, you are an Earthling. If you have powers, you are a Quirked Earthling. Otherwise, somewhere in your past there is an Alien ancestor."
"Correct!" She cheered, "And why does the HASC favor recruiting variations of Earthlings or full Aliens over Half Aliens?"
"I-I… Wait, trick question, it's classified!" Izuku replied, and Hado stuck out her tongue while winking. "You know the reason?"
"I have my theories." She said with a cute, smug look, "But I'm not going to share it. Eventually we will find out anyway."
"Yeah…" Actually, after a whole month, Hado and Izuku were still essentially only training. Hado was trying to pretend she didn't care, but he could tell she was growing restless, "Any news on us having a case?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Still nothing, and I still haven't found a lead of my own." She quickly gave a thumb up, "But I will for sure!"
Izuku nodded. Each individual team of the HASC was encouraged to investigate cases on their own, besides those that were handed down from the dedicated teams. The latter were, after all, usually pushed toward the more accomplished teams, so the rookies like Izuku and Hado were left with more searching for scraps.
With that in mind, two hours and some training later Hado was typing on her PC, while Izuku sat at his desk studying more of his subjects. Algebra, this time. While he had to know more about the Aliens living on Earth, he was also required to keep up with the mandatory exams, and by the Institute's standards. Dropping out before finishing High School wasn't an option, neither for the HASC nor for Izuku, so a lot of his office 'work' was actually regular home studying.
Hado, meanwhile, was scouring internet chatrooms, social networks and forum boards for any whiff of a possible alien event. 'It was aliens' had become a lot less common a theory since Quirk had begun showing up, she had explained, so usually if someone talked about aliens and had a mostly clean posting history, there was a chance actual Aliens were involved.
Unfortunately…
"Dammit! If I have to go again through half a post before realizing it's just a smut fic disguised as a real-life event, I will track down the writer and show them how Aliens actually use tentacles!" she shouted, angrily closing the page. She bumped her head on the desk and let out a long, pouty sigh.
"You have tentacles?" Izuku asked.
"I'll grow them just for it!" She declared, raising her face toward the screen and boringly scrolling down to the next post. "Immigrant aliens, no that's not the kind of post… This one at least is tagged as smut… Alien: The Last Spaceship to come out- no that's another movie... God, they are really milking that franchise dry aren't they…"
Izuku chuckled and went back to work on his current equation, putting the finishing touches before checking the results and finding the answer was correct. He sighed in relief. Alright, he was even a bit ahead of the class, if the homework he was kept updated with was correct. That was good. He needed to catch up in English, so-
"I got something!" Hado shouted.
"Hado, before you get excited, didn't you have something two weeks ago too, and then it turned out to be very realistic CGI?"
"No no, this time it's genuine, look!" She turned the screen toward him. The video she was watching was a camera recording of a tall teen wielding a strange object, some sort of sword with a blade surrounded by what looked to be some… shadow mist. The teen stood in front of a large metal bar, and then swung the blade. The blade screamed as it tore through the metal, slicing it perfectly in half. Satisfied, he put the sword back in its scabbard and bowed, the video ending.
"Not a Quirk?" Izuku asked. It did look weird, and Quirks that could be infused on objects were rare but not unknown.
"The description says this is a cursed sword, and older videos show a different Quirk, so let me just…" She turned the PC around, tapped on the keyboard and then scanned her ID on the port nearby, most likely to access the HASC database. Since he was a trainee, Izuku wasn't allowed to access the full database yet, and Hado could only share stuff regarding any ongoing investigation they were involved in.
The first thing to do was compile a formal document that had been sent to the HASC database marking them as investigating the case. It included the video URL, the oddities that pointed to a plausible alien origin, and... not much else for now.
They both waited for three long minutes, then the printer started to expel a document as Hado cheered. Izuku felt his heart beat faster. That meant the investigation, their first investigation, was approved. "A full investigation! Not even a provisional assignment!" Hado shouted, happy, as Izuku picked up the document and took it to Hado's archive, where he took out the first empty folder. He wrote down the date and marked it as 'Case #1'.
The second printout, that followed a minute or so later, was from what Hado called 'Hacking department'. The more polite term was Online Investigation Team, the group that had the technical knowledge to find someone's address from an online account.
Izuku picked it up and read, "We got the address! Shizuoka, in Reporicusu Ward!"
"Wow that was fast. And I…" She pressed a button and another document got printed out, "Think we have a trace."
Izuku took the document, and nodded, "Yeah this… this sounds pretty spot-on. And really dangerous."
"Good thing you have been training, right?" Hado asked, "Though, hopefully we can get to it before it's too late."
Izuku nodded. "Let's go. Someone needs saving."
He felt ready for anything.
-x-
Izuku had always thought they'd have a dress code for their mission. Something like a full 'suit and tie' look. Sunglasses too, and maybe a gun under their jacket.
Not him and Nejire sitting at a café in front of the home of their target, both dressed in casual early summer clothes. Izuku's white shirt with 'student' typed on it in black and his short black pants didn't really sell a professional image, but to be fair neither did Nejire wearing a striped white and blue shirt, a knee-length skirt and a large straw hat over her head. She did have sunglasses, but they had golden lenses and she kept them over her head.
He also never thought it would involve two whole days of doing nothing but stopping at said venue and studying a large apartment complex.
"Stop staring at the building." She whispered as she grabbed her soft drink, "I'm curious too, but it's not like the sword will just march out of it."
"B-But it's not just curiosity, it's… everything. Shouldn't we go in?"
"And how? 'Hello madam, we are here to take away alien tech your son probably bought by accident. Yes, it's a Duskener Blade. Yes, it's very dangerous because Duskener weaponry absorbs external heat, using it as fuel through means we don't understand, and producing an odorless, shadow-like gas that is toxic in large quantities to most other species'." She shook her head, "Not really convincing. Also, you might have forgotten that you are fourteen and I'm sixteen. We don't exactly look like government agents."
"Why do they even give us missions then, if we have no experience…"
"First of all, rude, this is technically my twenty-first mission, even if it's the first where I'm in charge. Second, field experience, like a Hero-in-Training on an internship. This is a low-rank mission, so it probably helped too. Discarded alien technology got sold to an Earthling civilian, or an Alien-aware civilian got bored and decided to show off his tech. Doesn't really matter since Duskener tech shouldn't be on Earth, let alone in civilian hands."
Izuku nodded. He had read a bit about it, after he got cleared for it.
Duskenlings. A kind of humanoid being from the planet Domdaniel, they had created special technology that collected and used as a battery the power of the red star they orbited. However, exposed to brighter stars, their technology produced excessive gaseous waste, that looked like a shadowy coat but was toxic. The owner was basically breathing directly out of a car's exhaust pipe, and was going to feel the effects soon.
"So, what do you suggest?"
"Well, first of all, let's review. Family of three. The father, a second-generation Half Alien, is out for work every day until at least six PM, and the mother, a Quirked Earthling, leaves every day at five PM to go to the gym until seven, when she comes back home. That only leaves the son probably at home."
"So, we get him out with an excuse, sneak in and investigate?"
"Yup. And I have just the right idea…" She said, pulling out a credit card.
-x-
"Bye, Fumi! Dad will be home in an hour!" His mom called.
"Got it mom-" He started to say, before a coughing fit hit him. Those were becoming more common, lately.
"Are you ok, Fumi?" Dark Shadow asked, emerging from his stomach, "You have been coughing a lot the past few days."
"It is no bother. I probably forgot to turn off the air conditioning yesterday night, and the gales of the cold winds proved too strong for me to handle."
"No, I turned it off. But you have been using that all day, maybe that's the problem." Dark Shadow replied, and Fumikage sighed, passing a hand through his feather-like hair to touch his forehead. He did feel a bit odd, but he didn't have a fever or anything…
"No matter, I shall train more."
"Again, Fumi? I don't know, that blade is… weird. All that shadowy stuff doesn't look good, and I'm an expert on the matter."
"Of course it isn't, Dark Shadow. All cursed weapons are bound to be unsettling for those untouched by darkness. This is why only I, a man knowledgeable of the Abyss, can wield it." Fumikage replied, before coughing again.
He went for the sword, then the door rang. He frowned, pushed the cursed blade back in the sheet, and walked to the door. "Yes?" He asked.
"A delivery for mister… Fumikage Tokoyami?" The voice asked. It sounded like a man, someone young, but Fumikage couldn't determine anything else.
"I'm not expecting anything."
"Uh." The man read his address, "Isn't this you?"
"Yes, but I'm not expecting a delivery. What is it?"
"It's a long box. Going by experience, I think it's a sword?"
Fumikage heard those words and threw caution out of the window. He had Dark Shadow anyway, so it wasn't like there was any danger, and it was possible he had forgotten a sword he ordered. If it was one of those…
The delivery guy was a very short guy with green hair stuffed under the company's hat and red eyes. For some reason, he also had a white bandage around his face, right under his eyes. The guy watched Fumikage as he stepped on the street, back against his company's truck, and stiffened. "H-Hi." He said, "Sorry if I sounded a bit upset, but it's a real bad day. Here, uh, sign this…" He handed Fumikage his phone. The teen quickly signed, then got handed a long cardboard box. Oh, he could tell at a glance this contained a sword. The delivery man waved and went to close the back of the truck, Tokoyami turning around when there was a loud crash.
He turned back in time to see the man was precariously holding up a pile of boxes, the rest sparse all over the ground. "Uhm, help?" The guy asked.
Tokoyami put down his box and walked forward, helping him pick up the fallen goods. A lot of those were quite heavy. "What's in here, bricks?" He asked.
"Ahah, yeah, sometimes I wonder the same…" The man replied, pushing the final boxes back in. He glanced at his phone. "Thank you… Ah, by the way…"
And then he said nothing.
"… Yes?"
"N-Nothing, it's just, uhm… O-Oh, right, do you happen to know where this address is?" He asked, showing him the phone.
"Sorry, but that looks almost made up, there are way too many numbers. Are you sure it's real?"
"Not really, but that's where one of those boxes has to go, so…"
"I understand. Sorry, I can't hel-" He was stopped by another fit of coughing, his hand moving to his throat.
"A-Are you ok?" The driver asked.
"Yes, this is just a cu- a cough. Nothing to worry about." Fumikage replied.
"Uhm… I guess." The guy scratched the back of his head, "So uh… You like swords?"
"I… I guess?"
"W-Well, maybe I… I always thought they were cool, so I know what the box looks like…" The guy coughed in his fist, "Always wanted to buy one. Do you have many?"
Fumikage felt a proud smile grow. Ah, a fellow appreciator of the weapons of old. "Three. Four with this one."
"Cool! Where do you buy them, usually?"
"Depends. I got my first one at a fair, and the second one in a small store in Tokyo. The most recent…" He frowned, wondering if he should make something up, but there was no point, honesty was better, "Ah, right, I got it from a guy in another apartment. He said he was selling a lot of his old junk, and since I always help him with the grocery, he said I could have the first pick." The old guy was a weird man, tall, almost skeletal, with a pitch-black skin, almost pure darkness, but Fumikage had helped him a few times take his grocery to his apartment, so the man had been kind enough to give him the sword almost as a gift, asking only for a few thousand yen. Fumikage had considered asking about the curse, but what if the man didn't know? Or what if he did know and tried to silence Tokoyami? No, too dangerous.
"Damn, guess it takes a lot of work to find a good one, huh?" The guy scratched the back of his head, "Well, sorry for all the questions and… the incident. Have a good day." He said, waving.
"Have a good day." Fumikage turned back around, picked up his box, coughed, and started heading for his house. A moment later, the guy cheered. Uh, he must have found where the address was.
Walking back in the house, he felt like something was off. Dark Shadow slithered out and moved to the kitchen, then the living room, but there was no trace of anything off. Even in his room, everything was ok, sword still in place. "Am I being too paranoid?" He wondered, "Maybe it's the influx of the dark blade."
He took the weapon and opened it, expecting to see the familiar shadow mist. Instead, the sword remained completely normal, reflecting the light of the sun shining through the open window.
'What?'
-x-
"Did you get it?" Izuku asked. Hado grinned and showed him the sword, still in the scabbard. "We did it!" He cheered.
"We did it!" Hado said, turning on the engines and driving the truck carefully down the road, "Also, remind me you need driving lessons. If the guy wasn't too focused on his new sword, he might have wondered why you didn't drive off immediately." She smiled, "It's gonna be super fun to teach you!"
"B-But I can't get a license for three more years…"
"Who said anything about a license?" Hado winked, "I didn't find anything else though. Not that I had much time, and switching the sword with the copy was a priority…"
"Actually, I got something..." Izuku said.
Hado's smile grew as she listened to him, and then nodded. "Good job! I think we need to go make a special visit to this 'old man'." She replied.
"I didn't get the apartment number, unfortunately."
"I know, but we can figure it out. If it's a Duskener Blade, we will start looking for Duskenlings. If we can't find any, we will use other means, but for now this is a good start."
Izuku nodded, and Hado smiled.
He found her smile contagious as they passed past a few stores and reached a parking lot. Izuku quickly stepped in the back of the truck and took off the clothes of the delivery company, along with the colored eye lenses and the bandage to cover his freckles, and changing back in his normal outfit.
As he stepped out, he heard Nejire on the phone. "Yup, we left the truck where we said it would be. Yeah, you can pick it up." She closed the call, "Alright, this is sorted."
"The sword?"
Nejire showed him the weapon, wrapped messily by red wrapping paper, a bow stapled on top. "Nothing stops people from asking questions like a wrapped gift." She explained when his confusion clearly showed. "Come on, we have an old man to interview."
Izuku nodded, as the two of them, back in civilian clothing, walked down the street and back to the apartment complex the sword came from. Hado hummed happily, and Izuku felt about as positive. They had already recovered the dangerous weapon and found the seller. All they had to do was take him to task for selling a contraband weapon.
-x-
"I don't know anything about tha-" The old man started, before Nejire showed him her HASC card. The man grumbled, but let them both in. Izuku took in his appearance. He was about two meters tall, and looked like a skeleton. If it wasn't for the pitch-black skin and the monochrome red eyes, Izuku could have though he was All Might in disguise. 'Wow, we can really hide any Alien in our world.' He thought. Until now, he had always figured there had to be a way to tell them apart, even as he studied everything about them as a trainee, but there was really nothing setting an Alien apart from Heteromorphic humans. Or in Nejire's case, just straight-up Earthlings.
"Mister…" She started, inviting him to state his name.
"I go by Seiro Kurokido." The old man replied.
"And your actual name?" She asked, closing the door once Izuku had stepped in.
"Skrido Krikteotek." He admitted, sighing, "What is it? I didn't do anything to warrant the HASC coming after me. Been a good human for forty years, built a family, everything."
"You sold Alien technology to an Uninformed, sir." Nejire replied, "And on top of that, it's a Duskener Blade, an illegal and dangerous weapon on Earth."
The old man scoffed, "Dangerous! I had that weapon for forty years missy, ever since I left my home, and no one ever got hurt!"
"The person that had it was already showing signs of coughing." Izuku intervened, "I read what Duskener Blade's waste does to the wielder, if they aren't immune. If he had it just for a few more days, it might have become a chronic cough, and if he had it for a month or so…" He shivered. Cancer from a shadow blade really wasn't a nice way to go.
"I…" The old man shook his head, suddenly seeming a lot more worried, "Look, I didn't know. I swear, I like the kid. He always mentioned buying new swords, I figured I'd give him something to remember me by when I leave. I was planning to do a 'garage sale' of sorts anyway."
"You are leaving?" Hado asked.
"Just moving. I'm getting old, making it up those stairs is getting difficult, and is not like I need to commute to work. I'm moving to a small house in the outskirts of the city, more of my size than this old place." He sighed, "What's the penalty?"
"It's a fine, sir." Hado replied, taking a deep breath, "Endangering of a civilian and selling of illegal tech are serious crimes. Even if I keep it at a minimum… It's about ten million yen."
The old man took a sharp breath, and Izuku could tell why. That much money… would he have enough?
"I don't got that much left." The old man admitted, slumping down, "Anything else I can do?"
"Jail time. We can set up a time for a meeting at the HASC. I'm sorry sir, but we have to punish a crime." She handed over a calling card, and the man quickly scribbled his number on it.
"Ugh, this is a nightmare…" He murmured, "Something else you want?"
Neither of them did, so Hado walked out, followed by Izuku. They closed the door behind them, and Izuku could tell how gloomy Hado was almost without looking at her.
"I hate the law sometimes." She admitted as they left the apartment complex. All the excitement from earlier – and from the last few days – had washed off. "It's unfair."
"He put that person in danger."
"He didn't know about it!" Hado shook her head, "It's unfair! No one probably ever told him the sword was toxic. It only became an illegal item thirty years ago!"
"Nejire, the other guy could have died."
Hado bit her lip. "I… You are right, but…" She looked away, "I just would like things to go well. It's always like this. Someone makes a mistake, and bam, jail."
"Does it happen a lot?"
"More often than I would like…" Hado admitted, "We try to make aliens pay fines because arresting them might create a pattern someone could look into, but often they don't have the money, because the fine for stuff like this is outrageously high, and that means…"
"Jail time." Izuku sighed.
"Or worse." Hado mumbled. Izuku raised an eyebrow, but she didn't reply, even as they reached the closest station and she stepped on the train home. Izuku followed her.
"Can I… do something?"
"Not really. It's the law. I already did everything I could, really." She sighed, and then put on a smile, even if it didn't look quite as genuine as usual, "Come on, let's look at the bright side. We solved our first case and we didn't screw up."
"Yeah, we did." Izuku smiled, taking the change of subject for what it was. He glanced at the Orgue. He had half expected his first mission to take a turn for the worst before, but now that seemed silly. Bad taste aside, nothing went wrong, and they had completed their mission, "What do people from the agency do usually when they solve a case?" He asked.
"Go out and drink." Nejire replied, smiling, "I guess I wouldn't say no to something to drink right now."
"Not alcoholic."
"Not yet." She agreed, now smiling a bit more genuinely.
Izuku smiled back, and raised a hand, "Come on. It wasn't perfect, but we did it. To our first case."
Nejire nodded, and then she gave him a high five. "To our first case." She replied, then she grinned, "And to you writing the report!" She added.
"Wh-What?!"
"No arguing trainee, you invited me out for a drink, the least you can do is also doing that!"
"That makes no sense, Hado…" Izuku protested weakly, laughing as she did. He sighed in relief. At least she was relaxing a bit.
He smiled. Well, it wasn't perfect, but it was still their first successful mission.
He supposed a report was a small price to pay for it.
(XX)
So yeah, the Reports will actually be available after the A/N whenever our mighty duo solves a case. Funny little thing to put together, but I hope they prove fun to read for people interested in this kind of thing (like me). Not sure how I will post them on Ao3, but at least I can put them here and on SB.
First mission is a go and a success... moral issues aside. Admittedly, not the most exciting case, but we all start somewhere, and it did save our resident chuuni crow's life.
I decided to start with a more down to Earth case for a whole lot of reasons, but first of all to illustrate how some of the cases won't involve violence at all: sometimes, it's just a teen using a dangerous weapon.
Well, hope this was fun, see you next week!
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HASC REPORT N. 198487 – "THE SHADOW SWORD"
INVOLVED AGENTS: Izuku Midoriya (14, b. 2XXX/07/15, Earthling), Nejire Hado (16, b. 2XXX/10/06, Faedian)
INVOLVED CIVILIANS: Fumikage Tokoyami (14, b. 2XXX/10/30, Quirked Half-Human [Third generation, Coraxian Ancestry])
PERPETRATOR: Seiro Kurokido (67 [Human years since birth], b. 2XXX/04/14 [assigned birthdate], Duskenling)
CRIME CLASS: White
REPORT: Weapon first identified on Involved Civilian through the use of social networks, who had posted a video introducing himself as 'The last wielder of the Shadow Sword'*. Agent Hado correctly identified the weapon as a Duskener Blade, a Class B Alien Device. Due to the danger it posed, Agent Midoriya and Agent Hado opted to organize a quick retrieval of the object. For a full account of the retrieval expenses, see Appendix A. Agent Midoriya distracted Fumikage Tokoyami, from here on 'Subject', through a series of excuses while asking more questions about the item, to collect information on the seller. Meanwhile, Agent Hado entered the apartment using her Faedian powers and exchanged the item with a copy fabricated over the past two days by an artisan in Shizuoka. Subject has not, at present, informed the police, showing he probably has not figured out there was a theft**. At the time of the recovery, Involved Civilian showed clear signs of an early case of Duskener Blade Intoxication.***
The questions from Agent Midoriya allowed the Agents to identify mister Seiro Kurokido as the Perpetrator. The individual in question admitted to his crime fairly quickly and did not present any signs of hostility, so he was given a warning for a future hearing at the HASC and was not arrested on the spot.
*To prevent the video from being taken seriously, several fake accounts have been used to point out the presence of 'CG' or 'fake camera angles'. The video has not garnered particular attention since it was first uploaded, and further action appears unnecessary.
**Subject has posted a thread on a forum declaring 'My cursed blade has suddenly stopped working, advice?', showing he seems to believe the blade stopped working on its own. The thread has offered no useful tips on cursing a blade.
***Observations in the days following the retrieval show there doesn't appear to be any permanent consequence from the use of the Weapon. Subject shows a generally healthy physique, and the timeframe of his ownership of the weapon is consistent with similar cases of full recovery.
Reporting Agent
Izuku Midoriya
The Director
Yokumiru Mera