Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia or Sword Art Online.
Author's Notes: Read and Review! I'm glad people are following along! Finally have some free time to write a chapter.
So thank you all for the support! I always wanted to write about an overpowered character that gets nerfed and then comes back stronger than before... A few people even realized there was a problem with Shigaraki's thinking. This chapter delves into the concepts of Heroism.
Anyways, background on why Shigaraki and Midoriya are at each others throats. The aftermath of his debut is upon the overworking Izuku Midoriya. Along with the addition of everyone deciding to stay at Ryuko's until he went into U.A..
Stay tuned for the next episode.
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(Username in SAO) When not in Flashback
[Skill]
"Familiar Communication"
Summary: They said he couldn't be a Hero. That there was no way for him to gain a Quirk. Just like how they never thought that a madman would create a Death Game using a virtual reality machine?
"So you're the one they call a Hero? It seems like we as a society always talk about Heroes...What about the Fallen Heroes?" Rasped out an older teen on the edge of being an adult.
Drakon looked up to see a player with light blue messy hair on the verge of being white. Red eyes met his green eyes. He noticed wrinkles around his eyes and a black hooded cloak over leather based gear that meant he was built for speed.
The person sat across from him at the small circular table in the corner. The tavern was located in the lower levels of Aincrad. The other teen raised his hand and yelled for the barkeep to send two mugs of ale to his table.
The player grinned. "It's amazing how we can interact with this world. Did you know that the creator of the game has setting to enhance it by letting us change the pain settings and can allow us to actually be affected by status conditions so that we can feel them? Well, as long as we have the setting changed anyway..."
He paused as a bar maid put two mugs on the table. "Do you have anything to say?"
Drakon grunted. "I do. What should I start with first? Why speak about Fallen Heroes? Are you trying to disrespect the dead?"
Red eyes widened. "No. I'm...not. I heard there were three types of Broken Heroes. The Shattered, The Heartened. and The Fallen. It's something I wanted advice on. I heard that you have a reputation of getting the children in the care of the Guilds to learn about Heroes"
A smile crept on Drakon's lips. "You have a point, but I don't like discussing philosophy with strangers."
A frown came to his face. "You have a point. My username is P.O.V."
Drakon rose an eyebrow. "Point of View? Seriously? "
P.O.V. groaned as he sipped his mug. "It's not what my username means. It was something suggested by my...Teacher you can say. I wish I was playing on my consoles instead of living it. At least I could learn more from my Father then."
"Really? Home schooled then?" The green haired boy looked at P.O.V. with curiosity.
"Sure. Let's go with that..." P.O.V. shrugged his shoulders before taking a large gulp of his drink. A trickle of the liquid dribbled down.
Drakon stared as the other male but down his drink. "So you only think there are only three types of Broken Heroes." A chuckle escaped his lips.
"Do you even know what a Hero is? The history of the word or even what it took for them to be called Heroes?" Drakon smiled in amusement.
"Yeah. Sure. But history doesn't make the title what it is now in modern society." Red eyes narrowed.
"Please. Don't be too offended when I tell you that you are a dumbass." Drakon narrowed his eyes.
"Really? An insult? How... close-minded."
"Heroes are written in tragedy in history. Heroes are given the title for their accomplishment in the face of danger from the single act of helping another. Anyone can be a Hero for even a single moment to change a life. Heroes go on against all odds that are stacked against them. If one person can be seen as a Hero then that means they are a Villain to another. One mans lie is another mans truth." Drakon tensed.
"You...that makes no sense. All I care about is Broken Heroes." Confusion could be seen on his face.
Drakon lit up. "There is no such thing as a Broken Hero. All Heroes are a little broken before they even become a Hero. They overcome challenges spiritually, mentally, and physical. They fight to understand their morals. They are forced to make the hard decisions in life."
"Wait. You mean to tell me that you think that my sensei is...wrong in his thinking?"
"Not exactly...It depends on the person. Based on your words...A Shattered Hero is one that is putting his life back together. A Heartened Hero is someone who has already put it back together. The last...your so called Fallen? That...That is a type of justice."
"What? What are you-"
"In modern society killing by Heroes is frowned upon. A Hero is supposed to protect. A shield for the public. A guardian or sentinel that holds their ground against the proclaimed evil."
"Are you telling me that-"
"In ancient times and even with Villains there is a saying that is easily known 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...'"
P.O.V. rasped out "...A life for a life."
"Does a Hero have to have the title of Hero?"
"You're...interesting. I wonder which one of my sensei's type of Broken Heroes you are."
"I hope you never have to find out."
"Hello Prince of Villains. Or should I say P.O.V.?" Sneered Drakon.
P.O.V. smiled. "Hello my friend. How are you doing?"
"I talked to the idiots that Kirito put away. They talked about you."
"Oh.." P.O.V. turned his back to the smaller figure and put his hands on the tree. "You mean the ones that you didn't kill? So I guess you are a Shattered Hero?"
"Why did you kill them? My Guild." His tone was cold. The breeze shifted.
"This game...Is a playground for me. Did you know that you are the only player I've talked to that couldn't be classified as a Villain? Then again you did kill a lot of people from my Guild." A chuckle escaped him.
Drakon went still and whispered "P.O.V.."
"Yes The Green Dragon Hero?" Amusement was clear in his voice.
"I'm not All Might. I'm not a modern Hero. You're a monster. I'm a classic Hero. I'll say this only once so listen closely." His hood covered his face before large and small footsteps could be heard stomping on the forest floor.
"Hmm?" He turned to see a crimson scaled western dragon smash itself in between two trees that fell with a large crack before it roared. A notification that many of his battle skills and his stats had dropped appeared in P.O.V.'s sight.
Crimson met shadowed green. It was a single word that had him fleeing. "Run."
So he ran before a needle sliced his cheek and hit the tree in front of him.
He laughed as he ran. It was only the beginning.
Principal Nezu looked over his mug of tea. "So you have a new office Crimson Riot?"
"Yes. I also have a few recommendations for your courses. Not the Hero ones. I already know Power Loader and yourself have some very strong willed students. These are for the Management Department courses." The red haired man slide two files over.
The picture of Kazuto Kirigaya and his profile was placed together. A section about a quirk upgrade caught the chimera's eye along with the recommendation letter that Crimson Riot placed. Asuna Yuuki was in the other file. A Quirkless heiress to a Support Company.
"You know...I'm interested in why you asked for the construction of a Hero Agency which should be called Dragon's Den. Are you trying to set up a new Agency?"
"Yes. As soon as a few of them get licenses. I've already started working on helping these students catch up with my own contacts. It helps that they have their own references." The cheerful voice echoed in the office.
"Ah...very well. Are you aware that they are older than the others? Will they have the necessary knowledge? After all, they both are behind in the curriculum that was upgraded while they were gone."
He let out a deep laugh."Perfectly aware. I have made steps for one of them to learn more about technology while the other is being tutored by her father."
"I wonder how you know so much my friend. Why are you really here?" Beady eyes met the Heroes.
"Well I wouldn't be manly if I didn't come out and tell you, but I thought I would at least have it dragged out a little more...I need a favor." The smile on his face disappeared.
The mug of tea wafted in the air as it was placed back on Nezu's desk. "Interesting. What would you need that would require me to use up your favor?"
"The HPSC will want to have Izuku Midoriya in one of their Hero Academies. We cannot let that happen." His stern voice choked at the end. The rest came out as a whisper. "I've heard about what they've done to a few other children to make them Heroes. They'll end up creating a Villain instead."
Nezu tilted his head. "Why do you say that?"
"(Drakon), from what I've seen from his debut...and with what I know about the HPSC and how they deal with wards given to them...If say...Inko Midoriya is put on their hit list...and when he finds out? It'll be a blood bath for sure."
Nezu could feel a shiver go down his spine. "Are you sure?"
"Nezu. Your captors...did you give them to the law or did you go for justice's old saying of 'An eye for an eye?"
"Oh. Oh dear. That's interesting. Anything else?"
"Yes. Get him under your care...before someone else does."
His eyelids were heavy. Slowly he opened them. Dizziness washed over him. He could see the white ceiling before realizing their was a steady beeping that came from a monitor.
The teen let out a groan. Multiple heavy weights were on him. He could hear someone move from a chair and felt a warm hand enter his before clasping onto the hand.
He heard his mother's voice enter his ears. "Hey honey. How are you feeling?"
"How?" He rasped out. His throat was dry.
Keiko answered him from the other side. "You mean how did you end up in a hospital and not in jail for Vigilantism?" Her sarcasm hit him enough to start remembering what had happened after the fight.
Medics had rushed onto the scene after the Villains were cuffed and put away. They had checked him over before a police officer named Sansa and the detective he had talked to before named Naomosa had started to talk to him about illegal use of Quirk before Ryuko had arrived with a signed slip stating apprenticeship to a Hero and a Quirk use license before he started going in and out of consciousness.
"I think your Aunt had something to do with that." Replied weary Izuku.
Izuku tried to sit up before Keiko softly placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back to the bed. He let out a chuckle. "So what's the diagnosis doctor... or is it nurse."
Keiko groaned. "You are a dumbass. You slept for seventy-six hours. Everyone watched your fight. Do you even realize how dangerous you looked on camera. I've been looking through the media saying that your the next generation's All Might."
"By the way Izuku, honey?" The soft voice of his mother got his attention away from the fact that he was looking at a curled up Queenie under Suppressor's wing on his chest. Smaller versions of each of his dragons were piled up and curled into each other. Each of them the size of a palm.
"Yes mom? I definitely don't have a hoard of dragons on my chest..." The emerald wyrm rose her head.
"Shut up (Drakon)." Came the annoyed hiss from Queenie.
"Yes Ma'am." He spoke to his familiar.
"You're grounded until you get into high school." He turned to her with confusion. Seeing her stern expression and Amethyst on her shoulder staring him down was frightening.
The teenager squeaked out "Yes Ma'am."
Keiko spoke up again. "Don't worry about anything! While your grounded everyone will be living at our place!"
"Wait...Everyone? Everyone who?" Muttered Izuku.
She grinned and crossed her arms. "Why your beloved partners in crime of course!"
Her smile grew as he paled.
"Yes! Let us learn our opponents and strike in the shadows! They will never see us coming with the Queen of Rats on our side!" The whispered shout of Shadow from the pile made Izuku hit his head on the pillow with a groan.
"The Little Forger is coming to protect our foolish Little One? Excellent." Khione's voice echoed in the room.
Vulcan let loose a puff of fire. "The pink haired Youngster is coming to improve your pathetic armor from the last battle. Good choice Youngster's Mother."
"Hmph. The other great hunter is coming with his daughter. The black robed one. Maybe we can spar." Emeralds voice drifted.
Amethyst let out a bark. "Finally that white robed girl that berates you like I do is going to be watching alongside myself."
Izuku let out a whimper. "What did I do to deserve this?"
Suppressor rose. "Why are you complaining? Now you get your hoard of human companions to work with again?"