I'm Not the One Who Decides

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My Hero Academia

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there,' Internal thought

"Listen well, team." Monster, Quirk, All Might form voice or Electrical voice.

"Heroes Save City" Titles of Books, Articles, Names on Signs, etc.

AN: Hi everyone! Glad to see this story is back into the swing of things. Sorry for the delayed update; like I said, I had terrible writer's block. I think I finally fixed the issue with the story and have everything back in working order with this story. So first, answer some reviews and onto the story.

hafizfaishal1402: Update!

Guest: Here you go!

Shigeraki: I am playing with the mythos of the Ghost Rider. He does have the car, but that doesn't mean he is entirely like Robbie Reyes. The motorcycle will make an appearance. Glad to hit you right in the feels.

Blaze1992: Glad you enjoyed and I will do my best to answer your questions without giving away story details.

First, the whole thing with the pedophile teacher, Izuku, didn't go save the little girl from the teacher's house because he isn't a hero. He isn't a savior; he's a killer. He gets revenge.

Second, Uravity or Ochaco will make more appearances later, so I will not spoil anything.

Third: That's a secret ;).

Fourth: Nezu sent the Big Three after a killer, yes. However, they are nearly graduate heroes about to go out. He sent them out because everyone was needed to hunt down the Ghost Rider.

Fifth: The sins he is talking about are All Might himself, AFO, and OFA are not supernatural based, but that is a good idea!

RedKnight21: Thanks!

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Chapter 7: Devil's Silver Tongue

Alleyway

Nejire was sitting on the bumper of the ambulance that was called to help her. An IV line was injected into her arm. The additional hydration helped her headache disappear, and her vision was no longer blurred. "Thank you," she directed her thanks to the EMT. The EMT nodded their head before walking away to leave her be.

She let out a sigh waiting for her teammates to get done with the police. She hissed as she traced the burns beneath her bandages. She looked up at the sky and saw the stars still appearing even with the city's light pollution. Since she first started to develop her powers and been to school, she was always one, if not the most powerful. 'He tanked my attack and threw around like a rag doll,' she thought. For once in her life, she felt powerless.

"Alright, according to the police, there are no traffic cams in the area. So tracking him would be a dead-end," Mirio says to her, his arms crossed over his chest. Mirio's hero costume is described as a true symbol of his mantra of saving everyone. He wears a skin-tight white top with the number one million stamped across his chest in a bold, yellow font. The trimming on the top and shoulder pads are made in a matching fashion. On his waist, two green lines act as a belt, along with some lines of similar appearance on his shoulders, which dip in places to form two V's. Mirio also wears baggy dark blue pants and white knee-high boots. He wears a red cape as well as thick gloves of matching color. Mirio's costume is topped off with a white visor and yellow lenses. Instead of his usual smile, he was frowning a deep disappointing frown, and it was directed at her. "Why didn't you call for backup?" he questioned.

Nejire reeled her head back with her mouth slightly agape, hurt by the question. "You're telling me this is my fault!?" she pressured. She made a mistake, but that didn't give Mirio the right to accuse her of being at fault.

Mirio crossed his arms over his chest and continued, "We agreed, all of us would take that monster down!" He remained firm. This could have gone in a different direction tonight.

"I had him!" Nejire fired back.

"No, you didn't! He almost had you! And I would've had to tell your parents what happened!" Mirio scolded before he walked away. He needed to cool off, and she needed to absorb the consequences of her actions.

Nejire sighed before playing with her hair. She was going to wait till she was released before going home. She got a whiff of her hair and smelt the trash fragments still in her hair.

A spunky voice got her attention, "Good evening, miss. Might we have a few words?" She looked up to see a man with a cat's head in a police uniform and a plan-looking man in a typical detective's outfit.

"Uh, sure. How can I help officers?" Nejire asked. She figured the police would get involved, but these were the first two that showed up.

Naomasa pulled out a notepad and pen before speaking, "Now, can you start from the beginning?" Nejire then recited what happened, and the entire time both men listened while Naomasa jotted down notes every so often.

"Then it gave me a warning and then drove off in that fancy car," Neijire finished. She felt her burns give off a phantom tinge when she finished.

Sansa perked up at the last bit. "What did he say?" Sansa asked the heroine. It was another key piece of evidence. He leaned in close, nearly touching his nose to her face.

Nejire looked down to concentrate before she raised her head back up with an answer, "He told me he was cleaning up the neighborhood." She paused before she remembered something else, "He called me a tourist." She watched Naomasa pause in his scribbling before he continued.

Naomasa glanced at Sansa, and with a silent signal, the cat-headed man left. Naomasa flipped the cover back over his notepad before saying, "Thank you, this will be beneficial to our case. Go home and gets some sleep." They didn't wait for Nejire to talk as they got back to their cruiser.

Nejire watched the retreating forms of the police before rubbing her arms again. She looked at the end of the alley where the monster drove away in the car. It may have gotten away from her tonight, but it wouldn't get away from her again.

In the squad car, Naomasa sat in the driver's seat and Sansa in the passenger seat. Naomasa broke the silence, "You catch what she said the monster called her?" It was an interesting piece of the puzzle.

"Tourist," Sansa repeated with an intrigued tone.

"Right, so that tells me he doesn't just operate in the area. He lives around here," Naomasa commented as he rubbed his chin.

"Have you used the computers to look up the car?" Sansa remarked.

Naomasa would have been insulted if it was anyone else had suggested that. "Yes, it was the first thing I did," Naomasa responded. It was the first thing he did when he was handed the case. Those classic cars were only in possession of the city's high society.

Sansa gained a conceited grin as he brought forth his idea, "What about cars that were totaled?" The epiphany displayed on Naomasa's face told Sansa he did not.

Naomasa gave his new partner a dry look. "I hate you," escaped Naomasa's lips. He turned the engine over and drove back to the police station.

Warehouse

Izuku held one yakuza by his throat as he stood in the center of charred and mangled bodies. Izuku had the appearance of the Rider. The man tried desperately to fight back in his grasp, but it was futile as the hand was firm. "You done yet?" Izuku asked in annoyance. The sun was coming up soon, and he needed to get home under cover of night. The captive man stopped his pathetic attempt of resistance and let his arms drop to his sides. "Now, your gonna answer some questions for me," Izuku demanded of the man. The man was unimpressive, to say the least. He had no hair on his head, was as thin as a pole, and had no quirk. It was someone that Overhaul liked to use as fodder.

The man stared down defiantly as the grip slacked around his throat. "Fuck you!" the man shouted out. His actions caused the deadly tight grip to come back.

"How original," Izuku's voice spat venomously. Izuku tossed his victim across the warehouse. The man tumbled across the ground before his back was smashed against a metal column. The man felt his back make a groan and cracking sound. The man felt blood trickle down his mouth and his toes go numb. When he tried to move his legs and got no response, his back was broken. He saw that he had some distance from the monster that had killed the other men and tried to crawl away. "Really? You think you can crawl away from me?" Izuku taunted as he strode after him.

The yakuza had crawled in the direction of the door and was ten feet away when pressure on his back made him stop. Izuku slammed the heel of his boot on the yakuza's broken back, and instantly, the man let out a scream of pure agony. The screaming did little to gain sympathy from Izuku as he continued to twist for several more seconds. Satisfied he got his point across, Izuku stopped and glared down with his flaming eyes, "Now, where is Overhaul?" He had to get some

The man let out a pathetic whimper before answering in a scream, "I don't know!" He only ever heard the name. He never saw the man directly. He only ever dealt with one of Overhaul's Expendables. He experienced the pain once again as the boot came down hard. Wanting the pain to end, he thought back to the past couple of days. There was only one thing he could use to bargain with his life, "I know where one of the Expendables is." He had overheard the man say he was hauled up in this new apartment. The pain in his back ceased.

"Who?" Izuku growled out. He was glad to finally get another lead worth following.

The yakuza was not going to give it for free. "You have to promise to let me go," he stated.

Izuku hissed in annoyance but agreed, "Deal."

"Toya Setsuno, he lives in an apartment on the new development near the docks," the yakuza explained.

Izuku had heard about the place. It was a brand new thirty-five-story beige apartment building. The building stood out like a sore thumb considering that the average monthly rent was more than most locals made in six months. Rumors suggested that it was built with dirty money, and this information confirmed it. "Alright," Izuku said before he stepped away.

The yakuza relaxed, feeling safe that he would live. Not well, mind you, but he would see the morning sun. His windpipe was ensnared by a chain wrapping around his neck. The sudden force made him gag and gasp for air as hands scratched against it. He was jerked and then drug across the ground. With the last bit of air in his lungs, he yelled, "You promised!" He didn't want to die.

Izuku didn't look at the man as he threw his end of the chain over a low hanging beam and hung it on the other side. "I lied," Izuku said coldly before he yanked on the chain. The man let out a choking squeak as he fought helplessly for air. The Izuku watched the man's eyes burst blood vessels, he frothed around the corners of his mouth, and his fingers became bloody from trying to get the chain off his neck.

The man stopped struggling, his hands falling limp at his sides. Izuku let go of the chain and let the body drop in a heap on the floor. Izuku retrieved his chain and walked past his latest victim without a care. As he went to leave through the warehouse entrance, he placed his hand on the side, and instantly the metal began to catch fire. Izuku didn't stay to watch the place burn to the ground. Nor did he care what it held.

Police Station

Sansa sat at the computer as he searched through file after file on missing, stolen, commandeering, or totaled. Since last night, the duo had been at it, and neither had gone home. He looked over to see Naomasa sleeping on the spare conch in his office. The room's name had been dubbed by all in the police station as "The Monster Room." He smiled sympathetically at the detective. 'If only you knew the truth,' Sansa thought about the man. He thumbed his bell as he traced the cross inscription on it. The members of his order were still a week out. He was a mixture of excited and antsy to meet them all.

Father Goro would host all of them in the basement of the church. At least he didn't have to play host for them.

Naomasa shifted on the couch and mumbled out, "Damn bell." Sansa accidentally made his bell ring several times. It was a habit he did when he was praying for advice. He skimmed more files for several seconds until he found a reference in a file. His eye immediately widened, and he blurted, "Naomasa, sir!" Naomasa's eyes shot open before falling off the couch with a thud. He sucked air through his teeth before shooting an annoyed glare at the cat-headed man. "You're going to want to see this," Sansa spouted as he frantically pointed at the computer screen.

Naomasa got up and stretched his sore back before looking over his fellow officer's shoulder. What he saw was a photo of a man with familiar features. However, that wasn't what he was interested in. The main attention grabber was the car beside the man. It was identical to the car driven by the monster. "Where did you find this?" Naomasa asked as he leaned in to get a better look.

Sansa leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms before informing Naomasa, "According to the file, this is a street racer that gave the cops nightmares back in the day." The smiling face was nagging at him. He could have sworn he saw seen someone like this before but couldn't place it.

Naomasa felt all the stress and anger wash off him. Rubbing his eyes to dust off the sleep, he sighed heavily. "Okay, let's bring him in," he said as he went and grabbed his jacket.

Sansa then frowned and gave the detective some bad news, "Sadly, he hasn't been seen in years. According to the file, he's presumed dead." Naomasa slammed his jacket down furiously to the floor as he cursed.

Naomasa covered his mouth with a hand as he continued to look at the picture. That's when it hit him. "Wait a second," he said aloud before typing away. He quickly went through the database and found the old file of a particular green-haired teen. He pulled up the photo of the bleeding teen and put it side-by-side with the photo of the street racer. The resemblance was uncanny. "Sonofvabitch."

"Oh shit," Sansa gasped out. It was a curveball he didn't expect.

The picture he pulled up was of Izuku during the traffic accident years ago. "It's him. It's that mechanic." The similarities were clear from the freckles, the wild hair, the dimples, and those eyes were all similar.

Sansa took notice of something in the background. "Sir. The car," Sansa pointed out as he had to restrain his excitement. It was completely similar to the one that the Ghost Rider used.

"I'll get a warrant," Namoasa declared and left Sansa in the room. Sansa grinned maliciously at the picture. It seemed he had found his Ghost Rider. The discovery would make the order's job much easier.

Midoriya Apartment

Izuku got changed in his work overalls in his room. He rarely left his room anymore. Given the tension between him and his mother, he thought it would be better if they didn't see each other. He didn't want to make her cry anymore. It reminded him too much of the fights his parents had when he was a boy. He left the room and went to the fridge to grab a small metal lunch pail. He closed the refrigerator firmly before calling out, "I'm off to work!" He didn't respond nor look for one. He walked to the door and took extra care not to close it with too much force.

Inko opened the door just a crack before peering through it to ensure Izuku was gone. She opened the door and revealed she was a disheveled mess. Red streaks marked her eyes, showing she had been crying. That's how she fell asleep last night. Inko was afraid of her son. She didn't know what was going on with him. He was transforming into another person. She feared it to be drugs, drinking, or worse, street racing. "He's becoming just like him," Inko whimpered to herself. She

Izuku exited the door and was blinded by the bright morning sun. He had about an hour before he had to get to work but first needed to take the bus to get to the garage. He was walking down the stairs to the ground level when a voice called out behind him, "Oi! Deku!" Izuku glowered at the name before looking over his shoulder. It was Katsuki. Izuku didn't like the scowl that was on his face.

"What?" Izuku challenged. Izuku had made it a point to ignore the teen and to not be in contact with him.

Katsuki was still apprehensive about the other teen, but he had heard his mother soothe Inko over the phone last night. He stood against the wall as he listened to his mother in the living room. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he could hear the sobs coming from the phone. Inko had been through enough. She didn't deserve to have her son make her life harder. "What happened to Aunt Inko?" Katsuki interrogated he would get to the bottom of this. Even if it killed him.

Izuku raised an eyebrow at the question. Katsuki was never one to care about anyone but himself. It was a new side to him that Izuku had never seen. However, it wasn't his business. It was like they were friends or anything. "Piss off," Izuku fired back before he continued his descent.

Katsuki was furious at being dismissed so easily. It was like the last the two of them had an encounter. However, this wasn't about his ego. This was about a woman who had lost so much and didn't deserve to cry anymore. He marched after the other teen and grabbed his shoulder. It was a mistake.

Izuku dropped his lunch pail as he gripped the hand and then the elbow before tossing the teen over his shoulder. Katsuki landed roughly on his back, the force pushing all the air out of his body. Izuku then pinned him to the ground with a stomp. "Listen, you little shit, let's get one thing straight. We are not friends. We were never friends. You don't get the right to judge me or tell me how to act," Izuku hissed out as he bore down on Katsuki. He removed his boot before he went to retrieve his lunch pail. He started to walk away before calling out to the still prone Katsuki, "Do that again, and we'll be having a much more violent conversation." He walked down and around the corner and saw his usual bus fly by him. "Fuckin' perfect," Izuku mumbled to himself. He was going to be late for work.

Katsuki sat still on the ground, not caring if his uniform was dirty. For once in a long, long time, he cried. The tears ran down the side of his head as the dirt next to his head darkened. It was like back then after the accident. No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't help his friend. He got up and dusted some of the dirt off. The white shirt he was wearing was stained with dirt marks. He wiped his tears away before going in the opposite direction. He had to get to school.

Nenshō Gomu

The late bus Izuku had to take caused him to arrive late, and he was in the middle of getting chewed out by Cid, "You tell me you want more shifts, but don't show up on time!" Izuku was used to Cid yelling and had experienced it multiple times. It was nothing new to Izuku.

Yet, Izuku found it hard to restrain himself from telling the man off. "Something happened this morning, and I got a little sidetracked," Izuku explained but left out the detail bout wiping the floor with a kid.

Cid sighed tiredly while he rubbed his forehead with his fore and middle fingers. "Jesus kid, you know I won't fire you," Cid admitted. The kid was good at his job, but there was more to it. The kid was the only breadwinner in that apartment, and he knew that the V.I.C. didn't do shit for the two of them. Firing him would be like throwing them onto the streets, and the old mechanic wouldn't and couldn't have that on his conscious. "But, come on! Work piles up around here when you're late," Cid told the kid. He then rubbed the back of his head with a groan. "I'm not going to deduct your pay. Just get to work. Nezu is going to want his car back ASAP," Cid instructed, just wanting the day to get started.

"Thanks, Cid," Izuku said gratefully before leaving for the garage and working on Nezu's car. Seeing that beauty of a Mustang made Izuku shiver in excitement. To work on a classic like this was rare, and Izuku had it all to himself. The part had come in and was waiting on the took bench beside the car. Izuku got to work. Izuku wanted to make this job last. He wouldn't get to work on something like this for a long time. He took his ratchet and went to work.

Police Station

Naomasa managed to the warrant. It was the easiest one he ever managed to get. All he had to do was say he had a suspect in Endeavor's murder and the judge practically snatched it out of his hand. He made a quick phone call in private. He didn't have to wait long for a pick-up, "Toshi, I think we've found our killer. I might need you there in case things get hairy," Naomasa said to the hero on the other end of the line.

"I'll be there, don't worry. We'll get this monster," Toshinori declared before hanging up.

Naomasa slid the phone into his coat pocket. His fingers glanced off the pack of cigarettes. The temptation took hold of him as he dug it out of his pocket and took out one of the death sticks. The smoke entered his lungs with a quick light from his lighter and an inhale. The familiar sting in his lungs soothed his nerves. It was almost over. Things would go back to normal, and the commissioner would leave him be.

"Sir, are you ready?" Sansa asked as he burst through the door to the roof.

Naomasa took one last drag before he flicked the cigarette outward before it fell to the ground below. "Let's finish this," Naomasa said cooly before exhaling the remaining smoke in his lungs. He headed towards the door; it was time to put the beast to rest.

Midoriya Apartment

Inko moped about in the apartment as she tried to use the washing machine. The problem was is was incredibly hard to maneuver her wheelchair in such a small space. The machines sat on top of one another, the washing machine on top and the dryer on the bottom. She bent over to reach into the dryer and felt the chair wobble due to the shift in weight. The door to the dryer was a pull-down door, and Inko used it to hold clothing. She sat back into place before trying again. She was able to grab a handful of clothing and place them on the open door. She folded the handful of clothes she managed to get. She went to grab more clothing, but she couldn't. Her wheelchair had slid out from underneath her.

She let out a yelp as she fell, and she mashed her forehead against the hard metal shell of the dryer. When she hit the hard wooden floor, she luckily used her arms as a cushion. Though she lessened the blow, it still hurt as she coughed to gain air back in her lungs. She used her elbows to push herself up. She put a hand on her head to ease the spinning she was experiencing. She felt a warm, sticky substance on her head. Blood. She pulls her hand back in shock as she. "Shit," she cursed while using the front of her shirt to wipe the blood away. With the bleeding subsided, she twisted her body around and tried to hop back into her chair. However, all she did was push it away.

The wheelchair rolled out of the laundry room and into the living room, and Inko crawled after it. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt pitiful. Whenever something like this would happen, she'd just call Izuku, and he'd help her up. For the last couple of days, they lived like two strangers. He stayed out of her way, and she did the same for him. It was like her and her husband in the final days of his life. She didn't want to be like that with her son. She would try and talk to him tonight.

She neared her chair when suddenly the door exploded inward. She screamed at the sudden blast and covered her face. She saw men with guns running into her home when she looked back up. Inko feared her the worst, 'Hisashi, are you still causing us problems?' She knew her husband lived life on the edge and on the other side of the law. In a panic, she clambered to the coffee table and grabbed the telephone. If she was going to die, she wanted to tell her son she was sorry.

Nenshō Gomu

Cid was manning the counter while dealing with a parts distributor over the phone. "And I'm telling you, I'm not paying that much for a part just to upcharge a client," Cid said into the phone. This distributor was always a pain in the ass. He always charged higher than most, but he always got the part. "You know my shop is in a low-income area. The amount I would have to charge would make a family go hungry for two months," Cid tried to reason. The voice on the phone was rapid and used some colorful language. A vein popped at his temple as he heard the person's word. "Yeah! Well, how 'bout you take the part and shove it up your…." Cid was nearly finished saying before his phone beeped, signaling he had another call coming. Without bothering to bid farewell to the distributor, he hung up the call and accepted the other call. "This Nenshō Gomu, what do you need fixin'?" Cid greeted in his usual tone. He would rather talk to a customer. At least, he hoped it was a customer.

"Cid, its Inko! Get Izu…" Inko's frantic words tried to speak.

"Put that down, now!" another voice screamed over her before he heard a struggle. The phone beeped. Someone hung it up. Cid didn't hesitate as he hopped over the counter and ran towards the garage. He found his target with a quick scan and rushed over to the kid as he'd just finished with Nezu's car.

Izuku turned the car over, and this time, there was no hiccup. "I am a genius!" Izuku whooped, giving himself a pat on the back. His jovial mood would soon turn sour. Izuku was spun around to be face-to-face with Cid. Panic and fear were etched on his face.

Cid started rambling, "Izuku, I got a call from your mom. I think something is happening at your house!" Izuku went wide-eyed in fear. Then Cid saw the disposition of the teen change. Cid could only describe it as predatory. Izuku quickly turned to the Mustang and started to walk. Getting an idea at Izuku was about to do, Cid grabbed the teen's wrist and axed the idea, "Don't even think about it!" That was one of his best clients, and he wasn't going to let the kid take it. The bear-cat thing would skin him alive if he found out his car was taken without his consent.

Izuku stared defiantly at the man as he argued, "I need a ride! A bus will take too long!" The Mustang was the only car that was fast enough to get him home quickly.

Cid dug into his pants pocket and tossed the teen a set of keys with a leather strap keychain. "Take mine," Cid offered. The kid would take care of his baby.

Izuku looked at the keys and awe. He didn't have time to for that. "Thanks," Izuku said to his boss. He had been saying it a lot today. Izuku ran through the garage, the shop, and the parking lot, right to Cid's car. It was a beautiful cobalt-colored four-door AMT 1967 Chevy Impala. The gearhead in Izuku swooned over the vehicle when he first saw it, but Cid never let him inside it. It kept it classic on the insides with a light brown leather bench seat in the front. He got in, turned the key, and the engine roared to life. Izuku shifted the car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot and down the street towards home.

Cid had made it out the shop's door to see the car speed up the road. "Get'em, kid," Cid whispered out.

Midoriya Apartment

Naomasa did his best to comfort the startled woman as he helped her into the wheelchair. "I'm sorry, ma'am, he shouldn't have ripped the phone out of your hand," Naomasa said apologetically before glaring at the SWAT member who had roughly manhandled a paralyzed woman. Looking at her now, Naomasa guessed the woman had lost the use of her legs. Naomasa felt shame as a police officer, the case was never closed, and the criminal that did this was still out there on the streets.

Inko glared at the detective and pulled her arm roughly away from him. "What are you doing in my home?" she growled out. No one declared what they were when they stormed her home.

Naomasa pulled out his badge and declared, "Detective Naomasa with the police. We are executing a warrant for your son." The expression on the woman's face told him that she had no idea about her son's activities.

A pit formed in Inko's stomach as she shouted, "My son has done nothing wrong!" Izuku was not a criminal, all he did was take care of her and go to work. He would never have the time to do something else.

Naomasa ignored the woman. A mother's words were not reliable. He moved to the kitchen, where he spotted some bills on the table. He looked at the ones on top and saw they were all bills. Some were past due, some were final warnings, and there was one letter that caught his eye. It was from V.I.C., and Naomasa started to piece the picture together. The picture from that night was due to a villain or a criminal's actions. However, he couldn't let emotion cloud his judgment, he was dealing with a killer, and Naomasa needed to catch him.

Sansa appeared next to him and reported, "Sir, I checked his room and found nothing." The cat-headed officer looked over Naomasa's shoulder and saw the envelope from V.I.C. and spoke, "Another victim turned criminal. Maybe he was taking funds from his victims?" That is how things work sometimes. A person is victimized by a criminal, and when V.I.C. starts lessening their funds, they turn to a life of crime.

Naomasa had looked over the apartment and found Sansa's hypothesis lacking evidence. "Look at the furnishings, Sansa, and tell me what you see," Naomasa ordered, and Sansa did.

Sansa looked at the couch in the living room that looked five to ten years old. The wooden floor looked warped in spots, and the paint on the walls was fading. The table in the kitchen was a simple wooden table that looked to have seen better days. "Everything in here is either old or hand-me-down," Sansa answered and realized that his kid wasn't taking money he was just killing. 'If this kid is a Ghost Rider, he takes the role seriously.'

Naomasa nodded in agreement before filling in Sansa, "This kid isn't doing this for money." The duo heard the sound of a car screeching to halt outside.

"Mom!" a loud, angry voice called out by the door. Naomasa and Sansa walked to the entrance hallway to see Izuku Midoriya trying to get in. A burning expression of rage and worry on his face.

One of the officers standing guard at the door put his hand out and shouted an order, "Hey! Stay back!" Naomasa picked up on the slight fear in the officer's voice. He needed to gain control before something happened.

Izuku didn't back down; as he tried to push into the apartment, he barked, "My mom's in there!"

"Izuku?" Inko said, hearing her son's voice, and rolled to look into the doorway.

Izuku caught sight of his mother and saw the bruised face along with the blood on her shirt and the gash on her forehead. The Rider whispered to him to get in there and save her. The officer from before had found his spine and gave a rough shove to the boy. "I said back off, kid!" he ordered again. That was a mistake as Izuku jabbed him in the throat. The officer let out a squeal like a rabbit as he gasped for air.

Izuku charged in and grabbed one of the SWAT team members by the back of her head before smashing her head against the wall. He cast a blood-thirsty scowl at the remaining officers in his home. They would all pay. "You attack my mother!" he bellowed like a wild animal. He charged at another SWAT officer and tackled him to the ground before he rained punches on the officer's face.

Izuku was grasped by his shoulders and thrown off the officer before landing on his back. His assailant was revealed to be Sansa in a boxer stance. "Stand down, young man. Don't make things worse," Sansa advised as he deepened his stance.

Izuku narrowed his eyes before he rolled to his feet and met his opponent's eyes. The cat-man was strong and wasn't intimidated easily. "If you're the one who hurt her…." Izuku let the threat hang in the air. Sansa narrowed his eyes as he gained his own predatory look. The two were waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Stand down!" Naomasa shouted in an attempt to gain control of the situation. Neither individual abided the detective.

Inko rolled past Naomasa and called out, "Izuku, stop! It's okay! They didn't do this!" Her words reached Izuku, who took his eyes off Sansa to look at her. Sansa didn't seem to hear and took his opponent's distraction as a chance to attack. He dashed in quickly and cocked his fist back to smash the teen.

"Sansa!" Naomasa's voice cut through the apartment, making Sansa's fist stop just in front of the teen's face. "What the hell were you doing?" Naomasa shouted. Never had he raised his voice in anger at his partner. Naomasa had taken notice of how aggressive and obsessive with the case. Naomasa was about to speak again before Sansa glanced at him. Everything felt his words become trapped in his throat with that glance. Sansa was staring at him in quiet annoyance, and his pupils had become slits.

Izuku could feel the Rider calling at him to burn everything and everyone in the room. It wanted Izuku to start with the cat-man saying he was a servant. A servant to what he didn't know.

Like a switch was flipped, Sansa was standing in his usual posture, and the look was gone. "Sorry, sir. I got carried away," Sansa apologized before performing a salute with his eyes closed and a small smile. Naomasa marched towards his partner, and Izuku went past them.

Izuku ignored the two police and went to his mom. He looked at the shirt and then at her head. Gently Izuku touched her head near the cut, making her hiss. "How'd this happen?" he asked in a soft, concerned voice.

Inko looked away shyly before revealing how she got the gash in her head, "I tried to do the laundry and fell." She felt like a child about to be lectured by a parent.

Izuku let out an annoyed groan before saying, "Damnnit, mom. I told you to wait for me to do it." It wasn't the first time she had done that. Usually, it only left bruises.

"Well, you've been distant. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours anymore," Inko pointed out, venom lacing her words.

"You're right," Izuku admitted while looking down. He hadn't been a good son.

On the other side of the room, Naomasa moved in close to Sansa so no one could hear them. "What the hell was that?" Naomasa hissed. Usually, Sansa listened and followed orders to a tee and was never disobedient. Ever since the monster came back from his hiatus, Naomasa had seen a change in the man.

"I apologize again, Izuku. The excitement got the better of me," Sansa explained, trying to persuade the detective. It was a ploy to ease the man. He couldn't get kicked off the case now. Sansa needed to stick close to the case. The Order of Blackheart needed him for any and all information the police gathered. He had a divine mission to complete, after all.

Naomasa grits his teeth, but it wasn't the time to dig further into it. He had to deal with the potential psychopathic monster only a few feet away. He put a pin in their conversation for later and walked over to the Midoriyas. "I am sorry, but you have a few questions I need answers to," Naomasa stated with a glance at the two.

"Why should I?" Izuku scuffed.

Naomasa looked at the hallway leading to the door and looked at the officers groaning as they got back to their feet and nursing their bruises. "You'll be going in for assault," Naomasa replied flatly.

"Fine," Izuku said. The choice was made for him. If he didn't cooperate, he was going to jail. If he played ball, maybe he didn't end up in cuffs and put in Tartarus.

Naomasa motioned for Izuku to take a seat at the dining room table. The duo sat, and Sansa stood right behind him. "Just so you know, I have been given permission to use my quirk," Naomasa revealed. There were legal ramifications if he didn't reveal it when he questioned suspects. The main one being all information is inadmissible if he doesn't tell he was using his quirk.

Izuku leaned in close, interested in what the man meant. "What's your quirk?" Izuku asked him to clarifiy. Even though heroes didn't interest him anymore, quirks still did.

"Human Lie Detector," Naoamasa said.

Izuku perked up at the name. "So you can tell when someone is lying, huh?" Izuku deducted. It made him wonder if he had ever activated his quirk the few times they talked.

Naomasa activated his quirk and began his questioning, "Are you the monster that's been killing people the last couple of months."

Izuku kept it simple and answered, "No."

Truth, Naomasa detected. "Alright, how about your father. Is he the monster?"

Izuku shook his head before giving a humorless laugh, and Inko rolled into the kitchen doorway. "He's dead," Izuku says in relief. Naomasa and Sansa cast a glance at one another. Naomasa nodded to the cat-man. Truth. With being prompt, Izuku kept speaking, "My father was a street racer in the neighborhood. He was good, really good." Izuku gained a faraway look at the mention of his father being a good racer. Being in the car with his father was some of his most fond memories. Naomasa noticed Izuku's fist tighten, an obvious sign that he was a whirlwind of emotions. "He ended up costing some yakuza some money on a race. He tried to pay the man back, but it was a matter of honor by that point," Izuku let the idea hang in the air. Yakuza valued only two things: money and honor. Fuck with both of that, and you'd be lucky if you saw the following day.

Naomasa was a young officer when the yakuza were in their prime. The few crime scenes he had seen that they were responsible for made him lose his lunch. "Do you know where his body is?" Naomasa asked, curious if they could see the grave.

Izuku shrugged his shoulders before responding, "In an ocean, concrete in a building, maybe fed to a rabid beast. I don't know, detective." Inko looked away, upset that her son spoke of her deceased husband. A boy shouldn't be so cold when talking about his father's death.

Sansa took this chance to speak up and asked, "What about your father's car?" No matter the century, the Ghost Riders always had a counterpart with them. A form of transportation that was touched by their magic. Sansa knew that the car was close by. They were never far from their master.

Izuku felt his stomach sink at that question but kept his composure. Izuku knew lying would be useless, so he told them the truth, "I got it." The officer duo looked at each other in restrained excitement.

Naomasa stood up and demanded, "Where!?" Naomasa's powers told him it was the complete and utter truth.

Izuku stood up, dug into his pockets, and produced a key ring. He motioned to the door with his head and said, "I'll show you." He started to walk to the door.

Naomasa followed after and, as he did, gave an order to the remaining officers, "Stay here and stand guard. Make sure the woman is taken care of." One of the SWAT nodded while he eyed the back of the teen. He was following the monster to its den.

Unknown to them, the door to the Bakugous' apartment was cracked, and the lone red eye of Mitsuki looking through it. She didn't understand what was happening and why they followed Izuku, but she was worried.

Izuku led them to the garage that he used. The gate was down and was locked by a standard Master Lock. Casually he flicked through his keyring and called out, "Don't know what you want with my dad's car, but whatever." He shoved one key in the lock to act like it was the proper key, but when the lock didn't budge, he pulled it out and continued to search.

Naomasa detected a mix of truth and lies. "Just open the door," Naomasa commanded. If this was their car, they would have to act fast to slap the cuffs on this guy and haul him off to Tartarus.

Izuku got to the last key and shoved it into the lock. With a twist of his wrist, the lock popped open. Izuku took the lock off and squatted down to pull the gate up. He gave a look over the shoulder and saw the officers tense. Then, with a quick yank up, the garage gate slid up, clanking like a metronome as it went.

Sansa pulled his gun out of its holster as the gate went up, and Naomasa did the same. When the gate was fully opened, Naomasa quickly grabbed the teen by the shoulder and went to clamp the cuffs on Izuku. However, what he saw inside caused him to pause. Sansa stepped in and was wide-eyed. He watched Sansa look around the wreck and inspect it closely.

The car inside was a contorted mess of glass and metal. The hood was up, and the engine was bulging out of place. No glass wasn't either fractured like a spiderweb or just plain gone from the windows or windshield. The roof was concaved a rusted over. Naomasa thought it looked like a can that someone stepped on. The tires were flat and rotted, and the seats inside were a melted mess. It was a complete wreck that looked to have never been touched since it was a wreck. The cops walked in and looked at it in a mixture of shock and disappointment. "Is this what you were looking for, officers?" Izuku asked with skepticism.

Naomasa walked in with wide eyes. There was no possible way this was what he was looking for. 'But it was so similar,' Naomasa whined in frustration in his head. He went over the mangled metal mess and put a hand on it. He wiped his hand across it and found it covered in dust. This thing hadn't been moved in years. "It's old," Naomasa let slip as he examines the wreck.

"I wanted to have it fixed up, but I haven't had the time or money," Izuku commented from the garage's entrance. "If that's all, get out," Izuku told the police.

Naomasa let out an aggravated breath as he turned to leave. "Come on, Sansa. This isn't our man," Naomasa called out as he walked. He got to the garage exit and noticed he was still by himself. "Sansa?" Naomasa called out in confusion. He looked back to see what was keeping his partner.

Sansa looked over at the far side of the car. He gripped his bell before he started saying a prayer. While Sansa prayed, he placed a hand on the vehicle. There was no reaction from the car, but he glanced at Izuku and saw his left eye twitching. "Coming, sir," he said before letting go of the car. He walked by the teen, but not before shooting him a gleaming stare. Izuku fired a glare back.

Izuku watched the officers leave before reaching the gate and closing it before locking it. In the darkness of the garage, the car began to bend and contort itself back to normal. The roof pushed itself back out, and there was no more bend. The car had heard its master's command to break itself. It obeyed like always, but now it could go back to normal. It was going hunting with its master tonight.

Nenshō Gomu

Cid heard the familiar sound of his Impala coming back. He rushed out from behind the counter and to the door just to see it pull up. Cid shoved his hands in his pockets while watching the teen park his car. Izuku got out, walked out, and went to the shop owner. Izuku held out the key for the owner to take them. Cid gently took them from the teen. They jangled as they exchanged hands. Izuku looked at the old man and quietly thanked him, "Thank you for the car." Before Cid could ask what happened, Izuku was already past him and heading to the shop.

Police Station

Naomasa and Sansa through the police station as the center of resentment. Most of the officers looked at them with scorn as they walked into Naomasa's office. As they open the door, they find the commissioner sitting in Naomasa's chair with his arms crossed, one leg crossed over the other, and an expression that shows great displeasure. The dog-man glanced around, looking for someone. He then directed his gaze at Naomasa before barking out, "Well?" His harsh tone would have rattled any average person, but not Naomasa, who took it all in stride.

Naomasa stood tall and confident as he delivered the news. "It was a dead-end, sir," Naomasa replied.

Kenji's eyes narrowed, and his frown deepened as he stood. "Naomasa, I am going to say this one more time. Get that maniac off the streets, or you can find yourself another job," Kenji stood, towering over the more diminutive detective. Kenji then leaned down to be face-to-face, and his teeth were bared before he gave his last warning, "Do I make myself clear?" A growl left the chief's maw to punctuate his point.

Naomasa tensed and swallowed before answering with ire, "Crystal." Kenji then walked past the detective and officer before slamming the door shut. Naomasa went over to his chair and plopped into it. "Fucking hell," Naomasa breathed out. The stress of the job was getting to him.

Sansa looked through the window at the chief's retreating form and said, "What do we do now?" He wanted to know where they went from here. Sansa was playing ignorant. He knew the teen was the Ghost Rider. The prayer he performed was actually a spell, a simple locater spell. He wanted to locate the owner of the car, and the eye twitch of the teen was all the indication he needed. He would report his findings to the church. They would plan their next move when the remaining members made it to Japan.

"We're back to square one," Naomasa said as he leaned back and placed his hand over his eyes. He was entirely drained by today's ordeal. It was nerve-racking to be so close only to realize that they were wrong.

Apartment Complex

Toya paced, passing the large windows of his apartment. "Yes, sir, I understand that the warehouse was my responsibility," he said into a cellphone held by his ear. An even, deep voice on the other end spoke a few words. "I was able to recover a crate of them, sir," Toya told his boss as he looked at a crate in the corner of his apartment. The voice said a few more words. Toya felt his heart stop and couldn't find words. The voice on the other end called out to him, and he shook out of his stupor. "Of course, sir. I'll be waiting," the phone hung up when he was finished speaking. Overhaul was on his way to collect the last of his shipment. He hoped he would live after failing his boss so many times.

Toya felt his knees and body go weak, so he went to sit in one of his lounge chairs. Even since the attack on the backroom casino, his world had been flipped upside down. Food and drink had lost their luster. He felt someone was watching his every move. He couldn't sleep. He had nightmares of those soul-piercing inferno eyes and the voices of the people he wronged. Every night, they came to him telling him he would burn, and their agent was coming for him. That was why he moved into this apartment and outfitted it with state-of-the-art security. Bulletproof windows, fire-resistant furniture, a three-inch steel door, and security guards were stationed in the hallway that led to his room. It was the only way that he felt safe anymore.

He was jerked from his piece and quiet by shouting from the other side of his door. Toya went over to a set of televisions stacked on top of one another on the dining room table. Looking at the screen, he saw the trigger for his nightmares. The flaming skull monster was killing his guards with ease.

The first camera caught one guard getting a flaming chain wrapped around his neck before the monster pulled. The man's head came clean off, but no blood came out as the head landed in the hallway. The following television displayed the monster slamming a guard into the wall, the plaster taking the shape of the man. Another showed the monster launching a fireball at a man, and the screams made it to Toya's ears. Toya continued to stare at the monster that was coming for him. He jumped back in a yelp when the monster snapped its head up to look into the camera. It stared right at him through the screen. He watched the monster walk to his steel door and place a hand on it. Toya looked up to see his door glow orange from the heat.

Toya sprinted over to one of his cabinets and started ripping it apart. After throwing some expensive crystal glasses to the ground, he found what he was looking for. It was a small lockbox, and he ripped it open. Inside was a narrow four-inch barreled .44 magnum. However, the primary weapon was six red-tipped bullets. He grabbed the gun and exposed the cylinder with a flick of his wrist before he started loading the bullets.

Izuku stepped over the melted mess and into the apartment. He peeked around to look for his target. He found the man with his back turned and called out, "Hey, dickhead!" The started yakuza turned around like a frightened mouse. "You and I got unfinished business," Izuku said while pointing between them. Like a predator, he stalked toward his prey to finish what he started.

Toya turned around and laughed maniacally while pointing his gun at the monster. "You're not going to do shit!" Toya taunted before he fired, and the bullet went right into the monster's chest. These bullets are red in color and extremely special. They were able to take a person's quirk away. The bullets would do their job, and he could hand-deliver the monster that has been causing them trouble. The monster cradled its chest with both hands. Toya grinned, waiting for the expected result. It snapped its head up before continuing toward him. Toya inhaled sharply as he felt his skin begin to get goosebumps. He fired again, but this time the monster did pause in step. It kept coming. Toya let out a scream as he continued to fire. Four loud bangs resonated in the apartment. Toya continued to stare as he continued to pull the trigger. Only a clicking continues to happen.

Izuku walked right up to the yakuza, the gun's barrel pressed against his chest. He stared down at the man menacingly, and with a quick swipe, he took the gun from the shaking man. Toya put his hands up as the dam broke and tears leaked from his eyes. The yakuza's pathetic, stuttering voice begged, "P-p-p-lease, I don't want to die."

The flames hissed in annoyance at the groveling as Izuku grabbed the man by the front of his suit jacket and started to drag him to the windows. Toya tried to put up meager resistance as he told him repeatedly no. Izuku then tossed him at one of the big windows. Toya braced against the hit and scrambled to face him. The Rider's voice echoed in his head and told him to channel Hellfire if he wanted a new weapon. Izuku looked down at the gun and pulled it up to eye level. He admired the gun as he said, "Alright." Toya showed signs of hope as he thought Izuku was talking to him. Izuku channeled Hellfire into the gun and caused a metamorphosis to begin.

The steel turned black, and the gun's handle became burnt leather. The cylinder rotated, and fire shot out like an exhaust system. The leather became inscribed with a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth. Izuku took a chance to admire it before he snapped it at Toya's head and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the man's skull, going through the glass behind him and causing it to shatter. The momentum from the bullet made the yakuza go out the window and plummet to the ground below. Izuku peaked over the edge of the broken window before walking towards to exit of the apartment. As he walked out, Izuku snapped his fingers, and a tiny spark left his fingers before fluttering to the carpet. The tiny spark caused the carpet to smoke.

Overhaul sat in the backseat of a car as he was driven over to Toya's apartment. The man had been useless the past couple of weeks. He barely left his outfitted apartment and let his lieutenants do all the work. "We've arrived, sir," Shin called out from the driver's seat. They parked before Shin got out and opened his door for him. As he stepped out into the cold air, he adjusted his jacket as he gave instructions to Shin, "When we get up there…." He never got to finish as Toya's body smashed into the roof of his car. The duo jumped at the sudden noise. Overhaul then looked up and started to see the top floor was now an inferno as smoke leaked out from the top. "He struck," Overhaul muttered under his breath. This monster was starting to get annoying. He kept touching his possessions.

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AN: Hey all, here is chapter seven. I hoped you liked the drama in this one and enjoyed the game of cat and mouse that Izuku had with the police, but I promise that eventually, this game will come to an end. Enjoy the month of May, and I will be updating another story by its end.

Knox