The event has gone downhill quick. Aizawa – sensei was fighting, and losing ground quick. Thirteen has been incapacitated. Most of his classmates were unable to fight, not when they were all beaten up and exhausted from the scuffles earlier. Izuku looked around, finding something, anything that could alleviate his homeroom teacher. The Nomu was winning, and if he did not do anything, then Aizawa – sensei would be killed. He cannot allow that to happened. He heard explosions, and saw Bakugo had joined the fray, but was severely outmatched, judging from the bruises and the fact that he had been flung back. He felt the chill of ice, as Todoroki dashed in, intended to distract the beast, but to no avail. He looked at his hands. If he use One for All now, it would destroy his body, and rendered him unable to become a hero. A selfish part of him wanted to sit aside, to preserve his educational path, but he could not do it. Steeling his resolve, he ran ahead. Deep inside, he fervently wish someone, anyone, would come and help his teachers, help his classmates and most of all, help him. But wishes were fictional, and reality kicked in. With his determination set, Izuku steeled himself, and ready to lose it all.
On top of a building just outside the USJ, a figure in a delicate red tuxedo was watching the whole fight unfold before him.
"Hmm, a bit barbaric for my taste, but great entertainment nonetheless. Hmm hmm, yes, ladies and gents, here comes the Nomu, punching the teacher for the third time." The man mused to his microphone, more for himself than for others. "Oooohh, that has to break a rib or two. Ah, the sweet picture show of this era."
His two pointed deer ears twitched as he heard something…
"Oh? Someone wants a deal, then. Maybe I could get some fun out of this."
His grin stretched from ear to ear, showing two rows of sharp teeth. The figure chuckled to himself, and with a snap, he disappeared, leaving no evident he was there at all.
Izuku bounced painfully of the ground, staring up as the beast known as the Nomu continued to tear into his teacher defense. By his side, Bakugo was locked in combat with the smoke Villain, who had joined the fight when he saw the students were tag teaming the beast. Todoroki was busy distracting the Nomu, what's with his constant ice that slowed down the thing but to almost no avail. The beast would just barge right through his ice walls. Even Aizawa – sensei's Quirk was useless. Somehow, someway, the Nomu's Quirk? Quirks? could not be disabled. He dreaded that thought. Whatever those Villains did to this poor person, he was no longer a human. The exposed brain would have said enough. His punches were doing almost to no damage to the once – human, if the Shock Absorption was true, then he was at a disadvantage here. Still, he has to try. But what can he do? Wait for an opening to attack? No, too slow. The Nomu would have beaten his teacher by then. Rally his classmates for an attack? No, too risky. Use One for All to punch the Nomu? That did not really work, did it? What should he do? What could he do? He felt… helpless. He could do nothing but watch.
"You do realize that if you keep sitting here, they'll die, right? I ain't the one to complain, to be honest. Good entertainment should always be enjoyed with an audience."
Izuku whirled around, and was met with a grin full of sharp teeth. Said grin was wore on a pale face, with two red eyes and a red monocle starring back at him. A mop of red hair adorned his head, with what looked like deer ears and antlers. He wore an immaculate red tuxedo, completed with a bow and a cane, that somehow looked suspiciously like a microphone by his side. The hero in training sprung to his feet, muscles tensed, ready to fight this new Villain, even when his body has been exhausted, only for the man to casually wave him off.
"Relax, my dear. I'm not here for your life, not yet anyway. I'm here because I've just found a source of fun for me to enjoy, at least for a while."
Now that Izuku noticed, his voice was distorted, like that of an old radio. Hesitantly, he asked.
"What do you want with me, if not here to kill All Might?"
The man turned to him, and with a swift motion, slapped him on the back, and stretched his mouth upward.
"First thing first, smile my dear. You're never fully dressed without one. Second, dear…"
His voice trailed off, then the space around him distorted, statics filled the air, while his eyes turned to that of two radio volume buttons. Even the fighting have stopped, with everybody noticed the change in atmosphere. Then, the man spoke, still sporting that signature grin of his.
"If I ever wanted to kill you, you would have been dead before you even noticed me."
And as sudden as the changes were, everything were back to normal. Aizawa whipped around, and immediately used his Quirk on the new adversary, only to widened his eyes as his Quirk was not triggered. What?
"Nomu, kill that mob for interrupting the fight, then kill Aizawa." The irritated voice of the hand-covered-face Villain dragged him out of his thoughts, but the Underground Hero was a tad too late, as the Nomu has made a beeline for the man, fist cocked back. Izuku noticed the beast, jumped in front of the man and crossed his arms, ready to block the blow, only for the man to stepped out from his back.
"Hey, what are y.."
Too late, as the Nomu fist has already made contact. A cloud of dust was kicked up. Izuku stood frozen. Because he just saw someone got murdered. Because he could not pro-
A deep chuckle started him out of his daze.
"Well now, aren't you an eager audience. Wait in line my dear, or do I have to teach you some manners?"
A gale buffeted from the impact, blowing away the dust. There, in the stranger's palm, was the Nomu's entire fist. The beast tried to move its arm, it really did, if the trembling visible was any indication, and yet, it couldn't move an inch. The stranger, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes, his grin was still there.
"I have to admit, you have some strength my dear. However-"
The man flicked a finger, and to the shock of everyone around, the beast went flying backwards, almost at supersonic speed.
"From where I'm from, strength can only get you so far."
He then turned back to Izuku, whose mouth was still agape.
"My boy, I can help you. Fame, strength, women, money, anything. But-"
Somehow, his grin stretched further.
"Everything comes with a price. That power of yours, One for All, is it? I can help you use it to its full potential."
Izuku's mind blanked. He could faintly heard a voice to tell him to get away, but the words of the strange man in front of him was too tempting. Full use of his Quirk would mean he could help his fellow peers. He could help his teacher. He could beat the Nomu…
A hand was presented to him, a green glow emanated from it.
"So? Do we have a deal then?"
He looked at the hand. The rational part of him told him that this would be the worst choice of his life. To shake that hand would mean to forfeit his life, but the selfish of him, the part of shame, of fear, of wants demanded him to shake it. Izuku hesitated. He contemplated to pros and cons. What could be the worse out of this deal? What could he lost? If he had this power, then he could even turn the deal on its head. Hesitantly, the hero-in-training reached out his hand, closing and opening it all the while. The stranger held a patient grin on his face. Finally, seemingly to have come to a conclusion, Izuku grasped the hand and clasped it. A bright green glow shined from the point of the shake.
Then came a mad cackle.
"Splendid! You have made a great choice, yes indeed-dy. I, ALASTOR, THE RADIO DEMON, HEREBY DECLARED THE PACT BETWEEN ME AND THE KID. I see great things coming your way."
Izuku recoiled, held his hand tight as something burned onto it. He looked at it, an icon depicting a smiling face with antlers.
"Now, for your first favor, my treat." The voice drew him out of his thoughts. The man stood there, hands behind his back, watching as the Nomu came rushing for where it was flung of to. His red eyes narrowed, a hand clenched. To everone's horrifying shock, a giant, dark portal opened up. From it, tentacles of eldritch being flung out and grabbed the Nomu. The beast struggled against the restraint, as anything should. The man relaxed his hand, and snapped. The tentacles retreated back through the portal, dragging the screaming beast with them.
The man turned to Izuku
"You can have anything you want, just ask. However, when your time comes, and your soul departed from your body-"
Space once again distorted, demonic runes etched themselves into reality. His eyes once more changed to that of two radio buttons, and grin became manic. He opened his hand, and on it, a white wisp floating.
"It will be mine, stuck in Hell for all eternity."
Just as fast as the events came, it was gone. The man, no, demon returned to his normal state.
"Well, enjoy life while you have it. Goodbye for now, ladies and gents."
And with a snap, he was gone, leaving behind a dazed crowd, and a now very regretting Izuku.
Hey guys, Mana here. I don't really do anymore long stories, just one shots for now. Yeah, someone is screwed in this one alright. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy, and maybe this could turn out to be a long story. Who knows. Please review, I love reading those.
