Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, Ruby enlists Denki and Minoru to help her get Izuku back from Melissa and Neon. Meanwhile, Katsuki and Weiss meet with Neito and Manga to act on their plan to sabotage Izuku. Then, Izuku is cornered in the clutches of temptresses. How will he be able to endure this ordeal? Mishaps, misadventures, and hijinks continue. Enjoy!
Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}
When Denki opened the door to the dressing room, he was holding an ice pack. As instructed, Ruby told him to lock the door behind him. Apparently, he and Minoru were the only people she could trust for the time being…well more him than Minoru.
"It may not be my Crescent Rose but it sure as hell can slice and dice any zucchini-shaped objects." The redhead had a menacing glare toward the grapehead dwarf who was sitting across from her – wielding a switchblade she kept in her purse. At least the cum-guzzling whore from the land of fruits and nuts didn't swipe that from her purse.
When it comes to being with the grapehead teen, there will never be a dull moment.
"Minoru, when are you gonna learn?" The electric blond murmured while handing the ice pack to the grapehead dwarf. Minoru remained still as he sat on the couch with his hand around his swollen eye. Nothing says making a great first impression to the foreign Remnant teen by making an obscene comment about her risque appearance.
"I got you some bottled water to go with those pills." Denki said to Ruby. She nodded as a sign of thanks as she took the bottle to use to swallow her medication.
"Not to be in your business, but I didn't really think pills like that existed," said Denki as he stood in the center between his best friend and Ruby. "Would definitely cut down on crime and manage the yandere population." "Didn't think you would be among that group as well."
"It is more experimental," said Ruby as she capped the water bottle. "However, it has a 90% success rate." She then glared at Minoru. "But chances greater than one can be a problem. Right, you pervert?"
"It isn't like I'd touch you or anything. It was the slip of the tongue. Honest!" The dwarf responded pleadingly. One could say that he couldn't help himself. The years of indulging in hentai and pornography can dilute his perception of reality and fantasy. Nevertheless, it didn't stop Ruby from giving him a not-so-unfamiliar sensation of womanly affection to his face. By now, the dwarf was surprised that he hadn't become immune to the blows.
"A slip of the tongue is a curse word or two. A slip of the tongue is when we make word vomit," she retorted. "Telling your friend that my 'lips' are redder than my hair isn't the slip of the tongue." She furrowed her eyebrows. "If this was Vale, you would have been thrown into a pit of Grimm." She then folded her arms. "Oum forbid if you were in Atlas or Vacuo with that foul mouth of yours."
Denki took off his buttoned-down shirt and handed it to the redhead teen. "This should help for the time being and hopefully take away any distraction from any of us." Ruby thanked him as she grabbed the shirt and put it on. If this was under a different circumstance, the electric blond would have been turned on. However, he had to be the lesser pervert of the two. She was under the impression that they were backstage because they took a wrong turn to Albuquerque.
He leaned against the table behind him. "Please forgive my friend. He means no disrespect. He was weaned a bit too soon from his mother."
"Define soon," retorted Ruby. "If I didn't know any better, he still has remnants of his mother's tits on his breath."
"Ouch!" Denki thought to himself before bowing once again. It definitely didn't help Minoru's case since Ruby was sporting a switchblade — still aimed at Minoru. "He's very, very sorry. Isn't that right, Minoru?"
Minoru nodded quickly. "A reflex, if you will." He apologetically bowed. "I promise that it won't happen again."
"Hmpf!" Ruby stared at him with a grimace look. "If you say so. For your sake!" She continued glaring at him, then deciding to rest the knife on her lap. "You're lucky that you're good friends with Izuku!"
She closed the pocketknife, inserting it in between her chests. In retrospect, she should have kept it on her in the first place, particularly earlier when Melissa locked her in the closet. She wouldn't fret. Melissa wasn't forgotten as she was in the front of Ruby's mind. The act was unforgivable and she was now incandescent with rage — she took someone that didn't belong to her.
She didn't want to cause a scene. Punching Minoru in the eye with her elbow was enough to cause a stir. Denki was kind enough to divert attention and bring her back to the dressing room. Ozpin's Yan-Away pills were Melissa and Minoru's savior as it was time to take them. But for Melissa's case, she took half a pill. When she finds that American bitch, she is going to be minced meat.
As of now, she had to keep a calm, steady composure. Izuku was missing and somewhere being touched by some slutty harlots. They will keep for a moment or two and that was all she was going to say concerning those matters. Murderous thoughts of being covered in their entrails was quite riveting…and amatory!
Denki dried the sweat from his hands on his pants. Although a bit too late, a formal greeting was in order. He had the chance to briefly meet her at the natatorium earlier that day but didn't properly introduce himself. Plus, her presence alone was enough to make her the center of attention from his classmates — especially when she entered the swimming area holding Izuku bridal style.
He rubbed the sweat off one more thing before reaching his hands out to her. "So…a bit…well…I'm Denki Kaminari." He shifted his head toward Minoru. "And my herbivore friend over there is Minoru Mineta. Once again, he is sorry for earlier!" His hands were in a praying position.
Minoru did a half-wave to the redhead teen but he was smart enough not to make eye contact. Plus, he was too occupied tending to his swollen-shut black eye.
Since she could tell Denki was making greater effort than his perverted friend, she felt she could trust him. She appeased herself and extended her hand, returning his handshake. "I am Ruby Rose. Nice to meet your acquaintance." She looked over to Minoru. The dwarf flinched, knowing that he was being sought again. "Despite unfortunate circumstances!"
"Sorry!" Minoru answered with watering eyes. "Have mercy on this poor soul."
Denki nervously smiled while rubbing the back of his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you…officially that is!" He bowed to the redhead. In return, she, too, bowed.
"A pleasure to meet you as well…" She paused, glaring harshly at the grapehead teen, which in turn, swallowed a large lump in his throat. "...and that thing you called a friend. Let me tell you something in Minoru, do you want to know what they do to perverts like you where I am from? We strip you down, cover you in breadcrumbs and leave you tied up in the woods for the Grimm to break you off like a wishbone."
The grapehead dwarf's eyes were wide as saucers.
"Quite amusing if you ask me," she said while smiling. "The triumphant finale is when we no longer can hear the screams of the pervert being torn from limb to limb, it is when we hear the sound of your skull popping." She furrowed her eyes. "Would you like to see that, Mi-no-ru?!"
The dwarf's eyes were watering. He reached and tugged Denki's collar. "So those Yan-Away pills? How long or how much does she supposed to take before it settles in?"
About twenty minutes later…
Denki had the door ajar to keep watch of Melissa and Xellos. He received word from Ruby that she believed that the whatchamacallit and Melissa were working together, therefore Xellos couldn't be trusted. With his back against the wall, he kept his eyes peeled. It went without saying that the redhead was working on a plan.
Either it was a blessing from Oum or the others wouldn't think Ruby would find these things useful or resourceful, the witch was using this tonight. Still wearing Denki's shirt, she managed to find a pair of pants and some shoes. She happened to find a long green wig and decided to don the look.
"This should work. She shouldn't be able to recognize me," she said, more so to herself. She needed to figure out Izuku's whereabouts. What she did gather from Denki and Minoru, which she later found out that the duo had snuck in, was that the backstage area consisted of two floors. She wasn't familiar with dressing rooms that could have multiple floors. Nevertheless, Izuku was residing in front of them. Plus, she figured if Melissa and Xellos were working together, then who knows what other cohorts were working with them.
"Put on this wig." Ruby said to Minoru as she picked one from the shelf. Honestly, Ruby has no strategy. Everything at this point was impromptu. This wasn't her first time to do something out of the blue. Back in Remnant, she stopped some goons from robbing a store that harbored Dust. Although risky, she pulled through and it showed her resilience and recognition into the Academy.
However, her Crescent Rose wasn't present and technically, she shouldn't be doing this in the first place. Be that as it may, she needed to be solution-oriented. She wasn't leaving this place without Izuku, even if it meant cracking some skulls with the hands that Oum gave her. She may not have her weapon and her semblance and aura may not be necessary. Nevertheless, this was Earth. On her way to the Midoriya residence, she overheard Mr. Shield stating that her daughter was Quirkless.
In other words, who needs a weapon when Oum blessed her with civilization's most primitive tool – her hands!
"Umm, Ruby…not that I mind wearing a wig and an outfit that looks similar to La Brava, what is the reason for this?" Minoru asked inquisitively. When looking at himself in the mirror, all he saw was a nigh-perfect copy of La Brava, except that instead of wine-red hair, he was sporting a purple pigtail wig.
"You're on a need to know basis. Now shut it," replied Ruby. "Look at this as atonement. And that isn't enough motivation, you wouldn't like me to introduce you to my sister, Yang. If she gets wind on what you did, she wouldn't mind fucking with you the long way…pardon my Earth talk."
Minoru didn't have a dissent opinion on the matter. He simply nodded, doing whatever he could not to deal with her sister.
Denki, keeping his eyes peeled to the door, looked peripherally to Ruby. "So, what I am looking for is a tall adronygnous male that looks similar to a certain purple-haired Juraian. Is that right?"
"Sí, senor!" Ruby answered while she put the switchblade into her pants pocket. "I have read enough books to know who is the queen bee's second-in-command."
"What's the plan?" Denki asked.
"Here's the thing…I don't know," answered Ruby.
"Nani?"
Ruby stuck out her tongue as she managed to find a green bandana. "Well, with our limited resources, we gotta make do with what we got." She turned around. "How else did you guys come here in the first place without backstage passes?" She winked at the teen, which made him blush with embarrassment.
Denki tapped his index fingers together. "I am not partially at fault."
"Don't look at me," retorted Minoru. "You could've easily said no."
"Ahem!" She cleared her throat. "We improvise. If I know anything about heroes, it is that you must expect the unexpected. The League of Villains aren't gonna care if you aren't prepared."
"How do you know about the League?" Denki asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Never go to a place without at least doing some investigating." She giggled. "You can say I did some homework about this school and Pro Heroes and the obstacles that come with the job — that and how the school itself is built like Fort Knox plus the space station from Star Wars."
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you were an otaku," said Denki. "With respect!"
"A life-long learner, a nerd, an otaku — whichever the chips may fall." Ruby said as she felt she was ready to leave the dressing room. "And when we find Izuku, a vindicator."
"We're playing by ear. I get that," said Denki. "What is the plan for the Juraian-looking girly dude when we see him or he sees us?"
She bit into her lip. "Clothy-cloth ears. I don't know. Still thinking. You do know those pills do carry side effects."
"Right~!" Denki said.
"Whatever it is, think fast." Minoru responded. "These pantyhoses are starting to dig into my butt. I don't see how you girls can do this on a daily basis."
"Consider yourself lucky. That is close to a feminine touch you're ever gonna get," retorted Ruby. As she turned around, a thought suddenly was produced in her brain. She then turned to Minoru. "Good Oum, Minoru, you're a genius."
"I am?" He pointed to himself.
"Yes!"
"Well…alright, neat!"
"I would kiss you but I don't want cold sores," retorted the redhead. "These lips are reserved for Izuku! Heaven knows how many stolen panties you kissed with that mouth."
"..." Minoru frowned. "Damn, God. Why me? Why am I born to be like this?" He scratched his lip. "Man, my corner lips itches. I should have known better than to sneak into Hitoshi's dorm after seeing her leave with those two American soldiers. I should stick to naive, nubile girls like Pony or Reiko."
"What's the keikaku?" Denki asked as Ruby came forward and closed the door. She took his arm and turned him in Minoru's direction.
"That's the keikaku," said Ruby. She clapped her hands. "I knew being around Weiss taught me something." She returned to the shelves where the wigs were located. She then looked at the clothes hanging from the rack. "Denki, how familiar are you with The Rocky Horror Picture Show?"
"To know there are cuter traps in anime than that film," he answered, shuddering at the thought.
"How good are your acting skills?"
Denki arched an eyebrow. "Where are you going with this?"
She produced a smile. "Like the great Xellos would say, 'it's a secret!'" She may dislike the guy but couldn't help how catchy his catchphrase was. She sorted through the gear to find clothes suitable for his size. "Try these on."
"Seriously, Ruby. I don't mind helping but—" He was cut off when clothes were shoved in his direction.
"We're going to play their game," she told Denki. "However, it's gonna require you two to play the part. Nothing brings people closer together than pride and unity."
"English, please."
"You two will get fresh with Xellos," she said.
"Whatcha talkin' bout, Ruby?" Minoru said, using his best Gary Coleman impression.
"Get fresh! See what you can do to lure him," said Ruby. "There are too many people in this room. Act like you're part of the act. If necessary, flirt with him a little."
"Umm…Earth to Ruby, Minoru prefers tacos over hot dogs," responded Minoru. "I don't do that funny shit. No offense!"
"I didn't say go to bed with him. Plus, this is Japan. And if Astolfo is waifu for everybody, then he will work. He looks like a girl, so use your imagination," said Ruby. "And with you two acting as bait, I will come in for the killshot. With him tied up, we can get information out of him."
"Would it be easier if I stay looking like a dude and Minoru be the girl," asked Denki.
"Whose side are you on," protested Minoru.
"No discussion. Both of you are dressing up. Trust me, the eyes don't lie," said Ruby. "Anyway, we're wasting time and by now, I fear Izuku is on his second round." She looked at Denki. "Hurry up and make a move on, okay."
If this blows up in their face, at least he has something to talk about when he comes back to school in a few weeks. A blessing that he has a morbid sense of humor. He also knew that Kyouka was a fan of glam rock so that was another notch added to his belt. He grabbed the clothes and proceeded to get dressed.
"I am no skeptic," interjected Minoru, still having second thoughts. "Would it be easier if we were to talk with someone. I mean Deku does stand out. Surprised we haven't seen a trail of blood being surrounded by these cute babes."
The redhead calmly touched the dwarf's shoulder, proceeding to grasp it tightly.
"It may suck being a herbivore and an incel, but you must know how women operate," answered Ruby. "Birds of a feather flock together. The entire time I was here, nobody spoke with me. Who wants to rub hands with the girl who's gonna steal the show at the end."
The dwarf stared blankly at the girl.
"Aww, c'mon. I'll explain on the way." Ruby led the way as Minoru and Denki followed. Denki was the most skeptical as the plan itself wasn't foolproof. He had some thoughts but could tell that she was taking this more personally as an attack. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Either way, he and Minoru put themselves in the position and must serve as pawns. He prayed to God that it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. "Deku is shy but Deku is tough. He may be quirkless for the season but it doesn't mean he lacks strength. Plus, I didn't picture Melissa being a bitch. She was nice to me and Minoru when we visited I-Island. She even gave Minoru his props after he ran through the Central Tower to save the whole island from a group of Villains. Girls are very strange when they are around each other, I guess."
They weren't a few feet from the dressing room when Minoru fell fast forward. He snagged himself with his dress.
"We're so gonna fail!" Denki thought to himself.
Meanwhile….
Weiss and Katsuki were playing cards. The spiky-haired blond sat on the floor as Weiss sat on the milk crate. The calvary was taking longer than usual and his security friend hasn't responded back yet. It was by the grace of God that his father has been keeping in touch with him — the false premise of knowing when Izuku was going on. The minutes were fading and the window was closing. Nevertheless, Deku was not going to walk away from this scot-free tonight. Even if it meant being seen by the entire carnival. If being suspended, or worse, expelled from school, it was worth it.
No one was going to embarrass Katsuki Bakugo and get away with it.
"Go fish!" Weiss said as she slapped the card down to the ground.
Katsuki raised his eyebrow. "Weiss, we're playing gin."
The Snow Princess stared blankly at the teen momentarily. Instead of a quip, her face softened and pulled back her card into the deck. "Oh, that's what we're playing." She still looked at her card momentarily before putting the card down to the ground. "Gin!"
"Bullshit!" Katsuki commented. He took hold of Weiss' cards. She was correct.
"You learn a thing or two being around the commoners and the servants back home," she commented. "Wanna play again?"
The blond shook his head in disagreement. The last thing he needed was another loss. "Nah!" The teen stood up and looked into the darkness of the loading bay. Pondering on a contingency plan, he received a text from his friend.
"About fucking time!" Katsuki said excitedly. He turned to Weiss. "The calvary is arriving as we speak." He feverishly rubbed his hands. "We're this close to our getback."
She nodded in lieu of speaking. In her hands, she was holding her cell phone. Katsuki could hear the phone vibrating. "You wanna answer that? I can go elsewhere if you want."
"Nah! The last thing I need is buyer's remorse," she answered.
"One of your friends?"
"Yeah. If you want to call her that."
"You and I both," said Katsuki. "Had a so-called friend earlier in the night trying to stop me from doing this." He spat on the ground. "All the times Eijiro would be down for me, this would be the one time he turns me down." He squatted to the ground. "He was supposed to be my best friend and he isn't here to even see this through." He looked up to Weiss. "Well, fuck a friend, right?"
"Look, I know we've talked earlier about this, but take it from this. Has he done anything personally to you?"
"Occupying my space!"
"Weiss?"
"I don't care what you, Ruby, or Yang suggest. A boy is always perverted. He lurks and checks every nook and cranny."
Weiss was unable to answer that question. The very person who she was avoiding was calling her phone as she stood there.
"Earlier today, I...I...think I can be harsh sometimes with strangers. Especially around you or the others."
"I know. But, I often come off as territorial."
"I say it because of the way I may have treated Izuku or any other boy, I can be quite standoffish. And that could be the reason why Neptune refused me. I am very tough with men."
"Normal to the point in which I am called Medusa, a witch, a bitch, and a lesbian?"
"Well, rumors and hearsays hurt, Blake. I can't help how I feel. I am tough. In a sense, I think I know what I like. But, it is difficult to explain."
"Weiss? Earth to Weiss!"
The phone stopped vibrating. Sweat moistened her palms as she held onto the phone tightly. She could feel her stomach tying into knots. She could feel the moisture of sweat collecting under her arms. She also felt the tingling sensation going up and down her spine. "Why…why…no! No! No way in hell am I…why do I feel guilty?"
"I know this sounds weird coming from me but…last night was special to me, Izuku. I had never felt like this with anyone before."
"Yeah! It feels weird, Blake. It does. Although you are my first…well, everything, it is like I've known you all of my life."
"Me, too, Izuku!"
The Snow Princess squeezed her eyes tight. She refused to shed tears. She refused to have guilt clotting her conscience. This wasn't her fault. This was Izuku's fault. He was the reason why her teammates/best friends turned on her. He was the reason he took Blake away from her – the very one she loved and trusted. A true confidant, an angel in her eyesights, a true friend indeed.
How in the last 48 hours can a person take that away from her? Here standing in her front was someone that understood her plight. A savior, if she would call it. They may have their differences, nevertheless, they were torn from the same cloth. This boy had created enemies and had broken many hearts. How could people look at him and see innocence? Deku was a foul creature, a pervert, a menace, and a leech. And for that, he must suffer.
Weiss approached Katsuki and took his hand. The spiky-haired blond was surprised when she was cradling her face with his hand. She took it down and grabbed it tightly. "You're right! Fuck a friendship."
Katsuki intertwined his fingers with hers, rubbing it gently. "To our so-called friends."
The Snow Princess nodded in agreement. "If they don't understand, then we must prove it."
"To hell with Deku."
"Yeah! Screw him, that pervert!"
It was the sound of the horn that interrupted their moment. Katsuki let go of her hand and stared at the bright lights covering him. He smiled. "Like a mirage in the desert, there is our truck!"
The 1970 Datsun 1500 double cab pickup truck made its presence known to any stranger in the darkness. Neito could be seen in the driver's side making whooping noises. Manga, who was on the passenger side, decided to get out of the vehicle.
"It's about time you bastards got here." Katsuki said when he approached Neito's side. "Beginning to think you guys were having second thoughts."
The copycat blond decided not to rebuttal as he was one of his benefactors to receive money for this. "Sorry." He cut off the engine and turned off the lights. "No way am I missing an opportunity to torch Deku. Not even for the world."
"Not even for Pony?" Manga asked teasingly.
"Piss off!" Neito hissed at his classmate/cohort. "Anyway…it wasn't easy trying to duplicate Uncle's keys. He keeps it on them like it's pure gold."
Manga walked around the car to join the others. "Probably because you go for a joyride every chance you get."
Neito dug into his ear with one of the keys. "Ain't nothing else to do out in the sticks. Mom and Dad would pick this summer to spend their vacation in Madagascar and here I am shucking corn." He crossed his arm. "He must have got me mixed up with one of those hic—" He cut himself off when he saw a pretty damsel standing above the platform.
Neito clicked his tongue in an alluring manner, appealed by the beauty that stood above him. She was certainly a sight for his sore eyes. "When did you get a girlfriend, Bakugo?"
"Huh?" Then it hit him about Weiss. "Oh!" The blond showcased his shit-eating grin. "Oh! Just one of my scoomers."
"Scoomer?" Manga questioned him.
"A sneaky link. A little fling. A dip then dip. A come and go?" He clicked his tongue. "C'mon, kids! Keep up with the lingo." He smiled at them. "That tall drink of water is Weiss Schnee. As in the Weiss Schnee from the Schnee Dust Company dynasty."
Neito and Manga stared blankly at Katsuki. "And we should know this, why?" Neito asked.
"You must not read the business column of the newspaper."
"They still waste paper? Who actually picks up a newspaper anymore," retorted the copycat blond.
"And I still call bullshit. That is no way in hell that foreign beauty is your girl," said Manga, crossing his arms.
"Way, Bubs!" Katsuki smirked as he brought out his phone. "That pretty gaijin of mine comes from money."
Manga clicked his tongue. "Judging by her snobbish appearance…makes sense!"
"By the way, she doesn't think I am a complete utter jerk either." Katsuki wore a confident smile when he showed pictures of him and Weiss hugging each other. The 1-B boys saw Weiss buried in his chest and the blond returning her 'love' by burying his face in her hair.
"..." There was another pregnant silence.
"What's wrong?! Cat got your tongue? Struck a nerve, boys?" The blond nodded in self-approval. "Yeah…this boy has charm!"
"Okay, spill it, Bakugo! What sort of dirty secret do you have of her?!" Neito said to him.
"You're extorting her, aren't you?! Admit it!" Manga cried.
Katsuki blew a raspberry. "As if. Weiss and I met in Geneva during holiday. Her father and my father are business partners. Anyway, while the adults are away, the kids will play." The blond nodded happily, showing self-approval.
"No way, dude!" Manga cried.
"Impossible!" Neito said.
"Because she's over there I won't speak too loud, so come closer." He grabbed each of their shoulders and pulled them in closer to him. "Weiss plays stuck up and hard to get…at first. But, when I lay it down, she calls me Papa. Daddy is only for her father."
"Wait a minute? You two are doing it?" Neito questioned the blond.
"Hand to God!" Katsuki said with a smirk on his face. "And let me say this. I taught her some things. She is a great pupil when it comes to the ways of love. She loves this sensei." Bakugo scrolled further into the gallery and showed them a selfie of himself receiving a blowjob. The white-haired girl looked delighted and made peace signs. Katsuki in his picture wore a confident smirk.
The boys took the phone. "It does look like her." Manga commented.
"I figured you had a thing for white girls. With the last name, Schnee. Isn't that German?" Neito asked, couldn't get his eyes off the girl giving Bakugo a blowjob.
"Now you believe me, you damn naysayers?" Katsuki smirked triumphantly as he watched as their jaws dropped.
"She looks like she's enjoying it…" Neito muttered.
"And she isn't puking her guts out…" Manga did the same.
"Weissy here is unmistakably a go-getter," retorted Katsuki. "She learns her lessons well and yet, she wants to learn more." He grinned some more. "She happens to be in town on holiday and now wants an adjunct course. So, after we take care of Deku, we're gonna go to the Ritz-Carlton and make up for lost time. If you want, I can see if she would like an audience. She does like exhibition play."
"No way, dude," retorted Neito. "Does she mind taking turns? I wouldn't mind sharing."
"And if he does it, so do I," responded Manga feverishly.
"I said watch, not participate," said Katsuki with a frown on his face.
"In that case, I'll pass," replied Neito, showing a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Aww, what's wrong, Monoma? Sad cause you still spend nights creaming your sheets over Pony?" Katsuki teased him.
The copycat blond flinched slightly and his cheeks barely reddened. "I don't know what you're talking about." He glanced to the side.
"Heh! Who's the jealous prick now, huh?"
Neito strained his collar, keeping his composure and returned back to the matter at hand. "So…yeah!" He began to walk toward the cab of the truck. "Everything we need is in the back."
"Okay," responded Katsuki. "As you guys do that, I'm going to check on my gal." He winked to the others as he proceeded to walk up the steps. Neito and Manga turned to him.
"Aren't you gonna help?" Manga asked.
"You guys are getting paid, right?" Katsuki retorted and then walked back to the loading dock.
"Whatever!" Neito said as he walked to the cab of the truck. He kept his eyes on the blond and the white-haired girl until he felt it was safe to talk. "You owe me twenty bucks."
"That doesn't prove anything," retorted Manga as he pulled down the cab door. "That could be a wig, a weave, or extensions. Otokonoko are a growing group in this country."
"It looked like her, didn't it? No way Katsuki swings that way. You saw the pictures."
"Still unconvinced." Manga retorted. "Either way, I'll give you $10 now and the other $10 later. But for now, let's get the merchandise."
The merchandise consisted of one large wooden barrel and a backpack. Manga holsted the backpack on his back and helped Neito with the barrel. The duo took their time walking toward the stairs of the loading dock.
Once arriving, they were able to properly upright the barrel. Katsuki walked away from Weiss when seeing what he hoped.
"Excellent!" The blond rubbed his hands feverishly. The moment of revenge was upon him. "Oh, Manga and Neito, this is Weiss." He extended his hand to the Snow Princess. "Weiss Schnee, the blond is Neito Monoma."
Neito nodded at the Snow Princess. "Bezaubert, mein Schatz." He extended his hand and kissed her hand. The Snow Princess rolled her eyes. A genius wasn't necessary to know that he was obviously flirting with her.
"And this guy here is Manga Fukidashi," said Katsuki.
"Wow!" Weiss said in a startled voice. "There are actually real people like you?"
The dialogue bubble was taken aback. "What do you mean you people?"
Katsuki interjected and stood between the two. "Give her some space. She isn't that aware of our universe."
"She should know," replied Manga, showing offense. "Just because she's German doesn't mean a damn thing. There are people with quirks out there as well."
"German." Weiss raised an eyebrow. "I never said I was German."
Katsuki laughed. "Of course, not. I was mentioning to them that your first name is German. Weiss is German for white, correct?"
Weiss stared blankly at the trio of boys.
Katsuki cleared his throat. The last thing he wanted or needed was to stir trouble. How could he tell Weiss the lie he concocted at the last minute with the 1-B boys?
"Okay." The spiky-haired blond cracked his neck. "Listen up." He took a deep breath. He couldn't believe that he and the others were actually doing this. "We're all here for one reason — getting back at Deku." He pointed at the barrel. "The contents in that barrel are going to do some things that are going to make that bastard rue the day that he had messed with me…us!"
He placed his hand on the barrel, coveting it like precious treasure. "Ever seen the movie Carrie?"
Manga, Neito, and Weiss looked at each other and then looked at Katsuki, nodding in confirmation.
"Great! So, I don't have to get too in-depth. Unlike pig's blood, this barrel contains something much worse." He patted the barrel. "Dad got us backstage passes for us so we don't have to worry about clearance. There is a balcony above the stage in which they used for props or in this instance, being archangels."
Katsuki grabbed his cell phone and clicked on the gallery that showed pictures of the stage. This wasn't his first time being there as his father uses that venue often. "Neito and Manga, you are in the wings. Be sure to be my eyes and ears so that no one would interfere. The balcony is high enough so that nobody can see us so we're covered on that part."
He looked at the time on his cell phone. There was enough time to prepare before the grand finale. He knew that the time to get the concoction together and then travel to the auditorium was going to require a bit of time. Judging by the weight of the barrel, the contents were heavy.
"Weiss, because you and I are one and the same, your job is to help me pour the contents onto Deku the moment he steps on stage."
"How do you know if the timing is right," questioned Neito. "Fashion shows tend to drag or delay."
"You don't know my father. The show goes on. On time is on time with him," retorted the spiky-haired blond. He grinned mischievously. "Deku gets tortured and humiliated. Revenge completed." He looked around at the trio. "Any questions, comments, concerns?"
No one showed a dissent opinion between each other.
"Good! One less thing to worry about." Katsuki responded. He saw the backpack that Manga was sporting and grabbed it. "Is the crowbar in there?"
"Everything on the list, man," responded Manga.
Katsuki opened the backpack and saw the crowbar. It was going to be needed to open the top of the barrel. "Alright. Let's see the tar that we're gonna make Deku stew in." Using the crowbar, he popped the top. As the top landed on the ground, he looked inside to see the contents.
Immediately, his face furrowed. When seeing the contents, it didn't have the strong and pungent odor that tar has. The smell itself was extremely sharp and rancid, like bad paint. Grabbing the crowbar, he dipped it inside of the container. Upon pulling it back, he sniffed the contents on the crowbar, confirming what he had initially thought — this wasn't tar!
"Monoma, you dumbass," he barked at the copycat blond. "This isn't tar!"
"What are you talking about?" Neito interjected. "My uncle keeps tar as a water repellent for his boat. That has to be it."
"You might want to double check because this isn't tar. Smells like bad paint," said Katsuki, showing that he was obviously in a bad mood.
The copycat blond approached the barrel and took the crowbar from Katsuki. He sniffed the content, becoming repulsed by the scent. Katsuki was right. This wasn't tar but sour paint. "Shit!" Monoma cursed himself. "Damn, there was that one thing he told me to do yesterday."
"Fuck!" Katsuki barked loudly. "No tar!" He kicked the ground. "You retards have one fucking job and you still couldn't get that right."
"Excuse the hell out of us. So my uncle didn't label the barrels this time," responded Neito.
"What's going on?" Weiss chimed in.
"These bastards don't have the tar and got sour paint," answered Katsuki, definitely not in a good mood.
The white-haired teen folded her arms, not hiding her disappointment. "When you let a boy do a man's job."
Neito stomped his foot. "Look, I'm sorry. Why does it matter? We're here to embarrass Deku, not scar him. Who cares what it is. The point is to make him look bad." Suddenly, it finally dawned on the copycat blond on Katsuki's intentions. "Wait a minute. You really wanted to harm Deku? I mean hurt him, hurt him."
"What other reason did I ask for tar, dumbass?" Katsuki barked at him. "Arts and crafts? Getting facials?"
Manga stepped in between the dueling boys. "Guys. Chill out!" He took some breaths. "Monoma made a mistake and got the wrong stuff. If anything, bro, this might be divine intervention."
"Manga, the last thing I need is another fucking sermon," retorted Katsuki. "I would personally see to it that I get that little fucker before he leaves this island. Even if it means choking the life out of him.
Neito took this opportunity and peered over to Weiss. "Weiss, right. So, what did Deku do to get him like this…this time?"
"He's breathing. That's why!" Weiss responded, giving him the stink eye. "What's your excuse?"
"Right~!" Realizing that this wasn't going any further, the copycat blond stepped away.
Katsuki wanted to tear everything in this place apart. He wasn't going to allow Deku to win. He wasn't going to leave scot-free. He took steady breaths, telling himself that it has to be always him that has to be solution-oriented. "This should have ended at Aldera…" He shut his eyes momentarily. Time was of the essence.
"You know what, I can't even get mad. This was at the last minute. I won't put all of the blame on you boys." Katsuki looked at Neito. "I got some leftover 'water' balloons that I can pour inside of the barrel. Think your quirk can be useful?"
"Sure. But, what about the treaty?" Neito asked.
"Fuck that treaty. Fuck what it stands for," replied Katsuki. "He is getting his ass pounded tonight and I want to come on him first." He reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet. "$200. $100 for each of you right here and now. Use your quirk to duplicate these balloons. We can mix it up in the paint."
The copycat blond didn't like Deku but he also didn't like breaking the treaty either. Nevertheless, if money talks….
"You didn't forget the feathers. Please have that." Katsuki asked Manga.
"We got that. Don't worry!"
The blond looked at the clock. He believed he could make it. "Go help Neito with the balloons and the barrel." He looked at Weiss. "Shall we go."
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the auditorium."
"What about the guys?"
"My friend has them." He had Neito's keys in his hand. "This isn't a limo or a Rolls Royce but it moves."
"As long as I am not driving," she answered. "Aren't you too young to drive?"
"Doesn't matter. Just know that I can." He went to the passenger's side door to open it. "Get in!"
The Snow Princess did as she was told and stepped into the truck. Katsuki got on the other end and closed the door. He turned on the engine. "I hope you like wearing black."
She arched her eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"I got Dad to get us matching suits and dresses for us. A black tie affair," he said with a mischievous gleam.
"Aren't we supposed to be helping them?"
"Weiss, baby." The blond clicked his tongue. "Don't ever underestimate Katsuki Bakugo." He chuckled. "Dad always leaves me the best seats in the house. The look on Deku's face when he sees me once he gets splashed."
"What about Neito and that…thought bubble?"
"Those two? Idiots!" Katsuki scoffed, shaking his head. "No way in hell do they think they won't get away with this. Two heads, one brain. Nit-and-wit! They are taking the fall for this. Meanwhile, we can sit back and enjoy the action."
"That plan earlier…was a lie?"
"Not a lie but half-truth. I plan to text Neito to tell him that we won't be able to come up the balcony," said Katsuki. "I can easily come up with some half-assed excuse. Either way, I will give them the signal to strike and voila!"
"A bit cruel, don't you think?"
Katsuki clicked his tongue, disregarding Weiss' opinion. "Listen, Weissy. You, of all people, should know the life. It gets lonely — survival of the fittest. We must be Darwinian or else we become free lunches."
She lowered the window, wanting to catch a breeze. "Still cruel though. And stop calling me that!"
"Not as cruel with your father's company's past on the cruel and unethical treatment of Faunuses," responded Katsuki as he kept his face glued to the road.
"..." Weiss' eyes were wide as saucers. It nearly took her breath away. She was caught completely off-guard by the words the spiky-haired blond spewed. "Excuse me." She tried catching her breath again. "Come again."
"You heard me. Remember when I said, survival of the fittest? Earlier at the food court while you were using the restroom, I decided to do a little research about the Schnee Dust Company." He let out a chuckle, followed by a loud whistling noise. "Boy, I wouldn't want to be a test monkey or a black slave back in the 1800s being under you guys."
She turned away from him. "You don't understand. That was in the past." Her hands were shaking and she felt a strong tingling sensation radiating throughout her body. "That…that…that was a long time ago. We aren't like that anymore," she said.
"Tell that to the survivors of history, Weissy!" He snickered again. "The sons and daughters of the Jim Crow era, the Tibetians, and the Native Americans would beg to differ," retorted the spiky-haired blond. "I also hear White Fang would like to exchange some words with you and your family."
"Why are you bringing this up? Why now?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "You're no different than me. You got a past, I got a past. Only difference is my beef is only with Deku. I can't say the same if word got out to the others that you and your family's past is no different than the plantation owners from the deepest parts of Alabama."
"You bastard!" She barked. "How dare you!"
"Hey, a smart bastard!" He retorted. "Let's not pretend here that you weren't thinking about doing the same thing to me." He winked. "I just got to you first! Survivor of the fittest!"
"So all that talk about partnership was a lie?"
"You and every other skank always carry that false sense of entitlement," he responded. "From the beginning, you treated me like I was the bottom of your soles. Am I right or am I right?"
"..." The color drained from Weiss' face. She thought she was safe. She thought she had nothing to worry about.
As far as she was concerned, Earth and Remnant act up as neighboring countries towards each other, maintaining an amicable relationship. However, there were strict rules to travel between both worlds, as both parties came to an agreement. Despite being on good terms towards each other, they must not interfere with the affairs of the other unless with expressed permission, which was why Huntsmen and Huntresses were not allowed to operate on Earth, nor can Pro Heroes in Remnant.
She gripped onto her forehead. A headache was brewing. Her stomach was becoming queasy. Nothing brought her great joy than to get out of this metal box. "What do you want?" She asked in a softer voice.
He cracked a smile as he kept his hands on the steering wheel. "Nothing really. Keep your mouth shut about tonight." He took a brief pause. "And while you're on this homestay, you can be my summer girlfriend."
"You gotta be kidding me."
"Serious as a heart attack. Serious as forwarding this link to all my friends. Deku included," retorted Katsuki. "Well, you don't have to be my girl. You have thick skin. Oh, nice scar by the way. Was it during a skiing accident or a Faunus striking you? Could it have been from Daddy?"
She was speechless. Without her weapon, she felt defenseless. She didn't want to cause a scene. It wouldn't take much when this was done to go and ask Yang to beat him senseless. However, if he managed to find her history then it wouldn't be a surprise if he could find Yang's. In all of the four kingdoms of Remnant, even juvenile criminal records were considered public record and the blonde does have prior arrest charges for assault and disturbing the peace.
One domino effect after another. It was her fault. She should have known better than to get involved with him. This was now her cross to bear.
"Your summer girlfriend?"
"Heh! That's right!"
"Just for the summer?"
"Until you go back home." The spiky-haired blond nodded, reaching out and stroking her cheek. Immediately, she backed away. He snickered. "You'll get used to me soon enough."
She squeezed her eyes tight. "We can hold hands and kiss on the cheek. Nothing more. I couldn't live with myself if I did anything further with you."
"It's a deal…for now!" The spiky-haired blond answered Weiss. "Now, let's go and make summer memories, Weissy baby!"
Meanwhile….
If Neon learned anything from her confidant, Melissa, it was this — when it comes to a man, there was a way to make them completely submissive. When it comes to the prowess of a woman, all men fold.
Neon held both of his hands together as she hovered over him on the couch. He lied in shock as he was inches away from her. Her hot breath loomed over him like steam from a vent. She emitted a smile, if not a smirk, indicating to Izuku that she was following through on what she intended.
She used her knee to pry one leg apart and used her foot to pry the other leg. "Such a cute face. Guys like you are really adorable."
"Please. W-we can't. I don't even know you like that. Please, l-let's just stop." He wasn't particularly lying. Admittedly, he did have a couple of her basement tapes. Her mainstream hits were too bubblegum for him. However, never did he expect a pop star craving for his affection, let alone properly greet each other.
Izuku tried to struggle against her, but she had upper body strength. She must workout often and have leg day as much as possible. All Might did warn him when it comes to taking days off exercise. At this moment in time, it really showed.
She caressed his cheek. "Nuh-huh! No struggling now. We both don't need the stress." She blew into his ear. "Either you comply or…" She used her free hand to where his groin was located. She took hold of his balls and applied slight pressure. The emerald teen clenched his teeth. "I heard it only hurts at first." She cradled it like she was holding a fruit — fervently rubbing it and causing it to redden. "If this doesn't work, I can flip with switch with your friend down—"
"No!" Izuku swallowed nothing. A faint scent of honeydew and peach-flavored tobacco decorated her body. Her gaze was the eyes of a woman aiming at her lover. "I will comply but please…anything but that."
She giggled before blowing into his face again. The rainbow-colored teen got herself comfortable, feeling that she could trust Izuku not to resist or try to escape. As she pressed her body on top of him, he swallowed nothing again when feeling her body situating against his. Her doe eyes gazed into his swollen, veiny cock.
"This is Izuku's cock that Melissa speaks of." The pop star has dealt with and experienced a variety of dicks from her time on tour. However, she couldn't stop imagining his cock by the way Melissa described it to her on the phone. "She told me that Izuku has a cock that haunts dreams. To be perfectly honest, I never was attracted to erect, musty penises. But seeing how angry it is and how it juices spout makes my pussy froth with anticipation." She slovenly licked her lips.
She slowly stroked his cock, sliding up and down his shaft, gently caressing his warm, rock hard cock with her warm fingers, occasionally squeezing, elicing gasps from the emerald-haired teen.
"Neon!" The emerald-haired teen responded solemnly. "Neon…please!"
It fell on deaf ears. The rainbow-haired teen stared at his current state. She produced a heavy smile. "Ahah! What was that?" She smirked teasingly. "You sound just like a girl. So cute, so adorable!" While she continued stroking his shaft, she used her free hand and grabbed his head, pulling him into a kiss.
He laid in shock as his tongue was entangled with her tongue. She pulled his tongue with her teeth into her mouth and then forced her tongue back into his mouth. She drained her saliva into his mouth, wanting him to savor her juices.
She broke the kiss, creating a trail of saliva between the two.
"Shh! Don't speak, just moan and enjoy the pleasure!" Izuku jerked his head back as the familiar sensation returned to his body. He stood motionless as he felt his dick being stimulated by her soft hand.
His chest expanded back and forth. Neon felt his hot breath coming out of his nose and onto her hand. "That's right, resistance is futile! Give in to the pleasure. That's it! Let a real woman make you feel good!"
She continued giving him gentle kisses on his neck. Ever so often, she would lick his neck to sensualize the vulnerable teen. Izuku tried to resist, but it immediately changed when she took her hand from his mouth and began kneading his nipples. She smiled as she used one hand to caress his nipples and her other hand to stroke his dick.
"Good Oum, you're just too adorable. So soft, so tender — a born bodypillow!" Neon kneaded his nipples, taking her sweet time on each one. The way he was squirming, he was quite sensitive. She loved that in nubile boys. Melissa certainly brought the right one for the picking. She returned back to licking his neck, slovenly making slurping sounds.
"Wait, what's this?" She paused momentarily. "A bite mark? He has been claimed." Neon was like a succubus. It was evident that the boy was a novice with women, but she did detect the scent of another woman — a Faunus woman at that. "The claiming mark." Izuku was becoming more of a Casanova. Not even old enough to have a driver's license, but old enough to be another's mate.
Neon squirmed between her legs. This certainly changed things. Her nipples protruded, her juices from her pussy were dripping like a leaky faucet. The urge to breed hit her conscience. Just the scent of his testosterone invigorated her. She let out an involuntary moan.
"N-Neon?" Izuku managed to say, noticing the pregnant pause she was having.
She took hold of his chin, rubbing it alluringly. She then squeezed his cheeks and forced herself into another kiss. Out of instinct, she bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against his dick. She wouldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. The ideation of taking something that didn't belong to her, another woman's man, was tantalizing. Slurping sounds filled the room. She pulled his tongue to her mouth, sucking on the wettest muscle like it was a cock. She used her hand to rub his chest once again and then she used her other hand to rub his neck, directly at the location of the claiming mark.
The heat intensified between the two. Her sight, her smell, her taste, everything was going white.
She broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the two. She didn't stop bucking her hips. She used her hands to squeeze her tities. "Yes, yes, yes!" She cried out, unsure if it was the heavens or to herself. The rainbow-colored pop star took a break from the teen and decided to use his body as a humping post.
She gyrated her hips against his swollen, damp cock. The musty smell between a man and a woman was more prevalent than ever. The smacking noise of her rimming him penetrated his ears. She used his legs as she tilted back and hump herself against him as she has done with women in the past.
How could he resist? Instincts were telling him to copulate, to let go of any inhibitions. Boys his age would kill if given the opportunity to have a woman offering herself to him. But Izuku wasn't any boy.
This was wrong on so many levels. Neon and Melissa put him in a trap. She knew of his shyness and used it against him.
"Wait? Shyness?!" Why wasn't he passing out? Why can he now look them in the eye? It wasn't until twenty-four hours ago when this was a debacle. Was it Blake? Ruby?
"Don't mind the small things. In fact, you are doing an excellent job."
He lifted his head. "How so?"
"First, you are talking to me in complete sentences without stuttering."
"Probably because it is dark and I can't see you."
"I don't think so, Izuku."
"What do you think?"
"I would like to believe that it is chemistry. That instant connection of meeting someone that is in sync. I think."
"Your perspective?"
"Yes. I did find you lecherous and meek. Now, something about you that makes me feel warm and fuzzy."
"Yes! I felt the same way, too!"
Moans slowly withdrew from his mouth. He extended his hands to where Neon was holding onto his thighs. Resistance was futile as he segued into the pleasure. He put his mind on autopilot the moment he intertwined his hands with Neon's.
Neon heightened the thrusting. His harsh breaths were turning into moans. Drool was spooling down her face as she was basked in the lust. She felt his hands released from her and trailed to her ass where he gripped and began thrusting.
"Oooh!~ Does the rabbit want to come out of his hole?" She grabbed his hair, rubbing her hands through. Then, she jerked it forward to her direction. She pulled him in for another kiss. The loud smacking noises resumed as they swapped tongues. Unlike earlier, the emerald teen was taking the lead. His hands gripped tightly around her sweaty ass.
Has an ass ever felt this soft, he thought to himself. Even in the course of sleeping with Blake, he couldn't recall if he ever touched or grabbed her ass. He didn't want to sound like a pervert, but Blake has a nice, decent, supple ass.
"Starting to like this, I see," said Neon. He didn't respond. Instead, he took this time to break this kiss again. He reached for her neck, licking and biting into it. She hissed, gripping his hair as it warranted the response. This teasing was getting to her and now, she needed to fuck. She pushed him away.
"This goes against the code when it comes to dominating a man," she told him.
Izuku situated himself in an upright position. He gripped her ass tightly. With his brain going on autopilot, mind over reason became prevalent. In other words, primal instinct!
"And Adam came before Eve, but you don't see me breaking ribs." The boy, without warning, thrust his entire shaft into her pussy. Neon's eyes were widened by the sudden impact of his girth cramming inside of her womb. She could feel his dick meshing with her intestines as he grounded her like he was crushing pepper.
"By the gods!" Neon cried out. She wrapped her arms around him. As she shivered, Izuku heard the peddling sounds of fluids dripping to the ground. She dug her nails into his back. She came, never expected to squirt in that degree. The pop star was feeling like a brand new virgin.
Her toes curled and her legs were cramping up. She felt like his dick was burrowing deeper and deeper into her womb. As she tried adjusting, the emerald teen thrust at a rapid speed. How could he not resist? For a non-virgin, her pussy was tight. Her folds were enveloping him like a snake does to its prey.
"You like this don't you?!" he said as he slapped her ass. "Damn, if I would have known all that it takes to get this pussy was put on the cute act, I should have done this sooner." Where was this coming from? This wasn't the pure Izuku. Even subconsciously, he knew he wasn't being himself. In his defense, he was cornered by them, so therefore, if anything, he was giving her just desserts.
She tried speaking but being bobbed up and down made her voice rattle. Moans compensated for her response. The teen smirked, amused to the sight of the pop star surrendering to the cock. Her titties bounced, her head shifted back and forth like a bobble-head figurine. The intensity was powerful. It was something that she never felt before. There wasn't a back massager or a vibrator in the world that could give her such a sensation.
Sweat profusely dropped from the boy's head onto her skin. He closed his eyes as his instincts were telling him to breed her. He started slowing down his strides, which gave notice to the Remnantian.
"Wait, you aren't do—" She was cut off. Wanting more, he paused to flip her over. Now on her stomach, he took hold of her.
He raised one of her legs in the air, using it as a post as he pumped inside of her like a piston.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" The Remnant teen asked, if not begged to the emerald rabbit-like stallion. Her tongue hung out of her mouth like a happy dog that was being mounted by her master.
He swayed his hips faster. He knew he was close to climaxing. Pussy juices and sweat served as a reservoir while at the same time sprayed all over the place. Neon's voice was becoming hoarse as she exhausted much of her voice due to his large girth.
"God, you're too cute to be fucking me like this!" She cried out. Whatever he was doing, it proved favorably evident on his end. What his father told him was right — any man is dangerous when desperate. Well spoken words as he could feel his balls wanted to make a withdrawal.
"I am coming…I am coming…oh, yeah, right there!" Neon cried out to the heavens as juices splashed out like fireworks. Juices hit his stomach and her back. As she was basked in the ebb and flow, he wasn't finished.
Moans and mutters continued as he was still pumping his dick in that snatch of hers. She grabbed the nearby throw pillow and bit into it to muffle her moans. She gasped helplessly as her vagina was being sheathed by his mighty sword. He was moaning helplessly, writhing above her in ungrudging pleasure.
With one final grunt, he said to her. "I'm coming!" In no time, his spunk evacuated his penis and splashed deep into the cavern of her pussy.
As Izuku pulled out his semen soaked penis out of Neon, her overstuffed pussy leaked out his seed like it was syrup.
"That… That was…" Neon mumbled weakly before letting out a sigh. Things were turning white for the pop star. She tried to speak but couldn't. In her short years of existence, she has been involved in plenty of rendezvous — males, females, intersex, transgender, rough, soft, gangbangs, anything that she could scream and holler her brains out.
"W-wh-who are you?" Neon said weakly before losing consciousness on the couch.
The teen released her leg and then fell backward to the other side of the couch. Autopilot was dissipating and he began to take heed of what he had done.
The realization of the consequences of his actions hit his mind at once like being hit by a bucket of cold water.
"This isn't your fault. They set you up. What you were doing was instinct. This could have happened to anybody." The emerald-haired teen thought to himself as he saw the unconscious pop star lying on the couch, bathing in his seed.
Realizing that he now has a window, he needed to get out of here and find Ruby. "This is totally messed up. I need to find Ruby. I need to tell Uncle Masaru about this. Xellos set me up." It finally registered in his brain that if Xellos did what he did to trap him with the girls, then only the Lord knows what plans he and Melissa did to Ruby.
As for Melissa, he would have to deal with her later. Her father, after all, orchestrated this homestay. As much as he didn't like being a snitch, he needed to know what she did to him and possibly Ruby.
But for now, he just needed to get out of here.
…!
The knob at the door began to turn. It might be Melissa. He turned to see the unconscious Neon lying on her stomach on the couch. He hated to do this and despite this was violating the treaty of not using his quirk, he wasn't going through the ringer again.
Green sparks of electricity surrounded him. The moment the door opened, it was on. "Sorry, Melissa, but you did this to yourself."
He braced himself for impact. Come what may, he was ready for it.
The door opened and the teen put himself in a stance. Upon seeing who was standing in front of the door, the green sparks of electricity dissipated.
It was the neon-colored bracelets and the loud gum chewing that gave away her identity — Hitoshi Shinsou.
"So this is where you have been all along." The upperclassman came to a sudden halt when seeing Izuku naked. Feet away from him was the unconscious and clearly sexed-up Neon Katt lying on the couch.
It was met with an awkward, uncomfortable silence for a few moments.
"Wow…okay!" That was all she could say at the moment. "Am I late to the party?"
He turned around, looking at the unconscious Neon. He then looked back at his senpai. "Yeah. Something like that." He looked at Neon once more. "Guess everyone else's invitations got lost in the mail."
"I guess so." Hitoshi answered, still feeling somewhat uneasy about what she was witnessing. "Well, we can now abort this rescue mission." She tilted her head. "Hey, Ruby. We can—"
…!
Hitoshi was pushed out of the way as Ruby rushed inside of the VIP room. She had a chain with a padlock in one hand and her switchblade with the other.
"Where are you, you fucking bitch?" She barked. "Get your grubby, cum-guzzling, slutty hands off my—" Ruby halted when seeing the scene in front of her — a naked Deku and an unconscious pop star.
"...man!?" The redhead dropped her switchblade and the chain to the ground. The obvious scent of sweat and shame filled the VIP room.
Hitoshi got up and entered the room. She remained quiet for a few moments before her expression changed to an amused one. "Holy Dio, now it makes sense why they say no sex in the champagne room." As if she had room to talk. It wasn't too long ago that she and Rin broke in the bed…and the couch…and the counter…she hoped no one else partook in any of the snacks after them.
She walked to the couch and approached Neon. She took hold of her wrist. Neon was limped but quite alive. She looked over to her naked body and saw the not-so-subtle covering of sperm. She tried not to smile at this moment, especially when there was a passionate yandere inches away. If alone, she would give her kouhai a thumbs-up and a job well done.
"I was going to ask if you are alright but judging by this tapped-out maiden." Hitoshi whistled. "You definitely broke her in."
Ruby gave Hitoshi the side-eye. The last thing she needed to hear was perspective. Izuku did what he had to do to survive this ordeal. In a way, this wasn't sex to Ruby. He was just giving in to their demands, so therefore, he wasn't cheating on her — just negotiations with benefits!
Ten minutes later….
Hitoshi closed the door behind her. Izuku and Ruby were standing across from her in the hallway.
It was a good thing that Hitoshi was wearing an undershirt as she gave Deku her Misfits t-shirt. She was on the phone with Rin to notify him that they found Izuku. She wanted him to come and assist her with cleaning things up in case anyone would want to poke and pry. Also, she needed assistance with the still unconscious Neon to put her clothes on.
"Thanks, Rinny. You're the best. I have a special surprise for you when we get my bungalow. Ciao!" The purple-haired senior hung up the phone and then looked at the two. "Okay, guys. Crisis is averted. Rin knows some guys that can clear this section off. Plus, the show is getting at its peak so everybody is either backstage or performing."
"Good." Izuku responded, showing relief. "One less thing to worry about."
"As for Neon, I wouldn't be too worried," replied Hitoshi in a calm manner. "I don't know her personally but what I do know is she and I share similar proclivities. She'll live."
"Good." Izuku said. "Another thing not to worry about." However, his thoughts were now on the smoking gun — Melissa. "Wait a minute. Melissa?"
This time, it was Ruby that interjected. "Please refrain from saying that skank's name. It gives me a bitter taste in my mouth."
Hitoshi tapped back in. "Our poor Melissa got herself in a bit of a pickle. Thankfully, I was around to stop Ruby from doing anything worse. Much worse!"
"Is she okay?" Izuku asked worriedly. He may not like what she did to him, but he didn't wish harm on the girl.
"She will live, if that's what you're asking," responded Hitoshi. "Just like our passed out friend in the room, Melissa is also indisposed at the moment." She lightly chuckled. "I don't think she will be bothering anyone else for the rest of the evening."
Ruby hit the wall, showing her disdain for the American blonde. "That fucking cunt had the nerve to lock me in the closet. Then, had the audacity to call me Remnant trash and wanted to NTR me, the bitch!" The redhead gnashed her teeth. "That Neon girl may have her way with you but if Melissa would have…" She raised her fist in the air.
Hitoshi came and touched Deku softly on the shoulder. "It could have been much worse."
Ruby reached into her pocket and grabbed the other half of the Yan-Away tablet and swallowed it. She took steady breaths, knowing what she really wanted to do. She was grateful that Hitoshi came and intervened when she did.
"Alright, kids. I can't promise you guys safety in case the bacon boys get involved." She then lightly laughed. "I'm joking…kinda. Just don't stick around here. Me and Rin can take it from here once he arrives."
"Right," said Ruby.
Izuku nodded in agreement.
"Call me later, Deku baby. We must catch up," said Hitoshi. She then looked at Ruby and winked.
"Yeah, Senpai." He nodded before walking away from her. "Later!"
"Wait for me at the end of the hallway, Izuku. I'll be there in a sec," said Ruby. She waited momentarily with Hitoshi until she felt safe to talk to her.
"Thanks, onee-chan!" Ruby bowed before Hitoshi. "It means a lot to me what you have done for me tonight."
Hitoshi smiled, receiving the compliment. "His happiness is my happiness." She lightly dabbed her shoulder with her fist. "Look after my Deku while you're here. He needs a few lion tamers to calm the noble beast."
"Easy with the few," she retorted. "I won't stop until he is mine and mine alone."
"Point taken, duly noted. You have competition, Rubes. There is no doubt about that," replied Hitoshi. "Just so you know that I'll be rooting for you."
"Thanks, onee-chan!"
"Don't mention it!"
"What about Melissa?"
"What about her?"
"Just need assurance she won't intervene at all."
"Relax, Rubes. Security inspects everything before locking up. She'll be found."
"She knows better not to mess with me or my man."
"An expensive ass lesson."
Ruby and Hitoshi both chuckled momentarily. The redhead looked at Izuku as he was waiting for her. "I think I should get going."
"We'll meet again soon."
Ruby bowed and turned in Izuku's direction. As she walked, she stopped. There was one more thing she wanted to say to Hitoshi. "Oh, by the way, senpai."
"What is it?"
"How did you know that it was Minoru that gave Izuku's whereabouts to Katsuki at the ferris wheel?"
The purple-haired teen leaned against the wall and placed her index fingers on each side of her mouth. "Can't give away all of my sources. Let's just say that it's a secret!" She winked at her.
It appeared that Xellos had no loyalty towards anyone but himself. "Thanks and take care, Hitoshi."
"You too, Ruby."
Ruby smiled as she departed from Hitoshi. Admittedly, she felt bad for leaving Denki and Minoru to fend for themselves with Xellos. Well, she felt sorry for Denki as he was very nice to her. Unfortunately, that was the cost of associating himself with a well-known pervert. So, collateral damage!
About fifteen minutes later….
"We can't abandon ship, Ruby. A promise is a promise." There was a stage door that separated the exit from the atrium. If they were to leave, there was no turning back. Ruby wanted nothing more than to leave and go somewhere other than here. She felt she deserved to have alone time with him.
"You serve no loyalty to these people," retorted Ruby. "Why work with Mr. Bakugo whose son tried setting you up? Why work with Xellos who doesn't care who gets caught into some trouble." She then arched her eyebrow. "What if Melissa…what if Neon—"
Izuku put his finger against her lip, inciting silence. "Look, I get it. Out of all people, I get it." He turned and looked at the exit. "However, I can't turn my back on the promise that was made. It's a personal creed of mine to never back down on a word. It's a creed as a hero and as a friend, no matter how I feel about them."
Ruby stared blankly at the teen. Enamored by such a response, one would suspect that he had spent time with her classmate, Jaune Arc.
"You were right earlier tonight at the pool. A friend is a friend that is loving, trusting, loyal, and overall protective." He leaned against the wall. "I think it was brave to endure what you have endured the entire time — between Katsuki, backstage, Melissa, and even now." He dropped his head. "Nevertheless, we can't turn our backs. We've gone too far."
"Izuku, I—"
She was cut off again. "It is obvious that there are issues that I need to work on — with Katsuki, my shyness, my meekness, and my self-esteem. Rome wasn't built in a day so just know that I am aware." He reached over and grabbed her hand, rubbing it affectionately. "Thank you, Ruby, for being by my side tonight. Thank you for being such a great ally." He produced a smile. "Now, let's have fun tonight, go with the flow. Plus, don't you need something to make your homestay worth your while?"
The redhead took hold of his hand and smiled with him.
"Let's go out there and have fun." He held the door. "Besides, we still need to get our money and our onsen tickets. No way am I forgetting that."
A few moments later…
Thankfully, a model saw the two and led them to where Masaru was located. When they arrived at his location, he appeared as though he wanted to blow a gasket.
"God, what have I done to deserve this?" Masaru was talking out loud with his secondary assistant. "We have the two models elope. Neon Katt is missing. I can't find Melissa anywhere." He took hold of the male assistant. "What does a guy need to do is make this show a success?" He grabbed the assistant's collar. "If I can't find those kids for the grand finale, then I am ruined."
"Ahem!"
Masaru turned and saw Izuku and Ruby standing right before him. "Oh, thank the gods—" He was cut off when seeing the appearance of the two. "Jesus, what in the hell happened to you guys?"
Izuku and Ruby stared at each other, laughing and rubbing the back of their heads. "A long story."
"Crap," he responded. "I don't have any spare outfits." He stomped his foot. "Damn it. Well, we have to be conventional." He looked at his assistant. "Take them to the dressing room. I have a plain tux and a wedding dress. It seems no one appreciates art anymore."
A few minutes later….
This wasn't what Uncle Masaru wanted as the finale but it would have to do. "Not bad. Not bad. You kids do clean up nice."
Ruby and Izuku stood side by side, dressing in a more appropriate dress than earlier. Izuku sported a tuxedo with a green bow in the center. However, he opted to wear his Chuck Taylors for shoewear. Ruby was sporting a long white gown that was chantilly lace. She had a veil covering her face and was holding a bouquet of black roses at her bosom.
Masaru was drenched in sweat. This night was a disaster the moment it began. It was by the grace of God that no one in the audience noticed. He had a full house. Unsure if it was God on his side or the amount of alcohol at the concession stand, he hasn't heard any jeering or boos in the crowd.
"The announcer will act as a preacher as you guys walk down the aisle. Don't be alarmed by the flashing lights. Act natural!" Masaru said to the guys. "You two have seen enough seinen and shoujo to know how weddings work. Make it look good and convincing." He snapped his fingers. "When the preacher announces you guys to kiss, don't be afraid. If you two kiss on the cheek, that's fine. Y'all not even old enough to purchase cigarettes."
Masaru was interrupted when his other assistant walked inside the dressing room. "Sorry, Mr. Bakugo," he said to Masaru. "It's time!"
"Thank you," responded Masaru. He clapped his hands — it was showtime. "Oh! One more thing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two rings. "You know what to do, do you?"
"Yes, sir," replied Ruby.
"Yes, Uncle," answered Izuku.
Masaru sighed heavily. He opened the door and held it for the two. "Relax, be calm, be yourself, and here's the greatest tip — the greatest success of an actor is acting stupid."
The authenticator of the fashion show led the way as the duo headed to the stage. Both were growing nervous as their debut as models were drawing near. Models moved aside as the duo passed them, each were staring at them, knowing that they were the grand finale.
Masaru and the two stepped inside of the elevator. As they ascended, Ruby held Izuku's hand. Izuku returned his affection by holding it tightly. He didn't look at her. She knew it wouldn't be necessary. The show must go on!
As soon as the elevator opened, the sounds of the audience filled the area. They were backstage but could hear the roar as the announcer was informing them of the grand finale. Masaru instructed them to walk at the center where they would be a black 'x.' As soon as they stepped on the 'x,' the announcer would begin the wedding and the two would walk to the end of the aisle where they would await further instructions.
"This is it, Izuku," responded Ruby. "You're ready?"
"S-s-s-sure!" Izuku replied, returning to his stuttering.
"Hey." She took hold of his face. "Eyes on me. We're in this together."
It did ease the nervousness. However, this was still brand new to the teen. "Together!"
The duo held hands as they approached the 'x.' Both took steady breaths as the curtain in front of them was the only thing that separated them from the crowd.
The announcer made his cue. The curtains began to rise. Ruby and Izuku faced the rising curtain. As soon as it rose, they were met by the sea of flashing lights and the crowd before them.
Izuku really couldn't see anything. Cameras flickered and flashed left and right. Ruby smiled, knowing what the people were only witnessing. It may be a fake wedding, but to her, it was just a rehearsal.
"Let's do this, husband." Ruby said, pecking him on the cheek.
"..." His face was beet red, confirming his further nervousness as he and Ruby proceeded to walk down the aisle.
Meanwhile….
Inko was at a loss of words on what she was witnessing — her son playing a role at the fashion show. Why didn't he tell her this? Was this a surprise? Her feet pedaled the floor when seeing who accompanied him as his bride.
"Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my!" Inko balled her fists and proceeded to squeal. She searched around to find her phone. "Where is my cell phone? Mother of God, I knew he was my adorable Icchan. But, not this adorable."
Yang made whooping noises when seeing her sister and Izuku on stage. "Yeah! Go, sis!" She put her fingers in her mouth, making whistling noises.
"No way!" The black-haired Faunus said. She didn't know if she wanted to be excited, jealous, or anything in between. "Ruby and Izuku?" She turned and faced Yang. "Yang, did you know about this?"
"On the hairs of my chinny chin chin," retorted the blonde, stomping her feet to see her sister and future father of her kits walking down the aisle. "I should have known something was up when they were working on wedding decorations during intermission." Suddenly, she had a mischievous glare toward her best friend. "What's the matter? Jealous?"
Blake turned beet red. "Umm…for what? No!" She responded, lying under her breath. "I didn't think they allowed teenagers to have faux weddings."
Yang remained to have a cheeky grin. "Liar!" She poked Blake's cheeks. "Ruby and your boy toy sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Back off, Yang!" She pushed Yang away, crossing her arms. "I'm not jealous. Plus, this is only a show." "Oh, Izuku. You have some explaining to do when we are alone." As she looked at the scene, in which she wasn't completely and utterly jealous, a flash of light hit her eye.
The Faunus lifted her head up and went to the source. She noticed that there was a walkway balcony overlooking the stage and noticed two figures, dressed in army fatigue, carrying something. She continued glaring. Instincts were telling her that something wasn't right. Up to this moment, she didn't see anyone or anything making their presence overlooking the stage.
"Yang!" Blake tapped Yang's shoulder. "Look straight at your one o'clock and tell me what you see." She whispered, trying not to disturb the others, particularly Inko.
The blonde grabbed a pair of binoculars that she had purchased earlier and looked overhead to the walkway balcony. She saw two people dressed in army fatigue outfits carrying a large barrel. One was blond and the other one looked like an animated bubble from a manga.
She saw the blond was on the phone talking with someone. Meanwhile, the other guy was popping open the barrel. The blond then pointed down. Then he did it again. Yang was triangulating the patterns. Then, she saw the blond pointing over to Izuku and Ruby.
Yang put the binoculars down. Something wasn't right. She then turned to face Blake. Before Blake could speak, Yang put her finger to her lip. She gestured with her hand to step outside. The Faunus followed suit and stepped outside with her.
A few moments as they stepped outside, Yang broke the silence. "We need to get to the other side of that stage right now. Ruby and Izuku might be in trouble."
Blake nodded in agreement. "I knew something was off. What did you see?"
"I saw the blond guy talking on the phone and he kept pointing at someone in the audience. As I was looking in that direction, it looked like he was pointing to another blond guy," said Yang. "Then, the blond on the ground kept pointing at Izuku. So, it made me put two and two together. I believe that they are planning a sabotage."
"A sabotage?" Blake asked worriedly, her ears twitching.
"I'm not whistling the Beastie Boys," retorted Yang.
Blake told herself to calm down. Last thing she needed to do was jump to conclusions. "Alright, let's be solution-oriented. Last thing we need to do is to cause a scene."
"Nuh-huh. Too late," retorted Yang. "Death is already on the table when my little sister is involved." Yang wasn't afraid to bust skulls. Breaking through security was no different than stepping into another plane. "Let's go, Blake. We don't have much time."
Blake nodded and followed Yang to find the entryway of the balcony. While they were running, Yang negated to tell Blake one huge detail — sitting next to the blond-in-question was their friend/teammate, Weiss. "What are you doing, Weiss? This is definitely out of your character." Those feelings had to be placed on hold as the window was closing to reach Izuku and Ruby before it was too late.
To be continued….
BD: Hey, guys. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. The climax will come in the next chapter. I promise this time that would conclude the amusement park scene. Just know I have some exciting plans for the next chapter. Let's say one portion would complete the amusement park scene and the rest would be something else. The story was getting longer than anticipated and I've decided to stop.
Weiss got herself in a bad position, didn't she? Karma's a bitch and she runs on her own schedule. Here's hoping she finds a way to redeem himself.
Izuku is now self-aware? About time that he finds his cajones. However, will it be enough to avoid Katsuki's plan of sabotaging him.
I hope I will make more time to work on this series as this is one of my favorite but hardest series to work on, especially since GOTA and I are no longer working together.
Please expect more works from me soon as well as my co-partner and fellow Studio Greenshade member, SoraSentry. As always, may the Lord bless you on your endeavors and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade.