Needless to say, after the gratuitous murder of Uraraka-san, the observation room cleared out in record time and robots were called to contain the murderous teen with the magic, the sword and the multiple quirks.
So, oblivious, All Might was the first at the scene.
What met him was…
Not what he'd expected.
Moriya Izuku (that was the girl's legal name… and there was no one that existed in any database with this name.) had stabbed what should have been his rescue victim and a direct ticket to UA… and out of the dirty grip of the HPSC… but no.
She had to do the illogical thing, she had to… kill miss Uraraka in cold blood because of… reasons.
But to be honest, Gensokyo sounded like a very far and backwater kind place. Since who the hell wore a cotton kimono nowadays.
The group of heroes arrived at the location of the horrible crime, All Might at their head.
Now, while the 'girl had committed a heinous crime, she did not deserve to be plummeted to a pulp by mister 'Steroids are for the weak.'
So Eraserhead does the logical thing and erased the moving land mass's quirk.
Needless to say, he was not prepared to see him go poof and be replaced by his skeletal 'secretary'.
'Well… that worked.' and doesn't Shouta knows the headache that will follow this particular discovery.
But as he approached the scene of the crime, he noticed something peculiar.
Izuku was laying on the ground beside Uraraka-san, and talking to her?
And looming over them too gave no further logical answer as that what was going on. The two girls were too engrossed in talking about different cloud formations in a cloudless sky, Moriya lamenting the fact that she missed her pink cloud friend and hoped he wouldn't cause any trouble.
Since… you know, while there was plenty of blood on the ground, Uraraka-san's body held not wound, her cheeks were rosy and healthy, and she was breathing deeply. Seemingly sleeping and wholly unaware of the chatterbox chatting away.
She would give Hizashi a run for his money… and Shouta prayed to whatever cosmic power that was out there that the two would never meet.
There was no sign of the unfortunate accident. Save for the blood and Urarak-san's ruined gym clothes.
Oh, and there were no swords in sight either.
Another quirk, perhaps?
"What the hell is going on here?" Shouta asked with his most neutral yet commanding voice.
Wich apparently was loud enough to rouse Uraraka-san from her torpor. and, alarmingly enough, the first thing she did was to check her body, clenching and flexing her hands in front of her, looking both confused and receiving the greatest revelation.
'Oh, thank Nedzu.' Shouta let out in relief while activating his quirk on the grounded girl shrouded in mystery.
Speaking of Izuku, she was holding her hips, moaning. And it was not due to a quirk.
No… she had no quirk, at all. There was nothing to stop.
'So… she truly is quirkless. But how did she manage to fly, then? And those bullets? And the sword?' Shouta had so many questions now. Questions to All Might (Or Yagi Toshinori) to Moriya-san, to Nedzu…
And to God, if the bastard existed.
"Miss Uraraka, is everything all right?" he asked instead as he once again scanned her over for any signs of injury. Nothing with horror how her outfit was practically destroyed as if the Zero pointer had been right on top of her.
"I… yes, my body is." Miss Uraraka nodded.
Shouta raised a brow at the wording.
"Well, it is now, Anyway. I mean, I should've known something like that would happen since I had to sign a waiver and all that." She sighed as she inspected the many holes now decorating her shirt and pants, all of them telling of a gruesome story.
Apparently, the Zero Pointer did not, in fact, crush her to death… but the piece of concrete she had been buried under.
Not that it made it better. Not by a long shot.
"Yeah… meaning this exam, aimed forteenagers really is a ploy to get rid of weak and useless quirks and clean away the gene pool." Miss Moriya spoke up from her spot on the ground. "Listen, when I'll see the principal, I need to tell him about how he needs to get rid of the robots and hire fairies, instead."
"So, Fairies exist?" Uraraka asked as he got up and dusted herself, showing no bruising nor scratches. "How about Aliens? And Lunarians?"
"I have a Lunarian friend, she's well over a thousand, actually, she's-" and then Miss Moriya began to recite more digits then it was healthy for a human to know."
Deciding that it was time to stop this nonsense since it was clear Morriya-san's sanity was extremely shaky, Shouta spoke up in his familiar drawl he would use on Criminals.
"As interesting, as this conversation is, Moriya Izuku, I would rather you explain to me why you stabbed miss Uraraka?"
"She was dying." The crazy girl stated, still supine on the ground. " Thankfully, my Father's… sword not only has the ability to cut through mater and illusion, but it can also heal the most fatal wounds as long as the spirit soul is not on Yamaloka… by the way, Uraraka-san. How are you feeling?" She asked the apparently revived girl…
And by the state of her clothing, Shouts could not deny that she had been a casualty.
And wasn't that something horrific?
Uraraka-san gave a broad, bright smile as she gave off an exuberant smile. "Never better but-"
"Of course, there's a but.' Shouta taught with deep dread.
"I… I feel like I'm not Uraraka Ochako, like…, not this body. But… what am I if I'm not this?" She asked with some concern.
"You are the spirit soul living in a body by the name or Uraraka Ochako, you, the soul, have no birth, no death, you do not age and nothing will destroy you, not even a stupidly overpowered quirk."
"Oh, that's nice." The rosy cheeked girl cheered. "Don't have'ta worry 'bout dying now!"
Moriya chuckled from her place on the ground. "And you are the eternally separated part and parcel of God, Krishna."
"Wait… he exists?"
"Oh, course he does." Aizawa could practically hear the willy teen's eyeroll.
For his part… what wouldn't he do for a long nap and waking up to a boring routine including a completely underwhelming class.
Hell, he would be the happiest man alive if he wouldn't have to deal with Moriya-san, she was beyond a problem child and down right into 'chaotic Gremlin from hell.'
Suddenly, Recovery Girl arrived, ridding on her scooter/ contact medi-bot. "Alright, enough chit-chat. Who'se wounded?" She commanded.
"I'm alright," Moriya-san spoke from her spot on the floor. "And I don't think the legendary Recovery girl could region a long lost limb… you will know when I become a student."
"I was more worried about the girl you stabbed." Recovery Girl deadpanned, her accusation her eyes hard.
Shouta knew those eyes, and he was thoughtfully impreses that none of the girls were by her tiny old commander ways.
"I'm perfectly fine too!" Uraraka-san confirmed with full energy. "I fell even better then when I came in, too!"
Chiyo gave the brunette a skeptical once over.
"She was crushed under some rubbles, and the Zero Pointer did squish her body until she, the soul was expelled."
"Not my finest moment," Uraraka added.
"Thankfully, the Seven Sages Empowered my Father's sword with their Shatki, otherwise."
"I'd be a ghost haunting y'all… cus My paren't can't pay for my funeral."
"Tragic."
"Absolutely."
Shouta sent a tired glance at Recovery girl, who was staring at Moriya-san with the same hungry eyes a rare figuring collector would have if faced with an Iron Man's, mint condition action figure, would be presented in front of her.
(those where banned… wondered why.)
"And how about you, miss-"
"You may call me Deku-Hime. But Moriya is what everyone feels comfortable with." She stated.
"Are you hurt somewhere?" Chiyo asked as she began to inspect Moriya-san. "I never expected to see you fly, and I was about to run Nedzu trough for having you participate in the exam, willy old mole, this one."
"Oh, I was hurt, and my thighs can't move all that well… and I did landed wrong but It's not that bad. I was just watching my cloud friend. See?" Moriya san pointed at a lone cloud floating in the sky, before waving at it.
"Anywho, can we leave now? I still need to find a place to stay."
"Yeah, I really want to head back to my flat too, I had a big day and I can feel it will rain also."
"Oh, you can feel that?" Moriya asked as she floated up, proving that she was not… too hurt.
Uraraka nodded. "Yup! Dad showed me how too, and I guess my gran had this supper useful quirk that let her read the atmospheric pressure and the wind."
"Wow! Now that's an impressive quirk." Midoriya spoke with clear appreciation. "I wonder, was she feeling the pressure with her skin, her hair… or her eyeballs, or maybe she could hear the fairy whispering about what would be the weather for the next day, but then, this would not be called a quirk and she would be another quirlkless person with amazing skills that had nothing to do with genetic codding, not that's it's really from ones genetic but from-"
"Alright, you two." Shouta mildly snapped at the two. "Just… get out of here."
"Alright, Mister hero." Uraraka gave a salute.
"Of course, Aizawa Shouta-san." Miss Moriya said, surprising the underground hero more then he cared to admit.
But before he could demand how the crazy girl managed to get his legal name, she lifted off the ground and turned to Uraraka-san. "Uraraka, mind coming to my place? I know it's pretty sudden but I moved in from another village, a village that had remained the same for over the past century or so and I would need someone better verse in today's lifestyle and cityscape to teach me how to navigate." She bowed, still not touching the ground.
"Just call me Ochako. And of course, I'll help you get used to Tokyo… not sure 'bout Musutafu though, since I come from Fukuoka myself."
"Oh really."
And thus, Shouta, Nedzu (since of course the damn mammal had peeped in the weird conversation.) and a very deflated All Might. (The goof was playing his competent, quirckless Secretary, mister Yagi… Credit where credit was due on this one.) watch with an uncomfortable mixture of awe, confusion, fear and dread as the two examinees walked (or flew, in Moriya's case.) out of the testing ground and to the green-haired future problem home somewhere in Musutafu.
For Shouta, Yagi and Nedzu, the next course of action was clear; they had to find as much information they could about Moriya Izuku, and fast.
For all they knew, this multi-quirked, quirckless person was the first sight of something sinister.
And thus, Shouta followed the two.
Or would've, if he had not forgotten what he was supposed to do once he boarded the train.
~0~
One bus ride later. (Deku-Hime could not wait to tell all out it to her fairy friends back home, Cintamani would be so jealous about the fact that the eunuch had boarded one of those fable busses!") and the two girls (or girl and her Eunuch friend.) were out of UA and wandering around, looking for Hime's Appartement.
"So, you don't know where we are going." Ochako (after what had happened, it would be ridiculous to have the two girls call each other by anything lesser then their given name.)
"No..." Hime admitted as she read each and every number and nameplate she could find. "I started off in Old hell, and Yamuna-ji gapped me near the entrance of the campus. Otherwise, it's been a long time since I've set foot in mundane Tokyo."
"Wait... you were in hell?!" Ochako gasped as she grabbed her new friend by the Shoulders. "Oh, My God-"
"Krishna."
"How did you... Why would someone so sweet and pure get there?!"
"I was Visiting a few friends, and it was for my training also," Hime informed her new, absolutely human friend with the floating ability.
Ochako was staring at the somewhat taller girl. "Wait... you... got Training from Hell." The fluffy teen with the red cheeks asked as she stared at the hobbling greenette.
She was currently imagining a literal training from hell montage. Ochako's lovely brown eyes blew wide open as realization dawned on her.
"OH! That's how you hurt your legs!" She pointed (Oh Krishna, she had finger pads, Deku so wanted to poke them.)
"No, I just had a blow job at eight that rendered me crippled and without any genitals." The magical 'girl' absentmindedly revealed. "Say. Occhan... does this place looks... way too expensive to house affordable housing units?" Hime asked her new friend, turning to face her since the bubbly girl had gone frightfully silent.
"Wait... you..." and pale.
Deku-hime rolled her eyes behind her mask. "They got blown up, and since it was a sizable explosion, my pelvic bone got shattered. It got healed but... Chronic pains, loos of muscle mass, and traumatized connective tissues and a whole slew of other bumps became my daily companions."
"Oh, poor you." Ochako teared up as she hugged the taller girl.
"It's alright. It's in the past, and this nasty pice of Karma is done and gone." Hime waved off. "
"And it's not like it made my life unlivable, or prevent me from fighting and flying."
"Who did this to you?" The brunette asked, a vengeful fire brunt bright in her chocolate eyes.
"Oh, some kids in my old school. I don't even remember his name, let alone which school I used to go to," she admitted. " I think we're getting closer."
"Seriously?" Ochako asked. "It's the rich part of town, Endeavour lives here, so there are no Villains daring to come near him," she explained as she looked around in clear discomfort.
Deku-Hime noticed immediately how her friend was scanning each and every allay, not out of fear, but out of greed.
"Ochako... you are poor, don't you?"
"WHAT TYPE OF QUESTION IS THAT?!" Ochako screeched before covering her mouth, hoping this would not cause any noise complaints.
And having a noise complaint ticket on top of the debts her parent had would... well, she barely had enough to pay for her Hero suit on top of her rent and food. Let alone having something better then a somewhat armoured suit and a face shield and poofy boots.
"It wasn't a question... and you just confirm that your financial problems are affecting you emotionally. Don't worry, if my house is nearby, then I'm sure there's enough room for you." the Magical girl proposed with glee!
Oh... how nice would it be, not to be alone in an empty house.
Ochako stared at Deku-hime... before her cheeks turned red.
Hime's face fell... "Ah... you... have your pride... I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you." She bowed down as tears gathered in her eyes.
She was used to being blunt, being well-liked by the Onis of hell and heaven because of it... and the Satori, since she was so forward and could not manipulate anyone for the life of her.
Still... this was the outside world, where people had their pride and who saw asking for help as something dishonourable.
Wich, in the young Vaishnavi's mind, was absolutely bonkers since everyone here were but mere humans with the four flaws making all their endeavours hard and painful.
They would lie to one an other, despite saying that they trusted each other,
and they would get cheated, they would get illusioned and they would forget.
And Izuku had completely forgotten that in Japan, it was all about pride, and like an idiot, she had proposed to Uraraka-san to admit the fact that she was poorer then the Eunuch and live at her expense...
meaning...
"I'm sorry." She tried to stem her tears... but, as per usual they spilt off from the mask's eyes as she sobbed.
"Uwa! Wait! What!" Uraraka panicked. "What's wrong? Is it because-"
"I didn't- I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to insult you-" She sobbed harder.
Her first day out of Gensokyo, he first friend... and numerous blunders.
"NO! NO NONONONONON." the next thing she knew, Deku-Hime was crushed to Uraraka's bosom. "I'm sorry... I just. I'm not... your right about how tight I am financially. I just..."
"I let my pride as an Uraraka take over. I mean, my dad never accepts help for anyone, and my mom can't too since, you know, da's the one in charge... but anyway. I'm not here to pile you up with my bad Karma! We need to find your home!" Ochako cheered with vigour.
Deku-Hime sniffled as she took out a handkerchief from her broad sleeve and cleaned up her face. "Okay." She squeaked, relieved that her budding friendship with he fluffy girl was not over yet due to her faux pas.
Once again, being raised by the Yokai... since it was known that she had a connection with Yamuna by the human village, meant that social cues were not clear to her.
Nevertheless, by Krishna and Guru's causeless mercy, Ochako was not so irremediably insulted that she'd left the crippled girl out in an unknown place, crying.
"Now... what's the address again?" Ochako asked as she cheked her Caterplia phone. I don't think I got it right the first time."
"It's this..." Deku hime showed her friend her address slip again... and Ochako paled.
"I... I can't... Izu-chan... That's... you're living in a brand new, as in, it just got built, Villa... this one." She pointed at the majestic building overlooking a forest. It seemed as if Gensokyo had decided that she wanted to claim a piece of Musuatfu and thus took over an entire hill and vale for it.
"Izu-chan..." Ochako grabed her frined's sleve. "This is Sekoto hill, the most haunted place in Musutafu." She warned as her round, worried gaze never left the apparently cursed piece of property. "Years ago, there was a fire here... a blue fire. And on this hill, rumour has it that Endeavor's first son burn to death."
"Oh... so this is why it was sold then," Hime spoke with a smile hidden under her sacred No mask. "Good to know, the poor son of Endeavour will definitely need the Holy name to get out of his perilous situation. Now come on, friend, we are in dire need of a shower and cloth." Hime's tone broke no argument as she found the expansive property's gate.
And find it she did... and the sight of a person she thought she would never get to see Again.
There, sleeping while standing up, her intense red hair being played within the slight early spring breeze, she wore an emerald green dress and waistcoat over a white, short-sleeve shirt, and on her blazing lock, a beret sat, a golden star was proudly proclaiming the name of the gate guard of the Scarlet devil mansion.
"Mohini!" Hime exclaimed in pure joy as she woke up the guard, who quickly took the most generic and badly done fighting posture, only to lose her attempt at appearing fearsome, when a flying eunuch collided with her, her eyes filled with tears of love and joy.
"Oh, My Sweet Baby Krishna! Hime, it's been so long!" The woman, Madana-Mohana-Mohini (devi das) cried in happiness as she spun the shorter girl around. "Wait until missus Gargi and Missus Paundra-Maya hear of this.!"
"Wait! Are they here? Like... is my magic teacher here?" Hime asked with hope. She simply adored her friend from the big, red mansion.
Mohini's face fell. "No... her and Missus Gargi had to remain back in Gensokyo."
"Oh."
"But!" The redhead gently grabbed Deku-hime in her arms. "We're still a few waiting for you!"
and with that, the dragon lady of Gensokyo jumped to the property's front door, leaving Ochako in the proverbial dust...
and then Mohini jump back and grabbed her too.
~0~
"Hime-Chan!" A woman with blue hair and wearing a dress of green, blue and yellow yelped happily as she hugged the short girl, around her, a painted dragon swirled in numerous hues as he snuggled to Izu-chan. "It's good to see you again, my friend."
"Keiki-"
"Don't ask Sama at the end, silly. I'm your friend, remember that!" The glowing woman spoke as she poke Deku-hime's nose before turning her gaze to Ochako.
"Oh! And who might she be?" She asked as she stepped closer to the fifteen-year-old.
Ochako stared at the colourful, Glowing woman. Notting that her feet didn't touch the ground, didn't seem to blink and casted no shadows... and just screamed artist.
"Oh, Um... Uraraka Ochako, please take good care of me." the brunette bowed as low as she could.
Sure, the other girl might look young but...
well... she knew there was more to her then meets the eyes.
"Eyo! Am I smelling right? Is Sukhi here with another magicked baby?" Another woman asked as she rushed out the door... and her entire appearance caused Ochako to balk.
She had deep, deep dark skin like chitin, wore a black shirt and short ensemble with a golden chain pattern printed on and green metallic rings decorating all of it hems, she had long, wild gray hair stilled in a mullet (how come it worked for her?) and was barefooted. On her arms and legs were about a dozen or so orange ribbons. Her ice-blue eyes were trained on Ochako, and the girl felt... awfully creeped out about this.
Beside Her, Deku-Hime gasped. "MOMOYO!"
"EY! Bring it in, girl!" the creepy-looking woman opened her arms wide preparing for the little bullet that was an ecstatic Deku-hime.
Then... she felt a hand on her shoulder, turning around, she saw this beautiful and exceedingly tall woman wearing a red and blue dress decorated with constellations (accurate constellation, might she add.) her hair was a silver as the moon, a small nurse had sat at the top of her thick, luscious hair.
"We saw that you received the seven sages' blessing. How do you feel now, Oh fortunate soul?"
Ochako just stared, trying to form words that didn't exist in the face of the glowing, otherworldly woman.
"I... I think I realized I was the soul but now... I think I'm Ochako and Poor?" she asked, this morning, she had expected to go through the exam, ace it, then come back and have her parents (finally) shower her with affection.
Not dying under a giant robot's thread, get revived and then face the ultimate reality that she was not this body, the make a friend with her staber, offered a place to stay other then her dingy, bed bug-infested apartment with her super loud neighbours, their dogs and whatever the fuck they where cooking.
And definitely not meeting with this absolutely beautiful, otherworldly woman that glowed like the full autumn moon and whose eyes would not blink and cast no shadows.
"Um... who... who are you?" she finally managed to ask.
The woman smiled broaden. "I have quite a few names, some call me Yagokoro Eirin no Omoikane. Or just Doctor Yagokoro... but I now go by Ekarani Devi Dasi."
"Ekalani?"
"With an R, dear."
"Oh... I'm..."
"Just keep it simple, you don't have to talk about yourself any differently." The tall woman kneeled in front of Ochako, thankfully so, since she was starting to gain a crick in her neck.
"I'm Uraraka Ochako! Nice to meet you, Devidasi-san!" The bubbly girl bowed deeply, causing the moon-haired woman to blush happily.
"As much as I love being called Servant of the All-effulgent Goddess, it would be easier if you were to call me Ekarani since we are all Devi Dasis here."
"O-Ok!" Ochako once again bowed at the formidable woman whose taste matched her own.
(Little did she know, but Ochako had met her first Lunarian, she would meet the rest, tomorrow during the super early morning ceremony... but this information would be realized quite a few months later since, at the moment, and due to quirks being so widespread, Ochako only saw them as those super nice cultists who agreed to house her instead of the dangerous Appartement her parents had chosen for her in the worst part of Musutafu.)
(speaking of morning.)
~0~
The sound of ringing bells met Ochako's ears. Not that this should have woken her up since, you know;.. she was from an expanded family. And her half-sibling all had their own personal schedules. But for some reason, this very faint sound woke her up.
"Huh... who the hell would ring a bell at..." She checks her old Caterpillar phone. "3:45 in the morning? Like... what the fuck's wrong with 'em." She mumbled as she glared at her clock, unable to fall asleep...
not because she had not been about to (well, she still had the realization that she was not this body... but at the same time, she had no idea who she was other then a servant of Krishna.
And this woke her up.
'right... I'm not this body, I'm the spirit soul locked away in there... Better start my service to him then, ain't gonna waste any more time in this shitty place.' The brunette thought as she threw off her blanket, and made her bed. (they were all sleeping on the floor, something quite unusual in Japan since America once again became the strongest country in the world financially speaking.) then went to look for the rest of the cultists wondering what type of ceremony they were performing at ass o'clock in the morning.
She followed the sound to the house's main room, the living room and indeed, light streamed from the shoji door.
Ochako could also hear... mumbling? no... 'what is it? Ha le? Klshna? Lama?'
Suddenly the door slid open, and a silver-haired woman (not Ekarani, another one with short hair and a silver and blue saree... also, were her eyes blue? Or red? Also, what was that mark on her forehead?)
"Oh, Uraraka-san. Hare Krishna, good morning." She folded her palms. "I don't think we've had met yesterday, but you may call me Izayo Sakuya."
"Oh, that's... a Japanese name." Ochako blurted out, she had already noticed that most had their own... foreign names like Ekarani, Kokila, and Madan-Mohana-Mohini... and always ending in Devi Dasi.
"Yes." She blushed as she sighed elegantly. "Gurudeva has yet to manifest. But I know one day, it will." She spoke brightly. "Now, enough about me. What are you doing up so early in the morning? Not that waking up to attend Mangala-Arati is bad."
"Mangala... Arati?"
"We greet the lord after he and his Radha sleep... or, in our case, Gauranga and Nityananda." Miss Izaiyo explained kindly. "But... before you do, it is advised that you bathe and cover yourself in clean clothes. It is God, the cleanest and purest we are about to see, after all."
"Oh!" Right, she was about to see her master and...
"Come, let me bath you quickly."
"WHAT!"
~0~
When Sakuya had said that she would bathe Ochako quickly, she meant it.
Since after a blink, the brunette was bathed, massaged with fragrant oils, dressed in a silken sari expertly folded, decorated with a few tasteful ornaments and makeup and back in the room as if nothing had happened.
This had prompted the teen to ask the elegant and perfect woman about her quirk, only for her to tell Ochako that this wasn't a quirk, but the magic from an artifact and the blessing of Kala, time Himself...
who just so happens to be an illusionary aspect of God, Krishna, who is now on their altar as Gauranga.
It was super interesting, but also way too esoteric for Ochako's taste.
It was still four in the morning, way too early to have Sakuya explain the nature of the Absolute Truth. Especially to a soul that had just woken up to the fact that she was not this body, but... well, an eternal soul wearing a flesh suit whose bodily blueprint was made out of Karma, time and reactions to said Karma.
And Misery, let us not forget miseries.
Fifteen minutes later and the sound of a pair of crutches echoed in the hallway, heralding the Arrival of Deku-Hime...
Actually, her name was Izuku, but since her identity had changed, she let one of her friends choose it for her.
At first, Ochako thought it meant 'Useless Princess.'
and in a way, it did, since Deku would never be able to bear children.
But at the same time...
It was the name of the Deku Princess, a spitfire that lived in the Deku Palace in the Legend of Zelda; Majora's mask.
Yes, her friend was a geek.
And Ochako just so happens to like geeks, especially Esoteric ones.
"Hime's here!" Momoyo declared as she and another blond woman carrying a sword went to open the door for her. "Hare Krishna, Hime!"
And indeed, there she was, wearing an ethnic dress, a green and black Sari and her ever-present Ko-Omote mask.
Apparently, Ochako's friend had to wear it to hide her identity, lest she was discovered. Something about how it was connected to her losing her ability to procreate,
For Ochako, it sounded like a dream since, you know, kids cost money.
...
'But Hey, I'm not this body, and whatever money will come will come when the time is right. So I don't need to stress out about it. Besides, it's my parents who have the financial problems, not me!'
"Oh, Chakocchan!" Izu-chan spoke with surprise. "Hare Krishna, are you also going to Participate in the Mangala-Arati?"
"Yep!... no choice." The brunette spoke with a strained smile. "The bell woke me up."
"uh... that's weird," Izu-chan commented with a tilt of her mask. "We usually don't ring the bell that loud since we don't want to disturb our closest neighbour. I heard he had a nasty temper and was prone to burn houses down and blame it on faulty electrical outlets.
They may be fearless and overpowered, but lest it was a truly evil man whose powers came close to their own, then better not disturb him too much.
"Actually," another woman spoke up... the black skin one. "Madri did ring the bell this morning, she told me she saw a few too many ghosts around. Beside, yoh Daddy made this place as fireproof as he could."
Behind her mask, Deku-hime smiled. "Right, in case of..."
"in case of what?"
"One of my Aunt and mother figures is an arsonist, sometime, she just has to burn something."
"oh."
Deku-Hime clapped her hands together. "But! She is still a Devotee of the Lord and very dear to Lord Krishna. Without her, I would not be so well raised and loved. Now, speaking of Krishna, I believe the Arati is about to start.
And indeed, the priestess, a young girl wearing an ice white sari that complemented her long silver, braided hair, blew a conch three times, then pulled the curtains open.
All bowed, save for Ochako, who was caught in the lord's beauty.
And indeed, for those pure souls who regained their divine eyes... Sering The golden form of Gauranga with hands open, freely giving his causeless mercy to all, including her, a fallen soul, a marginal potency who fell for the trap of Maya…
Tears fell from her eyes, the best offering one could give to God.
~0~
And thus, the week past buy in the most mundane way possible for Hime.
She would wake up at the same time, every morning. And every morning, a maidservant would help her bathe and dress. Then she would attend Mangala-Arati. Only this time, there was Chakocchan too.
It was a joy to see her take to Krishna-Consciousness, something not many could do despite this being the default state of all souls.
Krishna-Consciousness really was what was written on the thing. You were conscious of Krishna, of God, of what he did, of his Devotee, and more importantly, of what would make him happy.
The name of the game was not how to have as much pleasure you could afford before death took everything away. But how to please Krishna eternally.
And it was... the most simple thing ever.
It was just like reigniting a relationship long lost due to someone (hint, not Krishna.) you had to start by calling him, and you would do this (For Krishna) by Chanting his Holy names.
The Hare Krishna-Maha-mantra of sixteen syllables.
The greatest sin ever committed was to be separated from God and to enjoy what was his. And this was the reason most were here.
Some had other reasons.
But, Krishna was not the Cruel and merciless God who would smith the infidel, he was not one to be feared but one to be loved.
And thus, the path of Bratkhi started by calling him Using the Hre Krishna Maha-mantra. Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare."
and then, when the lines of communications were open, and depending on how much you were willing to sacrifice to have your friendship back, Krishna would slowly, shily reestablish the relationship.
Of course, those sacrifices were not drastic as giving up blood and one own babies on an altar of sacrifice, killing them like Abraham almost did his son Jacob.
No, the greatest sacrifice one could perform in this most fallen age of Kali, a time where not Mantras that held no powers, and no brahmana could chant them perfectly. Where big, lavish sacricfice only ended in debts and ashes, and in which Yoga was only for a show of gymnastic and meditation but a tool for mental well-being in a time of duress.
And none of those were practised to return back home, back to Godhead... back to Krishna. The real, original reason for all fasting, austerities, Donations to good causes, charity and Deity worship.
No, in this fallen age of kali, performance of those practices was the same as pouring oil onto ashes, no matter how hard you tried, you would never get fire.
No, the Religion for this age, the one true and ever potent sacrifice was the Chanting of the Holy name, of the Hare Krishna Maha-Mantra.
It was the best meditation, dancing to it was the best Asana, the time given to It (Him) was the best of sacrifice and since Krishna and his Name's (Especially His main one.) then the performance of this sacrifice was the same as perfectly worshiping his Form.
And what a form it was.
"- So as I was saying, Chakocchan, the main practice we do to please Krishna is to perform Harinam-Sankirtana." She explains o her friend, one Friday after noon as she and a few other otherworldy women made their way to one of the busiest streets of downtown Musutafu.
There, an interesting mix of overindulgence and utter misery lumbered around.
"So... what's Halinama Sakcutail?" The shorter woman asked, expertly butchering the name.
"Hari-nama-San-kirta-na." Deku-Hime enunciated carefully. "It's the chanting of the Hare Krishna maha-Mantra in group and in public." She explained. "It's super fun, you sing and you dance with your hands up in the air-"
"Is it even legal here?" Ochako fretted, rubbing her hands together (every finger had a ring that would prevent her quirk from activating. A simple thought was all that was needed to be able to reverse gravity again. It was a gift from Uma Devi Dasi, Deku-Hime's father... a woman.) "Last I heard, every and all demonstrations were banned by the Hero Public Safety Commission."
both were dressed in opulent and colourful saris, with the tilaka proudly glowing on their forehead.
"Yes." Deku Hime spoke tersly. "But, not on private property," she spoke innocently.
It was hard for Ochako to get a read on her new friend and housemate since she never removed the creepy no mask. Like, at all. "Oh, by the way. I think where here." She said as she showed Ochako a private parking lot where a building once stood.
Well, legally, it was a parking lot, but it was used by quite a few sari-wearing people. And even some men wearing Indian clothes.
Suddenly, the one in the red sari decorated with a huge ceremonial rope rose up to her full size and turned around.
Hime Gasped, her hidden eyes wide as she literally launched herself toward the blue-haired, slightly serpentine woman with abandon, calling her a name Ochako would never have guessed in a million years.
"momma!"
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Back in UA, it was the final meeting before school started.
"And thus, Mineta Minoru, Bakugou Katsuki and... Moriya Izuku will be in class 1-A under heavy surveillance." Nedzu spoke from his podium.
Shouta sighed, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulder and hating those kids before he'd even met them... save for miss Moriya, of course.
Just in the entrance exam alone, she had managed to show herself to be an ideal hero... someone who had experience dealing with this type of situation where all hell broke loose and nothing but your withs and ability could get you out alive. Then she used... Quirks
Plurals. To not only ace it, but while having fun while doing it and saving a student from certain death by stabbing her with an ancient, Taoist sword that had been lost to time and considered a myth!
They had all seen her prowess, the skills and poise she process...
and the sheer... madness that animated her.
He would not be surprised if she would fly to Nedzu and request the time and ask him why he was not running late for his very important date... or some other trash like that.
Also… for some obscure reason, When Nedzy went to tail the trans girl to her home. Only to forget what he was supposed to do and go back home to sleep and cuddle with his cat.
He'd only remembered his failed mission when Nedzu asked him what he'd found about the girls.
Needless to say, this had been Shouta's worst moment as a professional.
Shouta let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his face. "Alright, so we know 'miss' Moriya has 'multiple' quirks, and from what we've gathered from... Yagi-san-" Or Powerless and dying All Might (Why, oh why was he still fighting? What was it so hard to admit that he'd been severely wounded and thus could not continue fighting on the front line?) "The only one who's ever had more then one quirk had been One For All, the boogeyman Of The Underworld."
Gasps rippled throughout the room, with whispered about how it was impossible. The boogeyman of the underworld was dead! All Might had killed him, avenging his mentor. It was common knowledge!
"So why are we keeping this kid in UA and not interrogating him? Wouldn't Tartarus be better?" Sekiro Kans sneered. "I could Handle the spitfire and this... what is he? A dwarf? And why are we keeping this perve here?"
"hmm, I take that his desire to mate with powerful females is frowned upon then?" Nedzu grinned. "Besides, Moriya-san is quirkless, as confirmed by both Shouta and her medical file." The thing grinned. " Meaning that whatever they are using is not a quirk, and it's also not from a support item. There was quite an interesting tale here, one I cannot wait to see unfold.
For his part, Aizawa Shouta just buried his whole face in his scarf, ignoring the rest of the meeting as he mentally prepared for the new torture...
sorry.
New school year.
He was not looking forward to this one... and since he was given the instruction to not expel anyone in his class this year (they trough he was being too critical, well excuse him for trying to evacuate would be child soldier from the meatball machine.) he could not even plan to expel those three...
It would be too dangerous to have this... 'quirkless' anomaly run free.