Magical Deku 3
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The rest of the week came and went, and both girls received their admission to the most 'prestigious' school in the country. Deku-Hime had shown her friend how to chant Kirtana and dance in front of God (No, twerking is not a valid dance move in any situation. But bunny hopping and the 'swami step' is.) and how to play Karatala.
At first, Ochako had struggled with her quirk, but with one call to her father and the round-faced girl became the proud owner of a pair of thumb rings that could turn her quirk on and of, spelled in a way that, short of losing her thumb, nothing would be able to dislodge them.
They were also rather timeless, meaning they would look good with anything.
Also, Hime learned that, after she had been let out by Yamuna-Sama to the outside and dull world of quirks again, more had followed, using her as a sort of anchor to bypass the curse of denial existence=death curse.
Deku-Hime, having been raised by one 'father' and numerous mothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, was a proper Gensokyen with some rather average magic. Simply flight and your average danmaku, she could have gotten a special ability, but instead, elected to use those two rather underwhelming abilities and hone them to perfection...
And then, the rest of her friends and Family provided her with spell cards that would use their abilities, meaning that if she wished to nuke Japan, she could nuke Japan with a freshly born star...
Not that she would, of course.
Nevertheless, with her also being born from the outside world, she was in between the two, sitting on a very special border. And Border Yamuna-sama had cultivated and attempted to breach centuries ago, the last attempt introducing quirks to the general population.
As she said, it had been a mistake to try and bypass her old work through Makai, but no use crying over spilt milk, especially if it was something even she could not change back...
Or would not, considering it was Yamuna.
Nevertheless, it meant that more Gensokyen were discovering the horrors of modern Japan, and many of them had taken up vigilantism on top of spreading Krishna Consciousness because the heroes were doing it wrong!
Anywho, none of those who'd taken this path were qualified to attend any Hero school since all were too old.
"And you know what's even more illogical?" Deku-hime ranted as she and Ochako walked (and mildly floated for Hime, her hips were painful today, and yet she knew magical abilities used in public were still considered illegal and vigilantism).
Also, why couldn't vigilantes be seen as bounty hunters for villains? Like, if the numbers of villains kept rising, why not the numbers of those who could take them down without any bells and whistles? And practically for free?
And if the authority quoted 'illegal use of a quirk.' and 'they could hurt others, hurt themself and kill the villains.' Well, same as heroes.
She missed the good samaritan laws of her home country; it meant that fewer people wanted to risk being mobbed.
"No, what is even dumber than illegal citizen arrest and illegal quirk usage?"
Also, the whole policy on illegal quirk usage was bullshit. Why prevent the citizens from expressing their inner magic? And why aim to have more and more powerful quirks when it was obvious that the non-demonized human body could not handle some of those spell abilities? And what to say of Children that developed deadly abilities with no one to teach them how to use them? No, instead, those children were labelled as villains, while those with underwhelming magic or mutations too great to be ignored were deemed waste, trash, and useless.
Despite being raised in Gensokyo, Deku-Hime never forgot the four years of hell she went through at the hands of her peers and teachers. While she knew it was her Karma, it did not mean she would not try to do something about the whole situation...
Krishna Willing, of course.
Beside her, Ochako giggled, the customized UA uniform dancing with the light breeze. "Wow, Deku-chan, you have a whole lotta plan here, girl!" She drawled, now more comfortable with her heavy accent that she knew what she was.
Hime blushed; when excited, her mouth would spill out whatever was happening in her mind.
Thankfully, the art of Damnaku had taught her to keep her mouth close while in combat; a mouthful of flying insects never was a pleasant experience, save for the birds.
"So... as I was saying before I got off track is that with all this rise of Hoodlums and villainy, it's absolutely illogical to have such a highly restrictive triage as to what can be a Hero." Deku-hime resumed. "They only want marketable people, those who look pretty and have flashy quirks and flashier costumes. They don't want soldiers, warriors who have truly trained in the art of fighting and killing, but characters from comic books who uphold so-called Christian/Buddhist morals about not killing those who have killed. By the way, the christen Crusade is still seen as the deadliest campaign ever known to man's mind. Nevertheless, this means that Heroes will always be weaker than the villains since they have to control their output so as not to kill, while the villains have no reasons not to, leading to more casualties then any sane warrior could ever permit. Not just that out the whole thing about declaring your special attacks is just plain stupid."
"But... didn't you declare your attack?" Ochako asked, feeling confused at the word vomit and by Hime's apparent hypocrisy.
"Spell Cards have to be declared since it is super potent magic; what you saw me use in the exam were non-spell cards and silent spell cards. Those are usually the least lethal and used as a cool-down period before the Damnaku Artist casts another big one. It's a safeguard since, you know, some of us can manifest moons, suns and other deadly attacks. Like the Yamuna, she will train people she doesn't like... or like, depending on her mood. Or Uttara Devi Dasi, who holds an entire star. As it is, her power in nuclear fusion."
"Yikes, that's mighty scary."
"It is." Deku-hime nodded sagely, her face hidden behind her mask, then she tilted her head. "Now that I think about it. Calling out your attacks is a way to warn others to get out of the way. Unfortunately, you guys mostly use it to appear fancy; I rarely see any attack meant to kill anymore, and no side watcher has any power to set up a barrier, and all would rather gawk at the destruction than run." she sighed as she and her friend approached. "Nevertheless, there is another illogical thing the Hero Culture is praising, and it is to keep the villain alive, sending them to Tartarus where they rot, and their DNA is stolen from them... it's quite a ghoulish place that my Yama friend wants to see destroyed. And it makes no sense to keep those sinful persons waiting for death in Tartarus when it would be safer and more merciful to kill them on the field. I swear, keeping all those Villains in one place is just begging for trouble."
"Don't I know it now." Ochako nodded sagely as the two girls readily ignored the ogling the student body gave them.
"I know it's the same principle for Heros, but why should a hero follow etiquette when villains won't?" she asked as she moved her arms. "Just like in the Mahabharata, the moment the warriors fighting for the Kaurava's ganged up on Abhimanyu, killing his most ignobly. In the Dhanur Veda, all fighting was one on one and between warriors of equal strength, and you can't help nor impede another warrior." She explained. "The fighting has to happen during the daylight, and one cannot hit below the belt."
"But I thought Bhima struck Dritahastra in the balls with his big fat mass?" She asked as she blatantly ignored the student gawking at their long dress.
Purity was the force, after all.
"Yes, he did. But you have to understand that God's Will and Desired go above all Vedic rules. Krishna asked Yudhistira to lie, but Yudhistira upheld his vows of truthfulness... and at the end of his life, he saw Hell from a single moment... but a moment in hell can last a thousand years. You also have to understand that at this time in the wars, the villains had stopped following the divine rules of fighting, and thus, the unwritten rules were activated. The Pandavas began to fight dirty also, but unlike the Kauravas, they had Krishna, the Father of all Religions, giving them his blessings. Also, the unwritten rule is that you must match your opponent's level of Aggression. If it's play fighting, you play fight, and if you fight to the death-"
"You fight to the death, got it? And you match them one for one." Ochako smashed her fist in her hand for emphasis, looking positively feral.
Did Deku tell you how much she adored Ochako?
Well, she did now.
Eventually, they reached the eponymous classroom that would have the honour of surviving three years with those two in her hold as they go through the hero course.
"Damn, now those are some big ass doors right here." Ochako drawled as he looked to the very top of those monstrous sliding doors.
"I wonder why? I mean, some mutated students are bigger than average, but those are too rare, and I don't think Miss Takeyama even attended UA, so... I believe it's the principal trying to compensate for something."
"Like what? His height?" Ochako asked as she pushed the door open to admit her friend in, since it was not automatic.
"I have heard from a friendly wind that he was indeed rather small... and what in the world is our teacher doing sleeping on the ground?!" Hime exclaimed loudly as she stared with outrage (through the rather expensive eyes of her mask.) at the yellow sleeping bag on the ground that could only belong to their teacher.
Of course, now that he had been outed, Aizawa Shouta was known to Sakuya and Kalindi Devi dasi and her dead sister. The ever-depressed man with a desire for a slow, pathetic death.
Seriously, what was the man thinking? He was working two jobs, not something unheard of, nowadays... and quite Sadly. But the fact that one of his jobs was daytime and the other a Night job that could get both physically and emotionally demanding meant that he had nothing else to give.
This was one of Kalindi's biggest gripes about the man, and how he was overly broody and clearly suffered from depression and yet, did nothing to get out of this state.
The man, looking and smelling like an unclean Mleccha (when was the last time he bathed?) he was, got out of his bag and gave a red glare at the Princess of Gensokyo...
One of them, at least.
"... You're going to be a problem child, aren't you?"
"Only if you turn out to be a Problem Teacher." She shot back primly, making some student snicker, and one, the tallest young man in the group, got up and started berating her for her lack of respect for their teachers.
But Hime did not desire to make the scene any longer, he was still her teacher for now, and if push came to shove, she could easily record his behaviour and give them to those it may concern.
But then came another problem.
Her desk was the same, generic desk with the same generic seat.
Meaning it would cause her immense amounts of pain if she were to sit in that.
Joy.
Well, at least the young man sitting in front of her was quiet. His green hair was definitely a dye job, and... did he draw freckles on his face?
Weird... but alright, this was modern-day Tokyo, and people liked to cover their faces with layers of dangerous makeup to make up for the beauty they lacked.
Still, to return to her seat, it was one of those uncomfortable, mass-produced school chairs that would cause back pain and problems in the students... and for Hime...
She couldn't sit in without suffering in agony.
"Is there any problem?" Shouta asked, and Deku-hime began to regret how rude she had been to him.
This would be her superior for the next three years, and she, as a Vaishnavi, was supposed to give respect to all!
Something she had neglected for this man.
'And I shall now receive my due.' "Yes, Sensei. You see, I can't sit in a chair like this; it would make my pain worse-"
"Then, if this is going to be a bother, there's always the door." The 'teacher' smirked sadistically.
Obviously, he needed some lessons from Yuthika Devi Dasi about that.
"... right, but I can't sit properly on a door." Then she tilted her head to the side. "Actually... a flat surface would be perfect, but I fear the classroom door may be too big. Thank you, Sensei, for reminding me that we have a perfectly good floor." She bowed as she gently lowered herself belly down on the floor... with some magic, of course.
Aizawa stared at her bemusedly... but before he could say anything, the tallest and broadest boy in the classroom, with Shyama-blue hair and glasses, got up, moving as stiff as Yoshika.
"This is completely unacceptable!" He declared as he violently chopped in his hand. 'The moment you have entered this classroom, you have disrespected our teacher, then you are blatantly making fun of him! This is a terrible way to start your school years, miss Moriya, and I wouldn't be surprised if you were expelled in the next hour or so. Now get off the floor; Sensei told us where to sit."
"Oh..." Really, Deku-hime would not blame him; she was so nervous today. "Well, I thought sticking myself to the door would not be a good idea since... you know, I would get hurt every time the door would open..."
Oh, Krishna, she really wanted to disappear into the ground; she was terrible at this.
Then she heard Aizawa-Sensei sigh. "You know what? You're fine where you are, just grab your gym clothes and come find me at training ground Beta for your quirk assessment test." Their teacher said as he got up from the floor and dropped his dirty yellow sleeping bag. (he needed a new one, the poor man was definitely a charity case.) and wordlessly made his way out the room. "You have ten minutes to get there."
A young woman (she looked older than most.) who had the same power as Sunny Milk raised her hand. "But Sensei, how about orientation?" She reasonably asked.
"It would be a waste of time, UA's pretty liberal about what a teacher can do, Plus Ultra and all that."
Deku-hime raised her... she shot a Damnaku up, a white one that flashed green."
"No quirk usage in the classroom." Aizawa Sensei spoke in a bored tone.
'huh... this never happened in my old school.' "Well, about that. This was magic, and I don't have a quirk. Is there another teacher that could give me orientation, then?"
Aizawa stared, then his eyes turned red, and his hair began to float around his head, pushed by his latent psionic powers.
If Aizawa-sensei would've been quirkless, he would give Sabrina a run for her money.
The tired man's shoulders slumped as he leaned on the desk. "You... are to be evaluated for your physical prowess."
"Ah, then I supposed I should just pack my things then since I'm a rather squishy wizard."
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Shouta started at the supreme problem child as he felt his mind-melting, cursing Nezu to a slew of animal torture.
First, she walked in with her friend in a longer skirt than permitted.
A clear sign of delinquency. But he could overlook that.
Nedzu had prohibited him from expelling anyone this year... especially Bakugou, Mineta and, of course, Moriya.
Bakugou looked like a madman; his green died haired and painted freckles were one thing he could leave as an eccentricity, but wearing a pin asking if they had seen someone looking like him took the cake; not only that but despite having a quirk, the boy managed to pass the exam quirkless and on rescue points alone. Then daring to not have him in the hero course because of that, calling out Nedzu for the fact that there were no quirkless students despite him saying that quirkless students were allowed... and then calling the Sadistic rat out on the fact that he had hidden this information so thoroughly in the website, that it would take a hefty amount of moon logic to get there.
How this Bakugou managed to find that, Shouta could only speculate.
But one thing was for sure; those eyes did not hold insanity... but grief and righteous anger at the world.
He may have to keep an eye on him. Maybe set him up with the counsellor? And how about that doll he always had on him, with black, green hair? The one with the diamond-shaped freckles... was it a video game character of something? Or maybe a dating sim character with how innocent he looked.
Then there was Mineta Minoru... or the underground Hero Japjuice.
He was retired after he got hit with a permanent shrinking quirk, but instead of taking his fall hard, he instead chose to test the girls (and boys.) on how they would react to sexual harassment.
No, no one knew to save for the faculty, and every year, his Ace (verified) cohort would harass the students and see how they would react.
Would they seek help? Would they fight? Or would they just take it silently?
Many would be surprised to fail that test, and Kayama would pick up the slack.
True, it was underhanded, but it was effective.
What was the point in teaching those young girls how to fight when they would be eaten whole by the creeps and the press... same as those boys.
And Shouta would do everything he could to ensure they could survive... even if it were underhanded.
(and maybe he liked the cringe comedy that would come out of it, nothing wrong with being sadistic, hell, his own homeroom teacher was Nedzu, the most non-villainous sadist on earth! So it was alright... right?)
(He was stalling, wasn't he?)
His gaze returned to the second and yet foremost of his problem children this year. Moriya Izuku.
For a moment there, he thought it was Midoriya Izuku, a Kid that had disappeared under nebulous circumstances, the last place he had been seen alive, having gone up into smoke after the little quirkless creep (as told by his classmates.)
Well... Shouta had a very intense love-hate relationship with those.
He hated them since the only time he would see and interact with a quirkless person was when he had to talk them out of unaliving themselves... sometimes more than once at night.
And he loved them since they were some ridiculously smart and resilient fuckers once they got their will to live back.
Seriously, just give them the proper tech, and they could even outperform All Might if given the chance.
But... This Moriya-san...
She resembled the boy; their age-matched also.
But...
Well, his gut feeling told him no, this trans-woman... The quirkless trans-girl was not the latest Quirkless cold case.
She was a suicide migraine made manifest.
Why was Shouta thinking that?
Well, since the seat was late (no, he was not that cruel, even if he thought Heroism was no place for a handicapped Hero (Ectoplasm notwithstanding, he was retired, for crying out loud.), but Moriya san was... an anomaly Nedzu desired to keep close to his chest.
And Shouta could understand the logic behind that; better you keep the devil close then far away.
Still... it didn't mean that he wouldn't try to make the girl give up since, with her injuries, she wouldn't survive on the field.
But... Shouta felt that this magical cultist was not bound to any rules of this world, and thus, the newly acquired Chaos Gremlin would do as she pleased.
Oh well, he had been tasked to keep an eye on her and follow her home if needed.
More work for him... but then, All Might sucked at tailing people.
"You... may use your magic also... or you can go to class 1-B and have your orientation here. The rest, you have five minutes; anything later than that, and it's immediate expulsion."
That said, Shouta turned his heel as he listened to the mad scramble to the changing room.
He grinned. Maybe this year won't be so bad despite Moriya-san and Bakugou-san
behind him, Kokila, the closed eyes satori, chuckled, causing Shouta to look behind him, finding nothing.'
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In Deku-Hime's opinion, Class 1-B was definitely a treasure trove of interesting abilities.
There was this girl who could make her hands grow, a young man who could travel in shadows while another one with a rather repetitive name could turn into iron, a girl who could separate her body parts and a blond prideful boy who could copy others' abilities.
'hmm... I wonder if this is the true gift of the quirkless, if the magical orbs are still in effect, then I wouldn't be surprised if the urban legend that the quirkless could take other peoples' quirk would come true.' She mumbled to herself after storing the second notebook she had filled that day.
True, it was nothing Krishna Conscious, except to Ibara-san (they had an argument about whether Jesus was God or not, and while Hime knew Ibara-san to be dead wrong, the poor delusional girl thought the Son and the Father to be the same).
Poor Isha Putra, he'd given his life for them, and look what they have done to him.
Still, eventually, Ibara stormed off, cursing out Krishna as if he was the devil incarnate.
It was rather funny, if not extremely sad.
Nevertheless, she was done with her Quirk assessment test, and she had to admit that she felt bad for them.
Since it was mostly physical, she requested the aid of Ibuki Suki, the tiny oni who could turn into an army. Oh, Deku-hime also did the grip strength, ball toss, long jump, and the two races and came atop the races and jumped by herself.
Needless to say, Sekiro-Sensei had asked Hime to use her quirk, and Hime had told him that she couldn't use what she didn't have and that her magic was limited to flying, danmaku, and summoning friends, just as she had written on her inscription paper.
It was now after the fact; Hime didn't care about her score since she knew she was in terrible shape regarding her lower body.
Those boys and girls had made sure of that.
Nevertheless, Hime had fun and made a few friends along the way, which was the important part.
It was easier to invite friends to partake in the Lord's sacred Prasadam than complete strangers; for this, they needed a temple to do that.
At the end of the day, she had the school's map, knew of all the safety procedures, knew where the emergency exits and where the fire extinguishers were.
She had also visited a certain Recovery Girl who, without even trying to be discreet about it, tried to recruit her to help in her hospital.
Hime declined, saying that if she couldn't chant Hare Krishna as she worked, then the shichiseiken would only kill... and that having a perfect healer in a superpower school heal every small scrap and bruise without teaching about the true nature of the soul would turn those hopefuls in a bunch of reckless cowards.
Chiyo-Basan had burst into rancorous laughter at that and gave the girl her exam... later vowing to hunt down those who had dared desecrate Hime's body like that.
Well... Deku-Hime could somehow remember them, including a Kacchan... but this was as far as she could remember, time and trauma having erased most of it.
Good riddance.
After receiving a good bill of health (Obviously.) Saved for a badly healed pelvic bone and missing genitals (Obviously, again.) Izuku was sent to return home... not before giving Chiyo-basan Ekarani's phone number since it was obvious the poor elder was overwhelmed and overworked. Snapping at anyone who came to her.
Seriously, nurses and doctors were the most important and yet the most maltreated of all professionals, save for porn actresses, customer service, and Models.
And thus, after a rather productive day... just not devotionally. Hime floated away from UA, wondering if Ochako had waited for her at the gate.
And indeed, there she was, waiting for her with the green-haired boy and his… Izuku doll.
Chakochan noticed the floating girl and energetically began to wave at her while the quiet boy, who just so happened to have a frightening resemblance to Kazami Yuthika.
He.. his green eyes and perpetual sad scowl reminded Izuku of Kacchan...
Not that she remembered Kacchan very much, something about him being a childhood friend who got vicious as he grew up...
Who knows, maybe this was him? Maybe he had changed?
"Hare Krishna, Hime!" Ochako greeted with a bounce. "How was your first day? Where did you go anyway? Didn't you do your test?"
"Haribol, Chakochan." Hime greeted back as she gently landed on the ground, using her crutches to stabilize. "So, who is this gentleman? Somebody I know?"
"This is Bakugou Katsuki; he wanted to meet you." Ochako gestured to the teen, who was holding his...
'Oh... that's... Kacchan?!'
"I see..." Hime smiled behind her mask. A nervous reaction...
She could reveal herself to him... but at the same time...
At the same time, did he grow up? Why did he dye his hair? Why did he hold a doll in her old image ( as a boy... like the one she used to have when learning to accept her new reality.)
But before she could form a suitable answer, a car violently pulled up to the curb; being trained in Fighting, Deku-hime was already a foot up in the air, her shot-type primed and ready to rain Hell on whoever dared to think she was an easy kill.
Only to have Bakugou-san yank her down. "Don't... it's my mom..." He spoke in the most resigned voice Hime had the misfortune of hearing.
'huh... if this is how he feels about his mom... is she worse than a demon? It sounds to me like he's heading to the sunken Hell of Blood and Filth.'
A woman stormed out of the expensive-looking car, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the whole thing rock back and forth. "KATSUKI!" She screeched like a benshi as she descended on the boy like a rabid tigress on an unsuspecting human. "I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO DYE YOUR GOD DAMNDED HAIR, YOU WASTE OF SE-" then she stopped dead in her tracks.
It was like watching unbounded Rumia get distracted by something shiny on her way to slaughter the human village...
Actually... Unbounded Rumia was sort of OK once you got to know her, unlike the raging woman.
"Oh... hello there." The strange woman greeted, her whole demeanour doing a one-eighty. Her ruby red gaze went over both Hime and Ochako's bodies with... too much intensity.
She was like a predator gauging her latest treasure; not even Seiga looked that bad anymore, having mellowed out a lot after she began to practice Bhakti.
Hime hated this; Ochako was more than skin stretched over a construct of fat, blood and stools.
"My Name is Bakugou Mitsuki, but you may call me Mitsuki-Oba." She greeted pleasantly as she yanked her boy beside her.
"Wait... like the old Hero-popular adu-"
"Yes, I was a model... that was until I got knocked up if you know what I mean." She muttered as she tightened her grip on her unfortunate son. "... I'm sorry for the result."
Oh, Hime didn't like the implications.
"So, what did my useless son do to you, ladies?" Bakugou-san asked, and Katsuki-san flinched.
"He was about to walk with us back home. I heard this morning that a creepy dude with staples holding everything was lurkin'"
"Lurking, dear." Bakugou-san sneered. "Honestly, you sound like a country bumpkin; learn how to speak properly. You are in Musutafu, not Kansai."
" I'm from Okinawa... but sure, I'll learn Sanskrit." Ochako, bless her heart, spoke like an angel. "but yeah, Katsuki here was 'bout to escort us ladies back to our place on Sekoto, purdy little piece of heaven this is." The brunette spoke with an exaggerated accent, probably enjoying making fun of the illusioned soul.
"Oh, is that so?" Bakugou-san asked with a predatory glint barely hidden in her worrying red eye. "Well, why don't you girls hop in, then? I'll drive you there."
"It's quite alright, mother. But I can always call my Chauffeur to get us, we just wanted to take in the nice afternoon air and sun."
"Well... you told me it was dangerous."
"Neither of us knew until your brave and courageous son warned us of the danger, offering his assistance and protection during our transit."
Bakugou-san scoffed. "This fucking weakling?" She harshly jerked Katsuki's arms, making him wince in pain. "This good for nothing ass won't use his fucking quirk, There no way he could've helped you ladies at all, for all I know."
"For all you know, we are a couple of pretty models ripe to be exploited by you, and your son is ruining the narrative you had... so no, leave us alone before my Chaperone gets mad." Deku-hime could not help herself as she bristled and took to the sky. "Now leave... but know that my friends are everywhere and will act if you as much as mildly insult your God-given son."
"Ah... Hime-"
Bakugou-san dropped whatever pretext of being a good mother down, her pleasant mask shattering on the ground. Her sneer was animalistic, showing too many teeth for someone whose sanity was whole.
"Now Listen here, you little brainwashed bitch!" She spat, and Hime swore she saw spittles flying out. "I see talent; I want talent. I could make this plain brown the cover of the best magazine, have her sit on the lap of the most powerful heroes and drink champagne from a diamond slipper! You're nothing, just an ugly cult whore with no-" But Mitsuki's words were muted by a silver blade pressed to her throat.
"In Normal time, I would have drained you of all blood the moment you frowned at Moriya-Hime." Said Izayo Sakuyu, she wore a coal pinstripe suit and heels that should be illegal by their height. (But considering that her time Magic permitted many feats that defied the laws of physics and plain old Logic, for the maid of the pocket watch of Blood, fighting in stilettos just made her even more dangerous.) "But since you have a son to care for... and innocent eyes are upon us, then I will refrain."
"Who... who the fuck are you!?" Bakugou-san asked as she tried to struggle against Sakuya's hold.
"I am Smrti Devi Dasi... but to you, Bakugou Mitsuki, you shall call me Izayo-Sama."
"Fuck you!"
"I'd rather not. I am Moriya-hime's Chaperone and bodyguard... not that there's much I can do in terms of protecting her."
"Why? That bi-" The knife dug deeper.
"Just so you know, I am here to stop her from breaking her vows, she shall not kill women, children, and elderly, save for those who deserve to meet Yamaraja early... I, on the other hand." She let the end of her phrase hang like the sword of Damocles.
Bakugou-san smirked. "So, you're a fucking villain, figured that the green-haired hoe-"
"A Maid."
"What?"
"I am a maidservant; I simply do what I was tasked to do... and the only reason you still live is because a friend of my Mistress has asked me not to bleed you... and I will admit, the smell of your blood... neither of my Mistresses would even touch it with a wing tip. Now...we must leave." Smrti said as she disappeared, carrying Mitsuki with her.
and the next thing Izuku knew, she was in the cozy habitacle of her palanquin, belly down on what could only be described as a super soft cloud, giving her arms and legs a break.
She gratefully sank into the cushion. "Jaya Govinda." she praised.
"Huh... I thought we would drive home... not carried on some poor schmoe's shoulders." Ochako piped up as she leaned back, grabbing her Krishna Book from her book bag and returning to her bookmarks.
"Oh, no one is carrying us on their sore shoulders; guruguru-san is driving us back to my home on Giri-Sekoto." She addressed Katsuki-kun, who was giving himself whiplash as he tried to take everything in. "By the way... may I call you Ka... Katsuki-kun? This woman doesn't deserve the right to share her name with you."
The false greenette pierced Deku-hime with his glowing red eye.
"... The fuck happened here, where are we and... why the fuck to you wear a mask?" Katsuki asked himself... and by Krishna's sacred and all-powerful name, Hime was oh-so tempted to call him Kacchan.
"Yes, those have to be answered." She nodded appreciatively. While her memories were spotty, she could still remember Kacchan...
He had grown a lot without her...
Still, he had asked questions, and it was also an opportunity to test him, to see if he was different from the bully in her past... and to understand why he'd blown up her genitals.
"What happened here is that I saw you in trouble. As a soon to be hero and Kshatrani by nature, to ignore the way your... incubator treated you would be adharmic- sinful... but my chaperone saved me from having to chastise her." She explained, waiting to see Katsuki's reactions.
From what little she remembered, the young boy's mood was as explosive as his quirk, even more so. And he would explode at the mere implication of him being weak and needing help.
She saw his lips thin and his brows furrowed, to the side, Ochako sneaked closer, ready to touch him. (or maybe to pummel him in the ground since, being the sole girl of a family of boys, she knew how to fight dirty and efficiently.)
Then Katsuki took a deep breath in, then gently released it. He did this a few times before he reopened his red eyes again.
"You'll get in trouble; Mom's got sharks for lawyers."
"We have the literal law on our side, and we were in Nedzu's sight, the way madam Bakugou acted, from her body language to how she made to grab you to the traffic infraction she committed by going over the speed limit in a school zone."
Suddenly, Hime realized that she'd become the center of amazed and confused attention.
"Have I said something?"
"Hime-chan, I thought you were super ignorant to anything pertainin' to modern culture?"
Hime blushed under her mask.
"W-well... there's nothing wrong with researching, you know." She blushed as she scratched the back of her neck. " I mean, I didn't want to be more of a burden then I am usually, and, you know, I heard tales of foreigners being bamboozled and-"
~0~
Katsuki stared at Hime... Deku Hime as she dissolved into a mutter storm.
He felt as if he knew her... and yet, nothing triggered, no huge revelation came to him save for the usual dread that came when his mother didn't have what she wanted and had to call her lawyer.
No, He did not look forward to facing her again; she would cuff the back of his head,t...
She would yell and call him names.
Call him a disappointment, a little bitch who got attached t a terminal case. that maybe Izuku should've gotten his quirk and left Katsuki to die in the forest instead.
He knew it was wrong; Mama Inko never did all that.
But this would be a problem for Future Katsuki; right now, he had so many other questions that had to be answered.
"Why the mask?" He abruptly demanded, feeling the familiar itch in his hand demanding he ignited his nitroglycerin. "You got something to hide?"
'out of the pan, into the fire... yeah, Kacchan, your luck fucking sucks.' He harshly thought to himself.
But considering what he did in the past... yeah, that checked out.
"I... Do." Hime revealed, then she began to fidget even more, despite lying on her front.
She had suffered a heavy blow to her pelvic area; it was a miracle... and rather badass that she could still fight... still, Katsuki would rather she chose something safer...
(like Izuku... poor Izuku...)
"So... will you tell us?" Katsuki demanded in a somewhat belligerent way; his day had been shitty, he'd barely had any sleep that night, the quirkist Hag had been a pain to deal with in the morning, he had been sitting beside a weirdo on the train and had to deal with Hobo-sensei.
Fucking hell, what was wrong with the guy? Last he'd read about Japanese labour law; the 'hero' was super illegal with his time.
He just wanted to... he just wanted to go to Izuku's shrine and pray to him... and tell him all about his day.
He would get a kick out of Deku-hime's Magical quirk.
Hime remained silent as she seemed to mull over her answer.
"Well, I have more than one reason... but before I answer you. And I will don't worry... I have my own questions to ask."
Of Course... of course, it would be like that.
"Sure... can't lose much anyway." Especially now that he knew he would be kicked out of the house.
Something he deserved ever since he was eight.
"Alright... can you tell me why you dyed your hair? And what is this doll all about? And why does it look like you?" She tilted her head, the creepy mask not helping the atmosphere.
"Yeah, it's, like, mighty suspicious..." Round face asked, before her eyes grew a bit wider in surprise. "Hey, wait an effin minute, Izu-" Katsuki froze. "How come you know his hair got coloured?"
"He still has some green behind his ears and at the back of the neck."
Speaking of Katsuki's ears, they were now burning in shame.
He had been so careful about it, but this being his first time, mistakes were bound to happen.
Katsuki hesitated; the last time he spoke to a shrink about what had happened, he had dismissed him, telling him not to worry and that he did a great service to humanity.
Thankfully, his Aunty had quickly dispelled this falsity and given him the straight facts.
"Don't worry, Kacchan. You can tell her ." The weird girl, probably an extra, told him. But you better not ask Katsuki how she looked, for he had already forgotten everything about her.
He closed his eyes... and began his tale of woes.
"It all started when... my only real friend got diagnosed as quirkless."
~0~
Back in UA.
"I want to keep her in my class." Sekiro Kan declared as he slapped his hands on the Conference table. "She managed to soothe Monoma's 's anxiety, she connected with Ibara over God and his glories, Tokage-san is already calling her sister and-"
"And this is why class A-1 still produces better Heroes out the gate, Vlad; friendship is overrated; better they focus on training." Aizawa drawled, probably wishing for more coffee, his sleeping bag, or both. "We're raising soldiers, not children.
It took everything for Kan not to flinch.
Soldiers...
This was how Aizawa saw children, kids who had barely begun the most stressful and traumatic time of their lives right before adulthood.
"Say... how many of your previous class stayed in the hero business?" he asked instead as he tilted his head to the side. "I've heard another one of your old students, one you taught to the end of class, committed-"
"SHUT UP!"
Kans stared at his colleague, the rage in those two words was raw and unbidden.
Then, the insomniac hid his face in his capture scarf, mumbling something about rumours and how most of those he taught would go to underground Heroics anyway, away from the paparazzi and other carrion birds.
But Kan knew...
Kans knew he'd dealt a low blow to the man.
The reality of the Heroic industry was a rather grim one; the public was fed a romanticized version of what was truly going on.
And the thing was...
Suicide amongst the lower rank Heroes, even the higher ones (there was this rumour about Todoroki Enji... but it was so farfetched, no one truly believed it.), was... high.
And this was not counting the other types of deaths.
"Sorry... that was a low blow." Kan Admitted.
Sure, he may have built this whole narrative about the epic rivalry between Class A and Class B... but this...
This had gone overboard.
A moment of silence passed over the two men as they watched the wind play in the tree top. Nedzu, being an animal, had commissioned the school grounds to be a beautiful, lush forest since he was well aware of their healing properties.
"So... how many did you want to expel this year?" He asked instead, moving to a much safer subject.
Aizawa sighed as he rubbed his face tiredly. "is it... is it really..." he sighed in Frustration. "All of them, I want them all out of this meat grinder and out somewhere being kids as long as they can, then date, do stupid teenager mistakes... but I can't."
"The Commission caught on to your strategy."
"They did," Aizawa admitted bitterly, tears pouring from his eyes. "But... as you told me... no matter what I do to get them out of their claws, those kids..." He let out a sob. "If I keep them in UA, then Nedzu can keep them safe from the HPSC. But the moment they have their license... it's over, they belong to them... and if I... If I expel them, stamping a black mark on their file..."
"They... can't handle it."
Shouta shook his head. "No... no they... I always made sure they would have options, Kan. It may not be as glamorous as daytime hero work, but it pays the bill, they are safe, and they can still have a full life..." He scrubbed at his eyes angrily. "Suicide... Suicide... Fucking- It's wasn't suicide, Sekiro, it's never fully a suicide; I check on them, I talked to them, I make sure they know I did what I did for good and that nothing would happen to them, that they would always have a roof over their head, food in the pantry, the education needed to be someone in the world and an ear to talk too." he bumped his head in the back wall as he finally let his tears fall from his eyes. "It's the commission... that's their MO."
The room they were in turned silent as Aizawa recomposed himself and Kan digested what was going on.
When he joined the UA student Body, the Commission had been a force of Good men and women who worked to keep the public and Heroes safe from harm and debilitating drama, all the while maintaining a strict code of conduct for them and the Heroes to Follow.
But now...
"We're fucked... aren't we?"
Aizawa let out a very hollow laugh, a laugh that had more to do with a sob.
"Not so; I am sure that, if you ask her nicely, my mistress would gladly let me hunt those who are threatening the lives of your students."
...
Both Heroes took an embarrassingly long time to react (in their warped opinion, that is.) to turn around and face whomever the stranger was...
A stranger... a trespasser on UA's hallowed ground.
And the stranger...
was a woman with white hair, red eyes, an elegant pinstripe suit and holding a hostage...
Bakugou Mitsuki.
The woman looked at the pair of Heroes with hope in her desperate eyes.
It was quite understandable.
Eraserhead activated his quirk; it was all too easy to stop the woman now that she had no quirk to fall back to. Vlad King quickly jabbed his back with his needles and shot his blood toward the white-haired villain.
Said villainess raised a brow... and Eraser's eyes suddenly got covered with a soft yet solid cloth; shackles also bound his wrist and ankles. Thankfully, he was already on the ground and not falling towards it.
Vlad, on the other hand, was facing a rather... peculiar situation.
He was already feeling the effect of mild blood loss... meaning he'd lost a ridiculous amount of it in a ridiculously short amount of time.
He stared in... fear at the unassuming woman who was still holding Miss Bakugou captive. "Now that this is done and over with, my name is Sharada Devi Dasi, but among the vigilantes, I am known as Sakuya Izayo, the head maid of the scarlet devil mansion. And currently the chaperon of one Moriya Izuku." then she gave a chilling smile. "and... I may have been known as Jack the Ripper... maybe."
The two men blanched as she deposited the now bound Bakugou senior at Vlad King's feet... along with a huge file cabinet.
"This is Bakugou Mitsuki, best pimp, groomer and child trafficker aid of Musutafu. I performed a citizen arrest..." she took out a silver pocket watch with the moon engraved on it... along with some suspicious brown stain.
Sekiro knew blood in every state...
Miss Izayo closed her watch decisively, the quiet sound too loud for the two men.
"Hmm... it seems that it took me five hours to gather all the necessary evidence, and no, none of them are forged, and I will gladly stand scrutiny. But in your time, it took me thirty minutes." the maid of the pocket watch of blood bowed humbly. "My apologies."
Both Hero stared at the two silent women; not even Bakugou Mitsuki had retained the ability to speak.
"Are you... a vigilante?" Kan asked cautiously as he clutched his head in pain. Blood loss was a bitch to deal with.
"Hmm… well, I am an incident resolver from Gensokyo; we don't use the terms 'villains', Heroes, and Vigilant. of someone can stop an incident, then they stop an incident. and if you start an incident, you are liable to get mobbed by how many incident resolvers or on the case. Once the incident is resolved, we all have a feast in Honour of Krishna… the same will happen if the trouble maker has met with death." The elegant maid with the blood encrusted pocket watched explained and currently, I see many incident happening at once, overwhelming you… Heroes." she explained with a soft smile…
was it a proud smile? a sardonic one?
Kan had no idea, the only thing he knew were the black spot dancing in his vision.
The next thing he knew, he looked up to Miss Izayo; he was lying on one of those blood transfusion chairs, his legs raised and covered with a warm blanket... and indeed, he was receiving blood back.
Not that Kans needed to since his body could synthesize red blood cells from food thrice faster than a normal... and a non-blood quirked person.
Nevertheless, he felt less woozy... but-
"I have manipulated time in such a way that you've regained all that was lost and got to rest for a few hours... your colleague, sir Eraserhead is back in his classroom; I let him sleep the hours he so desperately needed, fed him a healthy meal, and helped him sort the case about Miss Bakugou... I'm sorry about the inconvenience." She again bowed before disappearing from Kan's sight.
The vampire-like man looked at the ceiling; he felt better, but...
He now understood another part of Aizawa-san...
"I will never complain about Aizawa Shouta venting about his class.
And how it was the first day at school, and yet the Chaos, once the students had started, was enough to want to have him give Nedzu his two-week notice.
Also, He could keep Deku-Hime... no need to have yat another gremlin princess in his class. Tokage-san was enough.