Soulbound Heroes(rewrite completed)

by shados960

As the climatic battle continued to be waged on the moon to defeat Asura, Maka and Soul traveled inside the kishin’s very soul to try save Crona Gorgon while he planned to make the ultimate sacrifice to atone for all his sins. But due to the will of an unknown force; suddenly find themselves stranded in a strange world filled with heroes and villain’s.

3. Chapter 3:Shattering revelations

DISCLAIMER: I do not own soul eater nor do I own my hero academia, both are respective properties of studio bones.

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Chapter 3: Shattering Revelations

Maka could safely say she had dealt with many, many unpleasant and downright crappy moments in her eventful time as a meister.

Bruises received from a particularly powerful evil human.

The rare concussions from an unlucky blow to the head.

The stinging feeling of nasty slash wounds that would later become scars.

And of course, the sheer agony she'd felt when she was stabbed in the chest by the kishin himself.

But throughout this long line of unpleasant experiences, Maka could safely say, the only thing that could even rival the agonizing pain of being stabbed through the chest; was the nasty feeling of waking up after a long and chaotic fight.

Needless to say, it sucked.

God, it sucked so much. Everything in her body felt so sore, pain would flare up in places where she was injured as they reconnected to her nerves. Which made Maka simply wish she didn't wake up to begin with. Right now, she wanted to do nothing more than continue sleeping away. It was a much easier alternative than to awaken to such an unpleasant feeling of pain.

Okay yes, it sounded lazy as hell, and something she normally detested but it wasn't her fault that she couldn't just wake up feeling nice and comfy every time this kind of thing happened to her. Heck, even as she felt the soft comfort of some kind of bed or mattress, she still felt kind of crappy at the moment.

And this was only made worse when Maka heard a strangely familiar voice ring in her ears.

"Maka... Maka, Are you awake?"

"Go away... just five more minutes," Maka murmured groggily, it was too damn early for this crap.

"C'mon Maka it's me, wake up already."

Okay seriously, whoever this annoying person is, he was about to get a world of hurt if he kept interrupting her sleep. But now that she thought about it, that voice sounded very familiar. Did it sound a lot like... Soul?

But wasn't he?... weren't they...?

Inside asura's soul to find Crona...

Who was preparing to seal himself away with the kishin using BREW...?

The book Eibon dragging them all to some gateway where they woke up in a park...

Those people with bizarre features and strange powers...

The robbers...

That rabbit woman and bird man...

The collapsing building...

The feeling of her foot getting crushed by a piece of rubble...

Crona saving a child from near death at the last minute...

Her friend falling before she caught him within her arms...

All these memories and feelings came rushing through her head all at once like a tidal wave. Pushing through her skull and brain until-

Maka's eyes shot wide open and gasped, shooting herself out of the pillow she laid on and was then sitting upright on the bed she was on.

After taking a few breaths she managed to calm herself down enough to look around her new surroundings. She was definitely in a hospital, as the room she was in had clean white walls and floors with the sound of beeping IVs being heard. The room also had windows but long white curtains blocked the bright sunlight, yet the bright lights on the ceiling were more than enough to replace having natural light.

She also noticed what she was wearing instead of the clothes she had worn yesterday. Now she only had a light bluish/green hospital gown on her body while she laid on a white medical bed.

The first thing that came to Maka's head was the simple question of where was she? Did everything that happened yesterday occur as only a vivid dream or hallucination brought on by going inside Asura? Yet that theory was immediately dismissed, when she saw two damning pieces of evidence laying right in front of her that proved that idea to be otherwise.

One piece of evidence being that her right foot was hung up in a sling attached to a rod, while said limb was wrapped around with a tight cast in a certain level of thickness; only exposing her toes that peeked out with a purple bruised discoloration. At first, Maka was confused by how this had happened, but the flood of memories began seeping into her head soon enough. Memories of last night helped the ash-blonde girl remember straight away how she first got that nasty injury.

So yeah, everything did happen yesterday, as insane as it was to believe it.

Yet despite how much Maka wanted to believe it all didn't happen; she couldn't just straight up deny the truth either. Especially since the second piece of evidence that proved what happened yesterday, was a certain somebody peacefully resting in a bed right in front of her.

Just across from Maka, was on a bed just like her own, the still unconscious form of Crona. Like herself, the attire he wore from yesterday was gone and had been replaced by a hospital gown just like hers. The pink-haired swordsman now having bandages wrapped around his forehead, clearly due to the minor head injury he suffered when fighting those robbers.

He also had some other bandages wrapped around his arms, some being from his shoulder to bicep areas, while others were around both his forearms. Not only that if Maka looked closely enough, but she could also see even more bandages were wrapped around his upper torso as well; being where Crona had taken the most injuries from his previous opponent.

Overall, the poor guy looked like a quarter-wrapped mummy, no doubt due to all the slashes and cuts he got when fighting that birdman from yesterday. Sure, in the end those cuts and other injuries were barely much to the ex-demon's word, the only reason he passed out was out of sheer exhaustion from separating from the kishin. Otherwise, Crona would have just shrugged it off like it was nothing and kept going for hours on end.

It still made Maka cringe at just how much this poor boy had gone through, and all of it was for her sake no less. The meister feeling nothing but guilt to know she was what drove Crona to go through such lengths, to the point of endangering his body and health just to make sure she was fine.

But at the same time, it was honestly heartwarming to see such loyalty to her and his friends, just another sign that her friend had finally returned; yet hopefully, after Crona wakes up she could tell him just how grateful she was for all he'd done.

Yet as Maka stewed over these concerned thoughts, had jolted when she suddenly felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Maka turning to see sitting on a chair next to her bed was none other than her death scythe soul.

"Hey, hey take it easy Maka, it's only me." Soul assured his meister who after seeing his face, calmed down a bit. "Never thought I'd ever have to wake you up. Usually, it's the other way around."

"Well, you didn't have to run to save someone while your foot was crushed." Maka remarked. "So, excuse me for feeling a bit drained."

"Yeah, you got me there, we did kinda go through a lot yesterday. I'm honestly shocked that I didn't flat out pass out like Crona did." Soul reflected, however this caused Maka to remember more clearly the events that transpired before she fell asleep. Memories surfaced of how they were forced to surrender to the police and those costumed people.

"Wait a minute. Soul, just where exactly are we anyway?" Maka asked, causing the albino teen to close his eyes and sigh in response; before he decided to indulge his meister in the details of what happened while she and Crona were snoozing away.

"Well, I got good news and I got bad news." Soul said while scratching the back of his head. "To answer your question, we're in what they called Central Hospital, one of the best hospitals around here apparently. The doc already examined you two and wanted me to tell you that, despite your injuries, you and Crona are gonna be fine."

"How's crona though? I know you said he'd be fine, but I honestly doubt those cuts were the only injuries he had." Maka said while turning to look at the sleeping form of crona.

"Well besides the cuts, he also has a minor concussion from that asshole who bashed him into the pavement; along with some blood loss. The doc said due to his peculiar blood it'll take little time to resupply itself, so he just needs to rest for a couple days and he'll be up and running in no time." Maka then let out a sigh of relief at this news, happy that Crona would be fine in the end despite everything he went through.

But there was still something nagging at her mind, as she eyed her casted leg anxiously.

"And what about my foot?" Maka anxiously asked her weapon who was quick to answer.

"Thankfully nothing's broken, it's only heavily bruised. Doc said you were pretty damn lucky that rock wasn't too big, otherwise, you would probably need some surgery." Soul repeated what the doctor told him half an hour ago. Maka nearly shuddered at the thought of something so extreme like that needing to happen to her. "Yet it's still gonna be a while before you can walk without some kind of caste on though."

And the minute those words came out of Soul, Maka felt a pit form in her stomach, already dreading to ask her weapon her one question. Yet with enough courage, she managed to ask her main concerns over her injury.

"How long soul?" Maka asked with that same worried tone in her voice. "How long is it going to take for my foot to heal?"

"That's some of the bad news...it's gonna take about a month tops." Soul answered his meister, and he couldn't help but wince at Maka's aghast expression.

A whole month... she was going to be stuck like this for the next month or so, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Maka could only grit her teeth in frustration at the injured state she found herself in.

How the heck was she going to help everyone defeat the kishin like this!?

There's no way they'd be able to wait out a few months for her bruised foot to heal up. By the time that happened, the world would've completely fallen into madness. So even if she and her friends got back to Death City, she'd be completely useless in helping to save the world from Asura.

Perfect... just fucking perfect.

But somehow her own dilemma had to wait, as far more important matters had to be dealt with first. Thus, after a calming breath to reel in her emotions, she looked back at Soul with an uneasy look on her face.

"And what's the other bad news?" Maka quietly said, she already had a bad feeling as to what Soul was about to say next.

"The police and those costumed weirdos apparently called 'heroes' are currently waiting to interrogate us, once you and Crona were awake and ready." Soul paused, he nearly chuckled at Maka's incredulous expression at the title for the costumed strangers. "At first they tried getting something out of me, but let's just say that I just wasn't in the mood." Soul said with a shark-toothed smirk on his face while he fondly remembered the "interrogation" he had with the officers last night.

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FLASHBACK: 9 hours ago

"Alright punk, listen up! Your vigilante friends are currently being treated for their injuries, which is gonna take a long ass time to wait for. So in the meantime, my partner and I here think it's a perfect time to get some answers out of you." The police officer who appeared as a humanoid elephant, explained in English to the bored teenager sitting on the other side of the table.

The hospital had lent the officers and the heroes a spare room in the facility for the authorities to interrogate the albino teen for answers to everything that happened tonight. Luckily, the police chief had two officers that could speak the young man's language: one of whom was sort of decent with the English language, while the other was an American transferred to Japan. So, with that in mind, it was up to these two officers to get information out of the teenage vigilante.

"Normally Hawks and Mirko would be here instead of us, but thanks to you and your friends beating the crap out of them-They're ALSO currently getting treated for the injuries your little gang inflicted. So, they ain't gonna be ready until tomorrow to talk to you brats, that leaves us here to get the answers we need." The elephant officer explained yet Soul didn't seem at all interested in what he said, only yawning in response; much to the American officer's frustration.

"Hey! We're talking to you!" The same officer shouted in irritation as he slammed his bulky hands at the table. Finally that seemed to get Soul's attention as he raised his head to look at the annoyed officer.

"Huh? Sorry, the heck we're you guys saying again?" Soul asked lazily, looking completely disinterested in what this guy was saying to him.

"Grrr...I was saying that you're gonna answer our questions! You have no choice in this matter, your friends aren't here to cover your ass now! And to top it off, you're facing multiple serious charges here for your stunt with that building. That includes attacking and injuring two top pro heroes, so the best thing you can do to not end up in Tartarus is to tell us everything you know." The officer firmly demanded as he waited for the boy's response.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever you say, pal." Soul accepted without reluctance, as he leaned back on his chair.

"Hmph, That's better. Alright to start things off-"

"-Unfortunately, if you're expecting me to answer everything you want as of right now, then sorry to break it to you but I'm pretty beat. It's kinda hard to answer anything when I'm feeling so wrecked from today; so how about I talk to you guys tomorrow?" Soul calmly reasoned with the officer, who practically had steam fuming flying out of his elephant trunk.

"What!? Kid this is not a damn negotiation here! You will answer our questions right here, and right now!" The officer indignantly demanded.

"And I've got no problem with that, but doesn't it feel wrong to just demand answers out of a guy, who did nothing but run and fight all day? That's just not cool man." Soul coolly remarked with a small smirk.

"NOT COOL!?" The officer repeated in utter fury as a bulging vein popped on his head. "Now you listen here you wise-ass punk-!"

"Johnson, just stop. Don't give yourself a stroke over this guy, he ain't worth it." The officer's partner calmly said in fluent Japanese, having stood in a corner of the room the whole time. As he walked over to his partner, he was revealed to be completely covered in purple feathered skin. "And besides, I just got a call from the chief while you were talking to this kid." The second officer whispered to his interrogation partner.

"Really? What did he say?" Johnson quietly questioned, now speaking in Japanese as well.

As the two officers had begun whispering to each other, Soul merely watched the two cops discussing between themselves. Whatever they were talking about, it was pretty important, especially if they switched languages as a precaution to keep him from hearing anything else.

Yet it honestly didn't matter to the death scythe anyway, the cops could bark at him for answers all they wanted. But in the end, he wasn't planning on giving them a single letter out of his mouth. Besides, he wasn't lying either. He was getting genuinely exhausted from the whole experience today, and he really just didn't feel like being yelled at by Mr. tusks over there.

But after a minute or two of waiting the two officers turned to face him again with a look of calm reluctance.

"Well, congrats kid, you're getting what you want. The chief wants to resume our talk once your friends are awake." The pink feathered officer neutrally told soul in english.

"But it's really because we're waiting for a detective coming to deal with the case tomorrow." The elephant officer explained further, which cause Soul's eyes to widen in surprise before he regained his composure.

Wait, a detective was getting involved in this? That could either end pretty well or pretty badly for them if they didn't play their cards right. He needed to warn Maka about the new little development that was headed their way.

"Well then if that's the case, I guess I'll be heading to a hospital bed for a snooze until tomorrow then," Soul said as he was about to get up from his seat.

"Who said you'd be having a bed?" The elephant officer interjected causing Soul to look at the large man in confusion. "The doctors told us you were the least injured out of all three of you. All you have are some scrapes and minor bruises, nothing more. And since you don't need such intensive care, I think I know the perfect spot where you can 'snooze' nice and easy." The elephant man told the albino teen with an almost condescending smirk under his elephant trunk, he raised a pair of handcuffs in front of the teen's face.

'Well... shit.'

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"And that's pretty much what happened while you were out." Soul finished explaining. "I'd say I did pretty well with keeping those cops off my back, all things considered. I guess I was just too cool for them to handle." Soul said proudly, yet Maka was not amused by that one bit.

"Yeah sure, and I'm guessing that getting handcuffed to the chair was also because you were 'too cool' as well?" Maka deadpanned with a flat expression. Pointing to his handcuffed wrist, which had been linked to the arm of the chair he'd been stuck sitting in since his attempted interrogation.

"I've dealt with worse than this Maka." Soul remarked as he briefly looked at his handcuffed wrist. "Besides, at least they let me stay in the same room as you guys so I'd say it ain't all bad, all things considered."

"If you say so, Soul." Maka relented without further argument, not bothering to deal with soul's antics after just waking up. "So anyway, is there a detective coming here for us?"

"Yeah, apparently our little 'incident' must be enough to call the attention of the city's top cops; then again, considering all the damage my dumbass stunt caused I-"

"You stop right there." Maka cut off her weapon partner. "I told you before, what happened last night was an accident; you didn't mean for that building to collapse."

Soul stared at the ash blonde teen in surprise for a few moments before his features took on a more solemn expression. The young death scythe's crimson eyes scrunching with lingering guilt while he slumped back in his chair. His white hair covering his eyes as the air surrounding them became more tense than it did before.

"I know maka, but this is still my fuck up, I'm the reason why that whole mess with the building happened." Soul persisted as the swirling guilt in his chest only kept getting stronger.

"But how did you lose control of the black blood again?" Maka questioned, wanting to begin understanding why this even happened in the first place.

"I'm still trying to make sense of it, but apparently when the book of eibon kidnapped us, its magical energies did something to the black blood which made it unstable."

"What?!" Maka gasped at this unsettling information. "But i don't understand, It wasn't effected it like that the first time we entered the book to save kid."

"I…I don't know maka, whatever that book did to take us to japan, it must've have been using some serious power to cause the black blood to fall into imbalance in the process." Soul remarked over the possibilities of what could've gone wrong, but soon returned to the main concern at hand. "But even knowing all that, I still went ahead and used it out of desperation to go back to our friends." Soul admitted, wishing he hadn't been so damn reckless and consider the immediate dangers of the black blood's unstableness at the time.

"Now look what has happened, all I ended up doing was putting people's lives in danger, getting us stuck in this weird-ass city, and leave you injured in process of all this." Soul's hands tightened into hard fists causing his knuckles to turn white. "I caused my own meister, to get hurt because you were helping me fix my mistake; so how the hell could I not blame myself for all this!?" Soul shouted as he finally released a flood of the shame and guilt that been gnawing at him since last night.

Those emotions that had been swimming inside him, skyrocketed into tidal waves when he first saw his meister get injured from that rubble. Seeing the horrible sight of the person he cared so much for, was like being stabbed in the gut numerous times for the demon weapon.

Soul knew full well the rubble that crushed Maka's foot, was from the building he ended up blowing to bits from that sonic attack spewed out from him almost losing his mind. He might as well have crushed her foot himself. It was because of his screwup that they were forced to surrender to those people, and await God knows what punishment for the damage he'd done.

He could already imagine the disappointment on Maka's face, and what she must be feeling right now. But as soul looked up to see her, he was instead met with a strong yet very familiar sensation. It could only be one thing. That being the agony of a textbook's hard spine being smashed on top of his skull.

"Ow! The hell!?" Soul cried out in pain while he clutched his bruised head, all while a fed-up Maka gripped her weapon of discipline in her hands.

"I swear, I'm starting to lose track of how many times I have to get your head straight! How in the hell could you even say that!?" Maka shouted at the pained albino, who looked up at his meister in confusion. "Yes, maybe you were an idiot, but don't you dare blame yourself for what happened to me! That is not, nor will it ever be, your fault!" Maka said to a stunned soul who stared at her without anything to say.

"Besides, you think I don't feel my share of guilt from all this?" Maka retorted causing soul to look up in complete confusion by what Maka said.

"What do you mean?" Soul asked the wheat blonde girl, whose face scrunched with a sense of guilt similar to his own.

"Soul it's my fault that I got this injured. And it wouldn't have bothered me as much...if someone almost didn't die because of my shortcomings." Maka somberly explained to the stunned soul. "When that girl was about to get crushed by rubble...I panicked, I was so terrified of that girl dying that I went into complete tunnel vision and didn't regard my surroundings at all." Her saddened expression soon morphed into another one, filled with pained guilt eerily similar to Soul's own from before.

"I've never felt so helpless before. My body was practically stuck on the ground, unable to do anything, but watch as some innocent child was about to get crushed like a bug. The only reason why that didn't happen was because of Crona coming at the last minute to save her. Now one of my closest friends is lying unconscious right in front of me in a hospital because he overexerted himself trying to help me save someone, I failed to do myself." The ash blonde girl trembled ever so slightly as her feelings flowed out of her.

"Maka, don't say that! That was something completely out of your hands, there was nothing that could've been done." Soul told the scythe meister, who merely shook her head.

"It still doesn't change that I feel partly responsible for this as well. But just because I feel guilty for it, doesn't mean I'm not gonna work harder to prevent it from ever happening again." Maka sighed as she looked her partner in the eye. "Soul, what I'm just trying to tell you is that I made my own mistakes yesterday too. I know for a fact, you would never mean anything bad to happen to me, or all those people who got involved for that matter. So, stop blaming yourself for all of this. You made mistakes Soul, everyone does in life, that's what makes us human."

"But Maka... I can't just-" Soul was trying to say before Maka placed a finger at his lips silencing the guilty weapon.

"Soul, I said that's enough. I won't hear my death scythe beat himself up like this any longer. I'll admit you shouldn't have used the black blood if it wasn't safe to use. That was stupid even for you, but your heart was in the right place. Besides nobody else got seriously injured yesterday so that already nullifies half of your mistake. Jut go easy on yourself you dummy." Maka lightly scolded her demon weapon, who slumped his shoulders down a bit as she removed her finger to let the boy speak. But even with his mouth free to talk, Soul had nothing else left to say.

Instead, Soul looked at Maka for a minute in stunned silence. He was completely floored by her willingness to look past his grievous mistake, which caused so much trouble for her and everyone else involved.

Yet at that moment, Soul instantly remembered just who he was talking to again. The girl who had always believed in her friends with such conviction and care, the girl who no matter the obstacle or impossible challenge. She would always bring out the fiercest of bravery within herself and those around her. And of course, she'd be the one to set people straight and not allow their fears to get the better of them. That was the kind of person that Maka Albarn was, and he was beyond lucky enough to be her demon weapon.

Very few meisters are born with the same fiery spirit to help their friends not be shaken by such guilt and remorse. Besides, it was just too uncool to act like that in front of her, God he could only imagine how he looked right now. He needed to get himself together already, before he starts embarrassing himself further. Soul shook off the remaining guilt in his mind, and gave Maka his iconic shark-toothed grin, much to the blonde's relief.

"Yeesh, since when did you become my mom?" Soul asked in amusement, as Maka merely rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh please, be glad I wasn't. Otherwise you'd probably be getting my chops daily if I had to deal with you as a kid." Maka teased the death scythe, who merely chuckled in response.

"Alright, alright, you win. Just don't fill my head with that nightmare scenario, the last thing I need is that haunting my dreams." Soul teased back with a fake shudder.

"H-Hey! what's that supposed to mean?" Maka pouted as Soul erupted into amused laughter. Eventually Maka herself couldn't help but join in, as the mood quickly lightened up in the hospital room. However, the lighthearted laughter was enough to stir up the room's third resident, as before the two knew it a third voice had made itself known.

"...M-Maka?" A tired yet familiar voice muttered, causing the two spartoi members to cease their lighthearted laughter in an instance, and quickly turned their heads to where their pink-haired friend was resting; as he was now beginning to awake from his slumber.

They watched as Crona's lavender eyes peeked open from his eyelids until after blinking a few times fully opened up as he took in his surroundings. The first thing he saw was Maka and Soul on the other side of the room. "Maka, is that you?" Crona asked, his voice still sounded sleepy, but thankfully he became more awake by the second.

"Crona you're awake!" Maka shouted out joyously, beyond relieved to see her dear friend finally awake again. She moved and sat up as close as she could to the bed, but given the state of her injured foot, had to make do with just sitting upright enough to see him.

"Glad you're up and about, man. I honestly was getting worried you fell into some kind of coma or something." Soul welcomed to the now awake Crona.

"How are you feeling Crona? Are you alright?" Maka immediately asked the pink-haired boy, as he sat upon the bed he was on.

"I'm alright, I feel a bit sore...and I think I still have a headache, but It's nothing." Crona yawned out while he began shaking off the drowsiness still inside him. Crona noticing how strangely light he felt, looked down to find himself now without his black robe but instead was wearing a light blue hospital gown. Along with finding out he...had no undergarments in his hospital attire.

A discovery that made Crona blush blazing red from the sheer embarrassment of finding himself so bare-naked underneath this flimsy gown.

"Well considering everything that happened, I'm just glad you only passed out from exhaustion with some cuts." Soul said, causing the bandaged boy's eyes to slightly flinch as a swarm of memories slowly reentered his foggy mind.

"Wait a minute, W-what happened? Where are we?" Crona asked while he rubbed his eyes, slowly the remnants of exhaustion faded away from his body and mind.

"Oh, we're in a hospital Crona." Maka answered the teen. "After you passed out, we had to be taken in for our injuries." Maka gestured to her casted foot hanging on a sling.

Crona's eyes widened as he began to remember everything before he fell unconscious. Did... that actually happen? It wasn't all some kind of bizarre dream his mind had concocted from a cocktail of madness and desperate emotions?

But after hearing this, Crona's face morphed into one of realization as a certain set of recent memories rushed back to him.

"Wait maka, what about all those people in costumes and the police? Did ... did we?" Crona trailed off as he saw a pair of handcuffs on Soul's wrist attached to the right arm of the chair he was sitting on.

"Yeah...we got caught." Soul grimaced, and Crona lightly gasped in shock. "After you fell asleep, those guys and swarms of the police took the opportunity to surround us. With Maka's injury and you out as a light, we didn't have much choice but to turn ourselves in." Crona's stunned expression immediately turned into one of frustrated regret. He clenched his eyes tightly, and balled his hands into tight fists.

The swordsman noticed that parts of his arms and upper torso were covered in multiple bandages. Which only further cemented the fact that yesterday was real.

As Crona looked back up, he practically recoiled in horror as he saw Maka's right foot now wrapped in a white-clothed cast. Thus, unfortunately confirming the part of the recent memories he wished wasn't true. That Maka had gotten injured before he could arrive in time to help her and Soul. His heart clenched with great guilt, as sorrow poured into his soul like a flooding river as he looked at Maka's injured limb.

"Crona, What's wrong?" Maka asked in evident concern as she saw Crona's expression become scrunched in sadness and his eyes looking more melancholy than even usual.

"Maka... I'm so sorry. I-if I had just arrived on time sooner, then y-you wouldn't be like this and we probably wouldn't have been caught." Crona berated himself with tearful guilt dripping from his voice, as he tugged on the hospital sheets tightly. "Why can't I do anything right for you, just once? Every time I try to help you and my friends, I just end up either failing miserably or making things worse; it seems to be all I'm capable of doing."

"Crona, what the hell are you talking about?" Maka gawked at her friend's guilt, she pinched the bridge of her nose and released an exasperated sigh. "Just how many times do I have to keep telling Soul, and now you this? What happened to me was my fault for getting careless, nobody is to blame for this." Maka chastised the pink-haired boy.

"B-but I-"

"Crona please, just let me speak," Maka asked the boy who stopped what he was about to say and let her speak. "As I was saying, you don't make things worse Crona. And you especially don't fail me or anyone else. I mean, did you already forget about what you did last night? I'm pretty sure saving a child from mortal danger counts for helping us, if you hadn't arrived when you did Crona... then let's just say things would have ended very differently." Maka finished on that grim note, the dark possibility of what could have happened last night sank into the young man's head.

Needless to say, it was enough to stop any more blame he would put on himself in its tracks. Maka was right, he may have been unable to stop her from ending up like this, but at least he saved a life. That had to mean something, didn't it? Yet as much as he wanted it to, he still felt very unsatisfied by that. It may have sounded greedy, but Crona would have instantly preferred to have both saved a life AND prevent Maka from getting injured like this.

It just made him feel so disappointed in himself. Though it was true he'd only taken a few minutes to get there; but had his body not been so exhausted, then he could've been there so much sooner. But he couldn't let the guilt shake him, what's done was done.

At very least he'd made his first step to atonement last night by saving that child. Of course it wasn't enough to make any significant difference from the ocean of blood he'd spilled, but it was a start.

A rough and minor start to be sure, but still something nonetheless.

"Y-you're right, I'm glad that I was able to save that child but…" Crona paused for a moment. "I-l just w-wished you didn't get hurt in the end. You tried so hard to save those people, yet all you got was your foot getting m-messed up." Maka's expression softened at the sight of her friend's immediate concern for her; and the remaining regret for what happened.

"It's alright." Maka waved it off. "I'm just happy we're all safe and sound. If it meant getting a little injured, then I can deal with it." Maka optimistically assured the bandaged swordsman in front of her.

It soon seemed to work as slowly but surely crona smiled at Maka's positive presence. Her soul's wavelength already gave off the same hope he felt when they first met. That warmth was enough to make any feelings of shame or regret for his failures wash away. And as for Soul, well he simply looked on in approval as he felt the same infectious optimism as Crona.

Certainly it was true they'd made mistakes, and wished they could undo them to prevent the consequences of those actions. Whether those mistakes were being reckless out of desperation, or simply not coming in a friend's aid in time. But they wouldn't let their regrets or guilt eat away at them, the best thing now was to learn from their shortcomings and improve themselves later on.

That was the kind of thing Maka would give to her friends besides courage; the hope to improve themselves for the better and overcome their flaws. It definitely proved that they at least had each other, no matter what would happen next.

Thus, as the trio sat there in the hospital room in optimistic silence, Crona eventually had to break the tender moment. He just had to ask an important question involving their current situation.

"S-so what now? I'm guessing there's going to be someone coming to talk to us soon, isn't there?" Crona questioned his two friends.

"Yeah actually. A detective is coming here to personally interrogate us." Soul answered the swordsman.

"You think he can help us with our situation, Soul? I mean this city has to know about Lord Death, right?" Maka asked the albino sitting next to her, but he only scratched his head in response.

"I don't know Maka. I mean, do you remember what red wings said last night before we duked it out? The guy didn't seem to know zilch about Shibusen, only that it was a school of some kind. Same goes for the other guy in a blue leotard before we were chased around the city." Soul pointed out already seeing the pattern that this place doesn't seem to know anything about those widely known topics. "What makes you think that detective is any better than them?" Soul raised his eyebrow while awaiting a response.

Maka thought over the situation for a moment, as much as she didn't want to admit it. The strangers' ignorance of shibusen did concern her more than she'd thought. How did no one know about such topics that were downright historical in humanity's knowledge? Even the most rural villages in the world had some knowledge of the demon weapon/meister academy, and the god that governed the city it's in.

So why didn't this single city in Japan know?

Second, what was with those freaky powers and appearances people had here? Everyone either seemed to have some kind of biological feature called "quirks". Those powers which not only altered some people's appearances, but seemed to originate from a core implanted in their souls. It must have been what gave them their forms and powers, at least that was the best explanation she could think of.

Ugh, there were still so many questions to their seemingly infinite list of problems. Just when will it end already?

"Maybe, we're in some kind of city isolated from the rest of Japan? It's the best explanation for why nobody knows about shibusen. The detective that was coming here might be from a branch in the police that still knows of the organization and Lord Death. He's probably here to clarify why meister's are in the city." Maka reasoned to a more than skeptical Soul, who raised his eyebrow at her crackpot theory.

"That does sound reasonable, and it could explain a few things. But that's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Soul replied, and Maka only sighed in exasperation before speaking again.

"Look, I know it doesn't explain everything but it's the best explanation we've got right now. I mean what else could be the answer to where we are?" Maka rhetorically asked Soul, in return he simply shrugged. It did seem like a decent answer, nowhere near a perfect answer to be sure, but it was better than nothing till they learned more.

Yet both EAT students knew whatever the answer was to where exactly they had been taken to, they couldn't stay here any longer than they have. A day had already passed since they had disappeared from the battle on the moon to this place, and at that point neither of them had any idea what was happening at this point. The only question now is what the heck happened since they vanished? It was a question that undeniably continued to cause great worry for the scythe the longer they stayed in this foreign city.

No doubt if they managed to retreat safely from the kishin once realizing she or soul weren't coming out of the demon god. And once they managed to escape back to death city, the rest of shibusan must be scrambling to come up with a plan to save her and soul. But with how wounded kid and especially blackstar must be there would he no way they could make another retaliation strike soon.

And by the time shibusan returns to the moon for the second battle against the kishin, not only would an army of clowns in far greater numbers than even before would be awaiting them. And by then madness itself may be on the verge of consuming the entire world and driving all of humanity into insanity.

The prospect alone of such a hellish scenario occuring in the near furred, brought chills to the shibusan students. But at the same time was more than enough to make them both beyond determined to prevent it from happening before it was too late.

'Even if only a day passed there's still time for us to get back to shibusan and fix this mess. But before we can do any of that, we need to sort out our problems we made in this city first.' Maka planned out, as her mind already got to work on their plan the minute they flew back to death city.

However as the scythe meister was in deep thought, the calm atmosphere within the hospital room would soon meet its end as crona felt a tingling pain hit his back. In seconds a familiar inky glob of black blood bubbled up and formed into none other than ragnarok.

"Ugh, my head...I feel like my freakin skull is about to split open." Ragnarök muttered before he took a moment to view his surroundings. "Wait a second, where the hell are we?"

At first, everyone had just stared in surprise at the little demon weapon's, sudden appearance. Yet for crona, his surprise quickly turned into relief to seeing his merged weapon partner was fine.

"Oh thank goodness y-your okay! I-I was almost worried something might've happened again, but h-how are you feeling ragnarök?" Crona meekly asked in concern as the demon sword continued to groan in exhaustion.

"Does it look like i'm fine and dandy dumbass!?" Ragnarök growled, and quickly whacked the teen's head, albeit lighter than usually. "After that stupid ass stunt you weaseled me into helping you with I'm surprised I haven't gone freakin comatose!"

"I-Im sorry but I had no choice, p-please understand."

"The only thing I hope you understand is to never pull that shit again, at least not without any incentive worth it all, right?"

Crona sighed exasperatedly. "F-Fine, just please calm down."

"Ragnarök that's enough." Maka ordered the ranting weapon. "Quit bugging Crona with your whining already, he's done a lot for us. The last thing he needs to hear is your screechy voice."

At hearing Maka's voice, Ragnarök's ping pong eyes swirled to the young blonde. The little demon took a good look at the meister; particularly the cast wrapped around her right foot. It would only took a moment before Ragnarök guffawed in mocking fashion. He pointed towards her injured leg with one of his little ball hands.

"HAHAHAHA! I gotta say, you've got balls to talk to me like that cow! Considering one of your hooves is all busted up!" Ragnarök sneered at the ash-blonde meister, who felt an angry vein pop in her head. Soon enough, a peeved rage began to emerge from within her. All of her rage was directed towards the irritating devil attached to Crona.

Maka growled in annoyed anger as she raised her right fist in fury, a clear warning to the little hellion attached to Crona's back.

"Ragnarök...I swear to lord death himself if you don't stop your bullshit, I'll-"

"You'll what? Hit me again? Bitch please, I'd like to see you try and do anything to me in your crappy condition. But hey, at least I'll get a show out of seeing you crawling to me like the cun-"

And just like that, a thick textbook was violently thrown across the room, firing straight towards the spherical head of the little demon weapon. His pained scream filling the entire room they were in, as the hellion frantically rubbed the large sore bump on the top of his head.

"Wow, not even 5 minutes, and you're already starting up trouble." Soul remarked in exasperation at the imp's troublesome nature. Crona meanwhile, sighed in irritation at the scene, his attached weapon partner was back to causing problems yet again.

Honestly, as much as he missed Ragnarök, he started to wonder if there was a way to keep his consciousness "hibernated" like before. Or at least for a short time. Because right now he could already feel his headache slowly turn into a full-on migraine from his demon weapon's noisy antics.

"Why!? Why do always go for my head you fucking sadist?!" Ragnarök angrily wailed in utter pain from the bleeding dent now on his little forehead.

"Cause you always know how to push my buttons, that's why! God, can you just go one moment without being such an annoying asshole?!" Maka yelled back at the bratty demon weapon.

"Well blame yourself for making it too damn easy! I mean how the hell did you fuck up your foot that badly anyway? I thought you were some big badass meister, yet here we all are in this hospital waiting for your sorry ass to heal..." Ragnarök trailed off while the gears in his, brain or whatever counted as one, began working on overdrive. "Wait a minute." The demon sword muttered as he soon realized something was off since he'd awakened, a certain piece of information had remained completely unanswered to him.

That detail being...

"How the hell did we end up in a hospital?" Ragnarök asked the three teens, who simultaneously widened their eyes from the demon weapons question. "Weren't we running around all day in this nutty city like a bunch of freakin fugitives yesterday? And what about those cosplaying assholes we were fighting from before? Did we kick their asses or what?"

At that moment Soul, Maka, and Crona all said nothing, only continuing to stare at each other with uneasy eyes. Only now did they realize they'd forgotten to tell Ragnarök of their current predicament, and what was going to happen next. Honestly, the three of them hoped he just wouldn't ask that particular question. At least, not until after they had their chitchat with the detective. But right now, that wishful thinking had been completely dashed. As the now impatient demon sword waited his answer from any one of them.

"Goddammit." Soul hissed in a barely audible whisper. He spent a moment trying to figure some way out of this unpleasant situation. The albino turned to look at his two friends, both of them shared the same look of cringing hesitance on their faces. Clearly, they did not want to deal with the fallout from answering Ragnarök's question. Soul really couldn't blame them as he felt the same way.

After all, they all knew very well of the massive tantrum to come from the bratty demon weapon, if he was told how and why they were here.

"Well? Are you asses going to answer my goddamn question already? Tell me what the hell happened yesterday!" Ragnarök impatiently demanded while he angrily crossed his little arms. The imp was getting fed up with their persistent silence, and he wanted an answer from them right now.

Soul looked at Crona, who was looking down at the bed while he nervously tries to avoid his weapon's annoyed gaze. Already, soul felt bad for the poor guy, he would no doubt be both the first and primary victim to Ragnarök's rage when he learned the truth.

The last thing Crona needed right now, was to be thrashed and bashed like a punching bag by the bully of a demon weapon on his back. But at the very least the demon sword's anger would be the most directed to the one who told him. So, soul resigned himself to be the sacrificial lamb in this dilemma. Yeah, it is a pain in the ass to go through, but it's better to just rip off the band-aid than just delay this any more than necessary.

Soul prepared to speak and was about to open his mouth, but someone had already beat him to the punch.

"Alright, Ragnarök I'll tell you what happened." Maka calmly told the little demon, causing Crona's and soul's eyes to widen in surprise by the girl's bravery. Was she seriously going ahead with this?

"Are you really doing this? You do know what's gonna happen if you tell the guy about last night, right?" Soul cautiously asked his meister, he wanted to make sure she knew what she'd be getting herself into.

"It's okay Soul, I can deal with Ragnarök's tantrum. Besides, you and I both know that there's no avoiding this now." Maka whispered to Soul. " I'll just have to make sure he doesn't do something stupid."

"About fucking time! I mean seriously! What's the big deal about this, you guys are acting like it's the end of the freakin world!?" Ragnarök loudly questioned, already itching for an explanation.

"W-wait maka it's alright, i'll just tell him, there's no need to strain yourself." Crona tried reasoning with the ash-blonde girl but waved his concerns off.

"It's okay crona, I'll handle this. You've done more than enough for all of us." Maka told the nervous Crona before turning back to plushie demon plopped on the boy's head. "But I'll only tell you if you promise to not take your anger out on Crona, or anyone else for that matter."

"Pffft, please why the hell should I listen to-" and before he knew it another textbook was thrown in his direction, barely missing his head as the little devil yelped in terror at being nearly Maka chopped yet again. Maka herself with her arm still extended from the throw glared at the bratty creature at her mercy.

"That's why dumbass...now then, do we have a deal?" Maka sternly asked the merged demon weapon who after a few seconds of sputtering, slumped his ball-like shoulders and looked up at the girl with his ping pong eyes.

"Fine, you win, I'll... play nice." Ragnarök growled out, finally caving into the young meister's demands. Maka couldn't however help but give a victorious smirk at Ragnarök's irked expression, who looked like he chewed up an entire lemon.

"Good, now here's what happened after you and Crona passed out." Maka began, and as she started recounting last night's events. Crona and Soul cringing in dread as they both subtly covered their ears in the effort to protect their eardrums from what was to come in moments.

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In the halls of central hospital, the doctors and nurses walked about to do their daily business. The numerous hospital staff going about to help their many patients within the medical facility. Footsteps of doctors and nurses were usually the only sounds heard throughout the pearl white halls of Japan's most technologically advanced hospital. Despite the presence of police in the building to keep watch over the vigilante patients; today appeared to be like any other day for the men and women working here.

...That is, until the extremely loud and furious scream of someone on the upper floors, was unfortunately heard throughout the building.

"WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!???"

The panicked doctors and patients stumbled about, as the scream nearly shook the majority of the hospital. After a couple of seconds, the loud shriek had shortly stopped, which allowed the shaken hospital staff to take a moment to gather themselves.

"W-what the hell was that doctor?" A young nurse shakily asked the doctor getting himself back up next to her.

"I don't know amy, but whoever it was, they sounded REALLY, REALLY pissed off." A doctor with shoe laces for fingers nervously said, while he intently gazed at the ceiling.

The doctor and nurse cautiously waiting to see if whatever made such an angry scream had gone away. And it seemed to be the case, as nothing but silence followed for the next few seconds. Unfortunately The doctor were immediately proven wrong, when in they and several others on the floor heard "slightly" quieter yelling from the same scratchy voice above them. And now they were starting to make out some rather colorful language being shouted out. Many of the doctors and patients below felt great pity for the poor souls who were forced to endure the foul-mouthed screeching above them.

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TEN MINUTES EARLIER

In the halls of central hospital's second floor, past the doctors checking on patients or examining important medical information, was a single man walking by.

He was a somewhat aged man with short, balding black hair that was slowly graying by its ends along with a thin beard. The man wore a dark-colored suit, a black waistcoat, a pair of black gloves, and a plain blue tie. He casually walked through the passing hospital staff while he searched for a particular room on this floor of the hospital. He'd been assigned to this particular case on a whim, due to the nature of the situation itself. Three Americans with powerful quirks had recently committed a string of vigilante activity, and caused major collateral damage to the city block where they'd fought two major pro heroes.

Needless to say, it had become a major concern to the hero public safety commission. Not just because of the raw power and skill these teens supposedly possessed, but due to the likelihood that this could become an international affair if not handled carefully. Thus, the peacekeeping organization decided to send a detective to investigate the case and get the answers needed to resolve this problem.

Normally, most detectives would have gone straight to the suspects of interest to interrogate them immediately. But for someone who'd been on the job as long as Ezio Tanuma; it'd be wise to get another perspective of the committed crime before heading into the fire. He'd been a detective on the Japanese police force for about a decade or two at least, he'd seen and gone through many things in his career.

But the one thing he had the most experience with, the very reason why he'd been assigned to this particular case in the first place; was his expertise in dealing with vigilantism. Since he like a handful of other's lived through the last decades of vigilantism.

Nowadays Vigilantes were quite rare since the pro hero system was fully established a while back. Resulting in vigilantes to fade out until they became nothing more than relic's of a bygone age. And guess you could say, he too was one of those lingering relics from that old era.

Now it looked like it was up him to try and salvage something out of this mess, before the public backlash were to grow any worse with every passing hour. The hero public safety commission knew full well the consequences to come, if word traveled to the rest of japan that some of their heroes were beaten by a bunch of teenage vigilantes. and how they'd failed to stop a crisis that occurred from the battle meant to capture and arrest said vigilantes.

This series of events would easily start a wildfire of bad publicity for hero society. Already a good chunk of the internet was swarming with the news of the commotion caused by those kids last night. Blogs were already talking about the kids, even praising them for their courageous actions of saving so many people from that collapsing building. More acclaim came their way, especially when videos leaked of those same vigilantes stopping that group of robbers from yesterday.

Yet there was also the other spectrum in all of this, as many voices were criticizing the incompetence of the heroes for not being able to handle a bunch of troublemaking kids playing hero. Claiming how these "villain's" as some were calling these children, should've been arrested the minute they broke the law; instant of letting them run wild.

To sum things up, it was a complete and utter shitshow at the moment. One headache that the HPSC was doing everything in their power to get this situation under control. It was pretty obvious to eizo that the higher-ups were getting desperate to clean this up if it meant asking for the aid of someone as old yet experienced like him.

'Well, this must be the room.' Ezio confirmed as he stood in front of the door, the room number being the exact one the desk lady had told him the two had been in since last night.

"Ah! There you are, I was expecting you." A man's voice called out, Ezio turned to see a doctor with the head of a cartoonish dinosaur walk towards him. "The officers told me you were coming to help with the investigation involving those vigilantes upstairs. "My name is doctor moshi, I'm the man who runs this medical center; it's a pleasure to meet you sir." The dinosaur doctor greeted the detective with a raised hand for him to shake.

"Same here." The old detective replied, accepting the doctor's gesture as he shook the man's hand. "Name is eizo tanuma, and I'm assuming this is where our guests are residing?"

Moshi nodded. "Indeed, hawks and mirko checked in here alongside with those kids last night for their injuries. They were pretty ruffed up, but thankfully it was nothing too serious. While they can leave tomorrow at the soonest, they'll still need a week before returning to hero duty." Doctor Moshi informed the veteran cop who slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You're serious?" The balding man questioned, with the doctor's nod confirming his previous response. "Sheesh, just who the hell were they fighting? I mean these are just kids, right?" Ezio questioned curiously.

"I had the same thoughts, but all I know is whoever those three kids are, they must have some powerful quirks if they managed to cause the likes of mirko and hawks to be left in such states." Moshi concluded while turning to the door in front of them.

"And that's what's had my head buzzing all day. Just how the hell did vigilantes that strong come out of nowhere?" Ezio asked himself while rubbing his chin in a thinking manner.

"I don't know, but hopefully these two will help you shed light on that. So, let's go ahead and ask them then, shall we?" The dinosaur man said to the detective, who merely nodded in response. Thus, the two men walked inside the room and were greeted by the sight of a recovering Mirko and Hawks.

Ezio examined the sight before him, withholding a wince as he looked at the number three and seven heroes in front of him.

The two pro heroes were just like the good doctor had told him, they looked pretty injured yet seemed to be recovering quickly despite their wounds.

To his left was Hawks was sitting upright on a hospital bed, who's only real injury seemed to be his left shoulder; now heavily bandaged from yesterday's battle wounds. But what Ezio immediately noticed was the fact that Hawk's iconic red wings, were now reduced to tiny red specks attached to his back. However seemed most likely to come back to duty in at least half the time, with his wings aside, his shoulder seemed mostly fine.

Meanwhile, Mirko seemed to have gotten the short end of the stick. The herione was easily the more injured of the two heroes. Through the exposed peeks of her hospital clothes it could be seen that her abdomen was heavily bandaged, along some stitches on her bicep, shoulder and especially both her legs.

'Holy shit, looks like these guys bit off more they can chew for once.' Eizo remarked in surprise, never imagining such powerful heroes could get this beaten up by some ruffians.

Eizo and moshi without anymore delay soon walked into the room, attracting the full attention of the injured heroes residing within the room.

"Oh good looks like the detective's finally here," Hawks sat up to greet the veteran cop. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

"It's an honor to meet you too hawks, but no need for any formalities, you can just call me eizo." Eizo waved off casually, but mirko brow rose up the second she heard that particular name.

"Wait a second…" Mirko started to sit up and looked at the detective more closely and widened her eyes in surprise. "Holy shit is that you?"

Eizo blinked before his lips lifted into a small smirk. "And here I thought you forgot all about me when you became a top ten pro hero."

"Give me a break, like I can forget saving your ass all those years ago," rumi lightly scoffed with a amused grin. "How have you've been, old geezer? Still waiting for the day, you hang up your badge?"

"Please kid, I still got two more years in me, I ain't going just yet." Ezio smirked at the old acquaintance.

"And after six years you come popping back like a freaking fungus, I'd always thought you'd end up in some senior citizen home or something." Mirko snorted.

"That would be a shame, then who'd be here to greet you after the battle you and Hawks had last night?" Ezio cheekily replied to the bunny girl.

"Someone else that's for sure." Mirko rolled her eyes.

"Ouch, you really know how to hurt this old man's heart, don't you?" Ezio said in a fake sad tone.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I didn't know that you two knew each other." Hawks butted in after watching the two acquaintances for a minute make up for lost time.

"Oh I apologize about that hawks, but yeah were sorta like old acquaintances. We met about six years ago, during a major villain fighting ring called the underground masquerade. You heard about it?"

Hawks scratched his head for a moment until the memory hit him like a freight train, snapping his fingers in realization. "Yeah I read about that in a old report once. A horde Villains that were involved in a illegal fight club went berserk in streets of Osaka; attacking anyone they saw. Thankfully the crisis came to a halt once allmight came and took down the rabid mob. Afterwards the fighting ring was shut down and all participants involved were arrested." Hawks summarized the report he read a year back, remembering a good chunk of what was recorded from the old case.

"Yeah, that pretty much sum's it up." Eizo confirmed with a shrug. "Though the papers mostly attention on allmight swooping in to save the day. The rest of the details were simply put on the back burner for anyone curious about what actually happened."

"Still I hear it was thanks to you for managing to use the allmight Emergency paging system to contact him and stop that disaster. So I wouldn't sell yourself too short mr.tanuma." Hawks acknowledged with a smile.

"Well thanks, never thought I'd be complemented by the third best hero in japan." Eizo said in appreciation for hawks complement.

"So, where've ya been? I know it's been years, but at least I could have gotten some word from you." Mirko asked the old detective.

At the moment Eizo's pleasant expression turned somber at Mirko's question. The pro hero raised her eyebrow in confusion at the man's the sudden mood shift.

"Well when your nearly sent to deaths door, you tend to vanish from the world for a while." Eizo's said with a grim expression formed on his aged face.

"Huh?"

Eizo took out his hands from his pockets, then removed one of his gloves from his hands. What it revealed was a silver robotic, metal hand instead of a normal human one.

"As you can see, you weren't the only one who's had their fair share of close calls over the years." Eizo gestured to his cybernetic arm, allowing the shocked rabbit woman to have a good view of the man's prosthetic limb.

"Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?" Mirko quietly asked the old detective, who deeply sighed before he began to explain to the stunned rabbit hero.

"Several years after the underground masquerade ring was busted, I started to investigate a series of events related to a major trigger trafficking ring that were causing several major villain outbreaks in Naruhata. I managed to find a connection between that case and the underground masquerade ring from back then. But I dug too deep. and ended up in the crosshairs of the mastermind who'd was behind it all. After I put my evidence together, the man sent an assassin disguised as an archivist to silence me in...explosive fashion. preventing me and the evidence from seeing the light of day." Eizo explained his story in grim detail, with Mirko and Hawks intently listening to every word he spoke.

"But as you can see, the guy screwed up his job. Somehow by some miracle from God himself, I survived the explosion the villainm detonated. But not unscathed. I needed some...extensive medical treatment so to speak." Eizo alluded to as he rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing mechanical arms in place of normal ones.

And from where the stump connected to the robotic parts, there were numerous healed burn scars on the remainder of his arms. He even pulled up the bottom hems of his pants to show that even most of his left leg was replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic.

"The doctors said even though I lost three of my limbs, I was still beyond lucky that day. If I hadn't leapt from the blast in time using my quirk at the last minute, then I'd be nothing more than a charred corpse. Ever since then I've been taking it easy, hell I even got offered a promotion but I turned it down. As flattering as it was, my place was in the detective position. It just felt right to me you know?" Eizo finished with a tired smile, letting everything sink into the minds of the two heroes. Mirko especially so, as she simply continued to stare at the man in stunned silence.

"Eizo...I'm so sorry for what happened. But at least tell me the fuckers who did this got what was coming to them." Mirko told the old detective in righteous fury. She may have only met the guy for a brief time, but the rabbit hero knew a good man like him shouldn't have ever suffered from something like that.

"Eh, sort of Mirko." Eizo shrugged as he unrolled his coats sleeves and put his gloves back on. "The villain who tried to assassinate me was eventually taken down by some young vigilante called the cruller."

"The cruller? Why does that name sound familiar?" Mirko raised a brow at the name.

"Well if you recall, his name was koichi. A guy who started out as an average joe before he became a small time vigilante who worked alongside two other's two years ago. He and his team started out as small fries, but they rapidly started catching the eyes of hero society when they increasingly acted against the surge of "instant villains" and those behind the criminal operation known as he villain factory." The detective informed the bunny heroine, recalling from what was recorded within the databases.

"Yeah now that I think about it does actually ring a bell. Though he and his little gang were never really seen again afterwards." Mirko said with a curious look in her eyes.

"Well after a rather major incident in narahuta with a giant exploding Villain comprised of fiery plasma-like energy there was much property damage. Before it, he could escape Edgeshot, Best Jeanist, Ingenium, and Eraserhead simultaneously after the HPSC hunted him after four or so years of active Vigilante activity."

Hawks sighed and rubbed his forehead as he recalled the whole debacle with that particular vigilante. "And believe me when I say the The HPSC lost a great deal of face over the entire thing because, after the Naruhata Lockdown, people started coming forward with sightings of Koichi being placed at the Tokyo Sky Egg Incident, an occurrence that All Might didn't remedy until the last possible second. As a result, Koichi had to flee overseas to the Captain Celebrity Agency in America, where he re-branded himself 'Skycrawler'." Hawks

Eizo nodded. "Things were pretty shaky for him at first, especially with his lack of understanding english, but he's been getting pretty popular as of late. And despite the controversy he caused that koichi is still quite famous in narahuta ever since he defeated that powerful villain rampaging there years ago. Shocking I know considering he's technically a criminal who broke the law. But I guess he's one of those few vigilantes with the spirit of a hero." Eizo smirked in amusement as reminisced the old memories of one of knuckleduster's disciples from way back then.

Though he never approved of anyone breaking the law to enact on their own brand of justice, those three were different from most vigilantes. Then again what could you expect when their mentor was originally a pro hero before becoming a vigilante?

"I'm starting to see why you were assigned you to this particular case." Hawks remarked curiously, not expecting this detective would have a such a soft spot for the likes of vigilantes of all things. Yet he couldn't say he agreed with the detectives opinions considering koichi's exploit's in the end caused serious property damage and breaking numerous laws that only added to his charges.

"But as intriguing as it's been hearing your story Eizo, I think it's about time we finally address the elephant in the room." Hawks addressed to the veteran cop, who turned to the number three hero and nodded in response.

"Agreed, so how about you start by telling me everything you and Mirko know." Eizo told the number two hero, his relaxed mood all but gone and replaced by a more serious one in its place. "I was hoping to get some background information, see if either one of you could give me anything on those three before I interrogate them."

"Really? I assumed you'd watched the recordings given to you." Hawks asked in curiosity, as before the public hero safety commission had begun deleting the few videos that recorded the incident before they got onto internet; they managed to save copies for Eizo and the commission members to examine personally.

"I did, and I gotta say in all my years I've never seen quirks like those before. Nor have I seen kids with the brains to use them like they did." Eizo noted, having witnessed every bit of those few pieces of footage before he came to central hospital.

It wasn't much to be sure, as it only really showed him the vigilantes towards the end of their battles. Although the footage still gave him a semi-decent summary of what he was dealing with. But he was still stunned by it all nonetheless.

While he'd met plenty of villains and vigilantes with dangerous and powerful quirks before; these kids took that scale to whole a new level. To top it off, they had more than enough skill adding on to their quirks raw power. Such a combination of quirks and fighting abilities had made them probably the most powerful vigilante team he'd ever encountered before in his years on the job.

And considering what he'd seen in that time, that said quite a lot.

"But it doesn't make any sense. How the hell could three kids with such powerful quirks slip under the radar?" Eizo rubbed his chin, as he worked up the possibilities.

"It's obvious we aren't dealing with ordinary vigilantes. Besides the fact they're foreigners, these guys were on a completely different level than any of the ones still roaming around." Hawks said calmly, knowing what he fought last night was not a bunch of greenhorns.

Mirko crossed her arms as she wore a more serious look on her face. "They must've enrolled in some hero school in the united states. It's the only way I could see those vigilante's being able to take me and hawks head on and match us in a fight."

"That sounds plausible, but I'm not sure that's the case yet. I checked with the american embassy and they didn't get any notices of anyone with their description or quirks entering japan." Eizo informed the heroes, both of which rose their brows at that bizarre piece of information.

"That's odd, the american embassy should already have been immediately notified of any foreigners visiting the country." Eizo said with a surprised expression.

"Well I'm having the police chief to contact the embassy again, to see if they find any identification's on these vigilantes." Eizo informed the winged pro hero before taking out a notepad and pencil. "In the meantime I'm gonna need you to tell me as much as you know about them. Specifically, about their quirks and overall what kind of people are we dealing with here?" Eizo requested the two pro heroes who nodded in agreement with the old detective, prepared to answer any of his questions.

"Well, we weren't exactly having freakin tea party, Eizo. It's kinda hard to get to know the punks when your trying to apprehend them." Mirko snarked before her face suddenly looked as if she was in deep thought before turning to the two men before her. "Though how about I go first, since I was the one to have fought two out of the three vigilantes."

"Alright, what do you got?" Eizo asked as he got out his pencil and notepad and readied himself to write everything he could.

"For starters that girl called Maka is anything but some run of the mill vigilante, she's got some serious skill on her shoulders when it comes to fighting." Mirko's lips shifted a little bit upwards. "The kid actually was able to keep up with me throughout our fight and as you can see managed to land some good hits on me."

"No kidding. To be honest it's kinda hard to believe a girl ten years younger than you managed to give you that much trouble." Eizo remarked, but took note of how mirko wasn't too annoyed by that particular fact being mentioned.

Mirko shrugged nonchalantly. "Me either but I ain't complaining considering I got a damn good fight than I had in the last couple months. But it's not like she didn't get any help. That albino kid acted as her weapon thanks to his quirk, which let him partially or fully transform into a scythe for her to wield."

"Interesting dynamic there, on its own that guy's quirk already sounds pretty decent. But when he's wielded by someone with expertise like that girl, then he's no joke either." Eizo muttered as he diligently scribbled down everything he could on the capabilities of this vigilante duo.

"But here's the thing, I think those two have been partners for some time now. When that girl was wielding that guy in his scythe form-she did it with adept proficiency. Every attack was precise and steady. Not the sloppy work of some rookie just learning to wield that kind of weapon. It's as if the two have been fighting together for a good while." Mirko concluded with a calm expression.

"Well If that's the case, then I guess those two must have a good relationship with each other." Ezio noted with Mirko nodding in agreement with the man's assumption.

"Oh yeah, It's a close bond that's for sure. I'm not sure if it's romantic, but they're best friends at the very least." Mirko clarified to the inquisitive detective.

Hawks raised his brow. "Geez mirko look's like you faced quite a power duo last night huh? Still even if these vigilantes were unusually strong and skilled, but considering your veteran experience as a fighter, I still think you should've been able to subdue them."

The bronze skinned woman gritted in annoyance, as she felt her an angry vein beginning to pulsate in her temple. "Well excuse me wise ass, but in case you haven't noticed, I fought tooth and nail to take them down! And believe me I was actually close to beating them, but It's not my fault they pulled some shitty tricks on me to beat me!"

"And what kinda tricks are we talking about here?" Eizo inquired further, and rose a brow as mirko frowned deeply, looking more frustrated as she tried giving a suitable answer until she ultimately deflated with a long sigh.

"Alright look, I don't know how the hell to explain it but towards the end, when I started throwing my kicks at them I started to hear some kind of piano tune out of nowhere."

"The next thing I know my body felt so damn drowsy, like all the energy was being sucked out of me. And before I could do anything, the pigtailed kid knocked me out." Mirko irritably explained, the whole time she did, eizo's and hawks eyes both widened in incredulous astonishment.

"Let me get this straight, are you actually telling me those vigilantes played some music that made you go sleep?" Hawks repeated, unable to fully hide the incredulity in his voice or his face.

"You think I'm making this shit up? I wish I was but no matter how much I hate to admit it, that's what happened." Mirko scowled in persistence, as much as she didn't want to admit she was beaten in such a ridiculous manner. "But it wasn't like that tune put me to sleep, it was more like…like that song sucked all the energy out of my body till I just couldn't move anymore."

Eizo scratched the back of his head as a thoughtful look formed on his face. "Judging by your description, this sounds to me like the work of one of the duo's quirks," the balding detective looked up at the heroes. "After all it isn't exactly uncommon to find some people with music based emitter quirks that have similar effects."

"You think it could be that girl's quirk?" Hawks suggested.

"While this is the first I've heard of an audio based quirk causing such an effect, its far from improbable. Quirks are getting stronger and more unique with each generation so it's very likely to be the case." Eizo theorized, as mirko herself thought deeply about this possibility and the more she did, the more it started to make sense.

"You did say she never displayed any usage of a quirk other than some unusually impressive athleticism throughout the fight. Perhaps she was simply waiting for the right opportunity to use her quirk to take you down?" Mirko's eyes widened in surprise but in moments her expression scrunched into an annoyed scowl.

"Son of a bitch, that actually makes a lot of sense." Mirko exasperatedly sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Though I gotta give some credit to them though, that was a clever move for her to use her quirk like that at the last minute."

"I'd say it also shows just how impressive she and her partner are, the fact she fought so long without the need of her quirk is almost unbelievable." Hawks admitted in legitimate respect for these young vigilantes, growing more curious as to where these guys came from.

Heck if it weren't for the fact these kids were technically foreigner criminals who blatantly broke the law, he would've been tempted to recommend them to his agency.

"But there's still something here that doesn't add up here, like how the hell did that building collapse in the first place?" Eizo asked with a bewildered expression, but all he was met with was a shrug from mirko.

"Sorry but I got nothing to say there, I had been unconscious the whole time, and by the time I woke up that whole mess was already getting wrapped up." Mirko answered, unsure herself as to how a freakin building ended up getting destroyed while she was left unconscious by those brats.

"I think I have to answer to that," hawks spoke up, causing eizo and mirko to turn their attention to the detective. "Before we were taken to the hospital, I spoke with some of the bystanders who were there that night. While they didn't give me perfect details, one of them said that they saw some kind of keyboards fire a sonic blast of some kind that destroyed the structure. Only the man said he swore it looked like it came out of the albino teen." Hawks explained to a stunned mirko and eizo, the latter of which stopped writing to look at the number two hero with a incredulous expression. Keyboards that created sonic blasts? That didn't sound even remotely related to what he'd heard over the past few minutes about the kid's quirk.

"Trust me, I reacted the same way when I heard it out of that bystanders mouth but it seemed like he was telling the truth." Hawks told the baffled detective, unable to blame the man for looking so confused.

"But that doesn't make any sense. Didn't we just agree that girl had a sound based quirk? How the hell could that vigilante transform his body into scythe's and also freakin sonic keyboards?" Mirko said with baffled confusion in her voice towards the end as she tried comprehend what she just heard.

Eizo himself was even more befuddled by this bizarre reveal than mirko. How the hell was this possible? They already established maka might've possessed the sound based quirk here-so why did her partner end up accidentally unleashing an ability completely different from his scythe quirk. Or was it even a quirk relating to scythes to begin with?

"Actually I almost forgot…death arm's report did say that boy could have his scythe form generate wings to let the girl fly on, so perhaps his quirk's morphing abilities go beyond sickles?" Hawks brought up, realizing that particular set of info had completely slipped past him.

Eizo's brow scrunched into a uncertain expression as he considered the number two hero's words. "It is possible considering quirks are growing more unique like I said. But I think we'll have to wait until we speak with him and his friends to get a better understanding of their abilities and who they are."

Hawks and mirko looked at each other before nodding in agreement with the detective, yet the man himself still felt that there was something off here. Cause throughout his long career he had grown to believe there always some bigger picture whenever too many details didn't add up. And the fact the quirks of these vigilantes alone weren't making sense rang alarms in his head. Cause call him crazy, but it almost sounded like one of them had multiple quirks or something.

Eizo briefly shook his head, stopping himself from continuing any further in this legitimately ridiculous idea and focused on the task at hand. "Okay moving past those two, there's still that third vigilante we have yet to go over. Ezio sighed out as he flipped for a new clean page of his notepad for the last suspect. "So did any of you get a chance to interact with him and see what he's like?" Mirko in response merely shrugged her shoulders to Eizo's question, while having a look of cluelessness being worn on her face.

"Nah I got nothing on that kid." Mirko said in total honesty. "I only really saw him in action using his quirk to save a little girl from rubble before he was out like a light. Buuuut, bird boy here would probably be able to tell you what you need to know; considering he fought the guy." Mirko pointed towards Hawks with a cheeky grin on her face.

"Yeah, and that was only because you left me to deal with him." Hawks reminded the brash bunny girl. He was completely unamused by her attempt to wave off the fact that she rushed into the fight, leaving him to deal with that third vigilante all on his own. And by the end of it, his wings were reduced to little bits and he bore a large assortment of slash wounds.

Needless to say, he was more than justified in feeling a bit annoyed at Mirko's antics.

"Let me assure you right now, fighting that boy was anything but a picnic." Hawks answered back to Mirko, who rolled her eyes at the blonde man's response. "To put it bluntly, it felt less like I was fighting some vigilante, and more like I was fighting a one-man army."

"Really now?" Ezio muttered with a surprised look in his eyes. His voice dripped with intrigue, at the number two hero's short description of his fight with that particular vigilante.

Hawks didn't seem to be exaggerating about his scuffle last night. His bandaged shoulder already being a decent piece of proof to justify his claims. Mirko however, didn't look convinced for a second as she scoffed at what the winged hero just said.

"God, lighten up Hawks! You're just peeved because your wings got chopped down by a kid. And besides I don't know what you're fussing about, unlike you I fought two of those vigilantes. So, don't act like you're the victim or something." Mirko grumbled, not believing for a second that Hawks, the top third hero of freakin Japan, had a hard time dealing with some emo looking teenager.

"Well, that's because you haven't heard everything I have to say yet." The pro hero told the rabbit hero before getting back on track. "Let me ask you something detective, what exactly did the previous reports about that particular vigilante say about his quirk?"

Eizo's expression turned slightly befuddled but decided to give an answer. "Well from what death arms and those other pro heroes gathered, he appears to have the ability to create various constructs and weapons from his body or robe. The only thing however that's got me scratching my head is how he created a sonic scream from his sword."

Hawks smirked bitterly. "While that last part has me more than baffled too, I assure you the rest of that theory while sound-is far from what I was witness to last night."

"Really hawks Mirko asked with a skeptical brow on her face and tilting her head a bit. "Cause from what I've heard the guy can pull of an(admittedly badass) Zoro ripoff and fashion himself some freaky ass vines." Mirko's lips started turning upwards, into a faint yet smug smile. "And with most dumbass's dependent on their quirks to fight, it should've been a minor challenge considering who you are."

However the reaction she got from the now glowering number two hero was not what she expected. "That vigilante was anything but some run of the mill thug. Where do you think I got all these stitches from, being careless? Not a chance. All of these cuts you see here, including the stitched gash on my shoulder, were from him and him alone. Had you fought him instead me, you would've ended up in the same, if not a worse state than I am right now." Hawks finished with a stern look on his face, without a trace of his usual laid-back behavior.

Leaving Mirko utterly flabbergasted as she stared with wide red orbs at her fellow hero who still remained dead serious over his claims of this one mere vigilante.

Was he actually being serious here?

Did Hawks, the number three hero of the fucking country, really have such a deadly experience with this kid?

At first Mirko persisted this to be an exaggerated account and nothing more. But the rabbit girl could clearly see that he wasn't lying or joking around, he was speaking nothing but the honest to God truth about the one boy he fought. Despite the fact that she didn't like relying on others to do her job; Mirko would still accept help in certain circumstances when it was needed.

But in the rare circumstances she did work with hawks in times of a crsis, she was able to see hawks be able to dish out a good amount of ass kicking. Managing to wipe out a horde of villain's in less than a minute with the aid of his feathers.

So as much as she didn't like to admit it, out of pride, or the fact he ranked much higher than her, Mirko knew that Hawks had more than earned his spot as the third best hero in Japan.

So For that same man to suddenly say he got his ass kicked by some punk in a goddamn robe, it only made the rabbit heroine ask herself one question.

Just who the hell did Hawks fight?

Eizo blinked in surprise, but quickly regained his composure and crossed his arms. "You really are serious about this guy huh hawks? While I do believe you, I'm gonna need to know more to verify the threat your insinuating this vigilante is."

Hawks keeping his grimacing expression released a sigh before looking back at the detective with hints of steel in his eyes. "I'm assuming you've read the reports death arm and those other heroes gave you regarding him alongside his partners?"

"Yeah he did, though from what I can gather he seems to have a quirk that allows for him to make a couple constructs from most likely his robe." Eizo's brow scrunched a bit as bewilderment took on his features. "The only thing that has me scratching my head is how he managed to produce a sonic scream of all things."

Hawk's eyes briefly widened in astonishment, before his face took on a grimace. "While that last part has me confused just as much as you, that's only the tip of the iceberg of what he's capable of. So how about I go ahead and fill you in?"

For the next ten minutes hawks explained everything about the sword wielding vigilante and what occurred in their intense battle. From the numerous weapons, constructs of blood, and the other ridiculous number of other abilities he displayed in their fight, all the way to the psychotic episode he broke in the middle of their fight. It was such a crazy story that Mirko, doctor moshi and Ezio by the end were left with wide eyes and jaws hung open.

"Holy shit… that pink brat can do all THAT!?" Mirko shouted in shock, breaking the moment of stunned silence that took over the room. "How the hell can some pink-haired punk in a fucking robe, do ALL that crazy shit with his goddamn blood!?" Mirko questioned in her usual loud and brash, yet also now with baffled shock mixed in as well.

"A single boy with a sentient blood-based quirk that grants him enhanced durability, the ability to create and utilize various weapons and limbs, giant thorns, energy blasts, and generate sonic screams too?" The doctor shakily shook his head. "That...that's simply impossible. There's no feasible way a quirk revolving around mere blood could give him so many different powers at once." Moshi breathed in shock, breaking his prevalent silence throughout the entire time he stood in the room with the two heroes and detective.

Said detective was currently standing still like a statue as his face had fallen into an expression of gaping shock like the others. His mind was set on overdrive to try and figure out how the hell could even half of what he just heard was even possible. But even more concerning was learning this vigilante with all this power at his disposal being mentally unstable to put it lightly. And if hawks was telling the truth about his capabilities, then he might have a serious problem on his hands here.

"Are you sure that it wasn't just some hidden support gear or anything to prove his quirk factor came from something else? Did his quirk solely come from his...black blood?" Eizo muttered slowly, his voice somewhat weak in volume as he still tried breaking out of his shock.

Hawks however shook his head. "No, at first I thought the same thing, but I saw him bleeding black blood and a few seconds later those needles came out. I'm certain of it, his quirk factor is that black blood." Hawks reaffirmed his claim. "I know it sounds insane, but that's the truth. Somehow his blood is the source of all that power he displayed when we fought." However before hawks could say anything else, the doctor in the room walked a few steps forward and with a look of apprehension on his face, then turned to the blonde man.

"Actually...you aren't completely wrong Hawks." Moshi admitted causing everyone in the room to instantly turn their heads towards the dinosaur-headed man in confused shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mirko asked with a perplexed expression, already demanding an answer for what this man meant.

"You see when we undressed the boy into a hospital gown, were about to store the costume into an evidence container for the authorities to take till further notice." The dinosaur man grimaced. "That was until we noticed the tears previously coating it were exponentially repairing themselves." Moshi told Ezio and the two pro heroes in front of him, all of whom tried and failed to keep their stunned surprise from being visible.

"You're shitting me." Mirko muttered in astonishment, she never expected to be shocked so many times in a single day. But then when someone heard that a vigilante has a regenerating costume, who could blame her?

"You can't be serious, what kind of vigilante costume can repair itself?" Ezio said in confused surprise, as if what he'd heard about this boy and his arsenal of powers and potential psychopathy wasn't bad enough. Apparently, he also had a hero costume with self-repairing properties.

"That's exactly what we and the forensics team wanted to know, soon after they began to extensively examine the 'fabric'. And when they had put it under a microscope, what they found was... disturbing, to say the least." Moshi grimaced, which gave the two pro heroes and detective a bad feeling for what was about to come out of his mouth.

"Well, what did you find?" Hawks replied as the doctor gave the number two hero a serious expression.

"Apparently both cloth's threads were not only similar in structure, but both were heavily laced, almost merged really, with an unknown organic substance. After further analysis of the material, it was quickly revealed to be none other than... black blood cells." Moshi revealed to them, as their shocked reactions once again rose back up.

"What the fuck!?" Mirko shouted in shocked disgust. As if what she'd heard wasn't enough, she learned that boy apparently had been wearing own his fucking blood the whole time...ugh, gross.

"The hell... what kind of vigilante costume is that?" Hawks muttered in utter shock, not expecting to have been right like this. At first he assumed the robe was just accustomed to the usage of the boy's quirk. Due to noticing how the swords, thorns, and limbs all emerged almost like it was a part of his own body. And while he was technically correct, he never expected to be right in all the wrong ways.

To actually wear a suit full of your actual blood... he wouldn't deny its efficiency for blood quirk users like Vlad King, but it was still creepy nonetheless.

Eizo however was more tamed in his reaction, yet even so, he was still greatly disturbed by everything that had been said about this teenage vigilante.

"I've heard of some hero costumes being made with materials that revolves around the quirks of their users, but not like this. Hell, I don't think even I-island would make something like that." Eizo said to himself, however it was loud enough for the doctor to hear as he quickly replied to the detective's musings.

"Indeed, but putting aside the morbid design, my best hypothesis on this 'blood fabric' so to speak is that with his blood merged into his clothing, it acts as a sort of medium that allows for the boy to seamlessly generate constructs, such as those arms and wings without damaging it. I must say, it's quite an effective design. Despite the unsettling details of its structure, of course." Moshi said with intrigue practically dripping from his voice while stroking his chin in a thoughtful manner.

"But it still doesn't explain how the kid got something like that in his possession. I mean, who even made that for him?" Mirko questioned, only for Hawks to immediately give his answer.

"I think we both know the only places in the world that can make hero costumes customized for people's quirks like that are hero schools. Which only cements the fact that these kids are, or at this point most likely were, enrolled in a hero school in America." Eizo deducted as he began trying to put the pieces together behind this increasingly bizarre case.

This particular vigilante seems to be a ridiculously strong powerhouse, that is in possession of a almost unnaturally versatile quirk. One that really did border on this kid having multiple quirks-which should be impossible. Sure some quirks could have different abilities that almost mimic having two quirks but even that phenomenon was extremely rare in society. But even if this kid did have that dime a dozen kind of quirk, there's no way to explain how he could do things like firing blasts of goddamn dark energy.

Not unless…

"But I think I have a possible explanation for the robed vigilante's unnatural quirk and potentially his mental instability." Eizo spoke up, drawing the attention of the two heroes.

"And what would that be?" Hawks raised a brow.

"Judging from the boy's downright psychotic behavior and the unnatural level of power he displayed even for the rising standard of quirks...he might have used trigger." Eizo grimly told the occupants of the room, as the stomachs of the two heroes and doctors dropped like anchors.

The air within the room growing thick with enough tension one could practically knock at it. Yet as disturbing as what Eizo theorized nobody could unfortunately exactly say it wasn't too far off either.

"Now that…that might explain some of the things Hawks saw." Mirko muttered as her expression darkened into a grimace, as she had the unfortunate displeasure of encountering a couple of villains who used that vile crap as a last resort from being caught by her.

Didn't do shit to stop her from pummeling their asses into the concrete, but the scars of injection shots she saw spewed all over their arms disgusted her to no end.

"I've seen firsthand the monstrous effects of trigger on a person. Especially a stronger variant, which plagued Narahuta and other parts of Japan back with the villain factory incidents. And what I've heard about this boy so far lines up pretty well with users of the drug." Eizo darkly told the occupants in the room, and unfortunately found themselves beginning to believe he was correct in this assumption.

The quirk steroid was infamous for its usage in the dark circle of villainy. Allowing its users to greatly boost their quirk's potency but at the cost of weakening their sense of reason and sanity. Turning those who take it, into crazed berserkers that were eerily similar to how that boy Hawks fought acted last night.

"I can't believe I didn't think of that being the answer. Heck I hear that shit is even more potent in the western states, so maybe that must be why he was so strong." Mirko said in surprise, realizing this could very well be the reason why this guy feather boy fought was so powerful and unhinged.

"Okay so maybe he's some young trigger addict that's possibly been doing some more...unsavory actions to get the drug and keep his quirk at a stronger level. But if that's the case, then that kid needs more help than we realized." Hawks said with hints of pity leaking out of his voice, knowing a child is in danger of heading down such a dark path.

"Well fortunately we did take a sample of his…black blood," Moshi coughed uncomfortably in his fist. "As is our standard procedure and we will be awaiting the results of his blood toxicity report."

"Good to hear, hopefully it'll provide a majority of the answers we're looking for if they turn out positive." Eizo's lips however soon fell into a small frown. "But I'm really hoping it isn't the case, cause the last thing we need to be dealing with is another surge of trigger on the streets again, like two years ago."

"Maybe but I think your all forgetting how that kid practically went completely psycho last night and nearly killed the poor bastard. So already ain't feeling too optimistic about this guy."

Hawks grimaced at the rabbit hero's blunt words, but as much as the number three hero wanted to refute that claim, the sad truth was that he couldn't. At least not completely. Yet even so he was still a kid nonetheless, and to give up on someone needing help-especially a child no less was simply wrong.

"He may not be mentally well, but I'm telling you Mirko, I have a feeling that kid isn't a bad person at heart." Hawks candidly said, only to receive a frustrated sigh from mirko before her face took on a surprisingly serious expression.

"Look I may not fully understand why the hell your defending this vigilante, but I can already tell one of those reasons is not wanting to see a kid's life ruined before it even started." Mirko's eyes narrowed with steel rising within her red orbs. "But in the end, you and I both know that kid is still a danger to himself and others. With an insane quirk like that combined with his ill psyche, that boy is practically a ticking time bomb. He needs to be detained before some serious shit happens and we're too late to stop it."

Hawks and eizo however didn't have any reply for the rabbit hero, as both men were left staring in astonishment at Rumi's unexpected response considering her usually loud mouthed and carefree attitude.

"What?" Mirko asked with a raised eyebrow. "The hell are you two gawking at?"

That seemed to be enough to shake Hawks out of his stupor, as he blinked a few times before he replied. "N-Nothing, it's just that I wasn't expecting you to act so... reasonable. Usually you're so dead-set towards a fight, I figured you'd just be upset you didn't get a chance to pummel the kid and lock him up yourself."

Eizo nervously looked away from the tan skinned woman. "I mean…he has a point Mirko, not even I expected to hear that out of you."

Mirko could only make a baffled sound for a few moments, before annoyed anger set in. Soon a vein popped up on her forehead as she regained her ability to speak. "Are you fucking serious!? Just because I like kicking villain ass, doesn't mean I'm some kind of brute!" Mirko heatedly rebuked with her rabbit ears shot up in peeved anger, the rabbit heroine already felt the need to bash in the head of some dumbass.

"Hey, hey take it easy! No need to go nuts on me, Mirko! I'm just impressed that's all!" Hawks quickly added as he raised his hands in surrendering fashion while adorning a nervous smile on his face.

"E-Exactly, s-so there's no need to overreact given your injuries so take it easy a-alright?" Eizo stammered in fear of mirko going berserk. The last thing he needed was to be on the receiving end of the muscled pillars mirko had for legs. He'd seen the damage they could do, and he did NOT want to add those kinds of injuries.

Mirko merely stared heatedly at the surrendering Hawks before she let out a satisfied "hmph" and plopped back down to her bed. Seeing that Mirko had calmed down, Hawks let out a relieved sigh and put his arms back down.

"Well, I'm just glad we were able to reach an agreement on this to some extent. And trust me, I agree about him being dangerous Mirko, I'm just saying we should at least try to help him." Hawks clarified, and Mirko nodded back before she spoke once more.

"I get it Hawks; I'm only saying we need to understand what kind of person we're dealing with here." Hawks nodded in grim understanding with his colleague.

As much as Hawks wanted to dissuade Mirko from assuming such accusations, he couldn't. Unfortunately he'd been having the very same fears about the boy's deranged blood thirst being true. All the same, Hawks still thought there was hope left in him. And he could see now that Mirko certainly had that same hope, albeit with some more skepticism.

"Even so...I still think we should at least try to do something. We're called heroes for a reason Mirko; we shouldn't just give up on a kid like that." Hawks glanced back at Mirko, who only gave a small grin to the number 3 hero and his respectable resolve towards this case.

"Fine, just don't come crying to me if this comes to bite us in the ass." Mirko forewarned, but it didn't really have any bite to it. If anything, it almost came out teasingly if her smile was proof of such.

"Either way I think you've already convinced me as well that there could be a chance to save the kid from himself, if he really is a trigger user." Eizo said as he scanned over his notes.

"Alright I think I got enough information for now, it's about time I finally go and interrogate those three already." Eizo announced as he soon began walking to the hospital room's doorway. "But I gotta say, You two were a major help to me here, thanks."

Mirko blinked before her lips flipped upwards into a smirk. "No problem old man, just make sure you do a damn good job to solve this whole thing, alright?" Mirko said in her usual energetic tone, Eizo couldn't really help but chuckle at the rabbit girl's fiery spirit. It was honestly a no brainer how that young tenacious teenager he encountered years ago would eventually become one of Japan's best pro heroes.

"You got it, Rumi," Eizo chuckled, but before he would exit the room, he turned around to look at the two pro heroes one last time. "But before I leave is there anything you would like to tell me? Any and all information that you may have left out or forgot to tell me?" Eizo quickly asked the pair, and the two pro heroes tried to think up anything else worth mentioning to help the veteran detective. However, It wasn't long before Hawks recalled something those vigilantes said to him yesterday.

"Actually yeah, that girl called maka mentioned being from some city in America." Hawks informed the detective, who quickly turned his sights on the blonde man.

"What's it called?" Eizo queried, hoping to maybe get the knowledge of where these kids exactly came from before meeting face to face with the three young vigilantes.

"She said they were from..."

But before Hawks could finish what he was about to say, the loudest and angriest shriek any one of them had ever heard in their lives, bellowed throughout the room and maybe even the entire hospital itself.

"WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!???"

The room's four occupants practically staggered from the sheer volume of this mysterious voice. Glass in the windows of the room nearly cracked from the enraged screech's volume alone, as it continued to echo throughout the building. When it finally stopped the two pro heroes, the head doctor and the detective frantically looked around to figure out what just happened.

"What the hell was that!?" Mirko shouted, covering her rabbit ears with both hands. She was already more than infuriated with the asshole who decided to scream like a banshee. Dr. Moshi to speak after he managed to recover from the loud yell.

"I-I don't know, but i-it sounded like it came from-"

"Doctor Moshi!" A voice shouted in a nearly panicked tone. The dinosaur-headed doctor whirled around to see another doctor with a mushroom cap for hair sprint over to him.

"Doctor Hikigaeru, what's going on?" Moshi carefully asked his colleague, looking very concerned at the shaken state of the man.

"I-It's those vigilantes on the third floor! The two of them have woken up, and the sentient quirk of that boy with the pink hair has gone berserk! It's cussing like crazy and trying to attack his own host! The officers that were guarding their room are trying to restrain the thing, but it's getting ugly doctor!" the mushroom-headed man explained in clear desperation at the situation, but soon enough the same scratchy voice began to scream again. Only this time, they could actually make out a load of profanities being yelled out.

"YOU FUCKING COW! I'M GONNA RIP YOUR SHRUNKEN UTTERS OFF YOUR SHITTY CHEST AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR FUCKING ASS!" The scratchy voice roared from the floor above, with everyone in the room below the screaming gaped in utter shock at what they were hearing right now.

"Damn, and they say I have a foul mouth..." Mirko muttered in complete shock at the vulgar language she was hearing, continuing to yell out all kinds of nasty names upstairs.

Eizo, however wasn't fazed by this for long, as he speedily walked towards the room's exit. He already knew that he needed to head upstairs before the situation got out of hand. But before Eizo could walk out, he turned his head to look at hawks and mirko with an urgent expression worn on his features.

"I'm sorry to trouble you guys considering your still in rough shape, but I think I'm gonna need you guys to help me defuse the situation upstairs." Eizo quickly instructed Mirko and hawks, the two looking at each other for a moment before nodding in agreement. Both of them understood how this dilemma would get only worse, should no one do anything about it. Thus the two pro heroes swiftly getting out of their beds, ready to walk with Ezio out of the hospital room.

"Hey wait! You're still recovering from your wounds, you shouldn't get out of bed yet!" The dinosaur-headed doctor urged Mirko and hawks, but he might as well been talking to a wall as both heroes walked past him and followed eizo out of the room.

The trio headed to the hallway and to the nearest elevator, as they prepared to confront the three vigilantes causing all this trouble even now.

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AT THE SAME TIME...

"YOU SPINELESS CUNT! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! FUCKING DEAD!" Ragnarök shrieked in livid fury as he struggled to free himself from the combined grip of his meister and the two cops that held him back.

The two men and the teenager tried with all their combined strength, to prevent the sword from attacking the pigtailed girl in front of them.

Ragnarök had reemerged himself out of his meister's chest when he had attempted to charge at the ash-blonde girl, but thankfully the officers were there to help Crona restrain his infuriated weapon. Yet that would not last for long.

"For god's sake, just calm down already you lunatic!" Soul shouted as he attempted to shield Maka from the berserk demon weapon as best as he could. But being handcuffed to a chair had made that task somewhat more difficult for him to accomplish. Only by pushing the chair he was stuck to, as close to Maka's bed as possible, was he able to partially use the right side of his body to shield her from Ragnarök's onslaught.

The demon sword threw everything he could see at the scythe meister whenever he could get the opportunity. Except an annoyed Maka managed to dodge or had Soul deflect everything fired at her. So the room soon quickly devolved into a state of utter chaos, as Ragnarök continued to throw the mother of all tantrums.

'Dammit, this is the last thing we need to deal with right now.' Soul complained in exasperation, still amazed by how things had gotten out of hand so fast.

After Maka informed Ragnarök that she and Soul had allowed themselves to be arrested, due to the injured state she and Crona were in; just like they all predicted, the demon sword immediately fell into a boiling rage. He was furious with the fact that Maka had been forced to allow the group to get captured by the police after all they'd went through; the sword decided to take his anger out on Maka.

Crona at first tried to contain his screechy weapon, but the tiny devil's rage made it hard for even Crona to stop by himself. Thankfully, with Ragnarök yelling so much vulgarity that a sailor would blush, the two officers who guarded their room heard the screaming inside. When they ran inside and saw Ragnarök going nuts, the two had been forced to help the poor meister stop his livid weapon.

That lead to where they were now, as an enraged Ragnarök wouldn't calm down anytime soon. If anything, it looked like he was only getting angrier.

"Knock it off already! I told you we had no choice in the matter, so quit acting so crazy and-HEY!" Maka angrily exclaimed as once again Ragnarök managed to break free of Crona and the officer's grip, then threw a nearby box of tissues at his ash-blonde haired target. Maka once again was forced to duck her head down to avoid the projectile.

"OH PLEASE! Like hell, you didn't! You just decided to puss out and go with the option that fucks us all over!" Ragnarök rebuked as he tried to lunge at the scythe meister again, but he was stopped by Crona. Grabbing his weapon's plushie body from his thorny back, Crona used both arms to once again restrain him.

"Enough Ragnarök! We weren't in any shape to do anything about it, you know that!" Crona tried reasoning with his angry weapon, but that seemed to only redirect the anger of the sword towards his meister.

Breaking out of the swordsman's grasp, Ragnarök turned his plushie body towards Crona, and pointed an accusatory hand ball at him. "No thanks to your dumbass! You just had to act like some knight in shining fucking armor didn't you, and for what? This cowardly excuse of a woman!?" Ragnarök snarked while pointing towards an annoyed Maka.

However that seemed to push the swordsman's buttons far too much, as his face took on a rare expression of outrage and whacked away his merged weapon's hand while glaring fiercely at the irritating sword.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!" Crona yelled back, as soon enough stern lavender eyes glared at the annoyed ping pong eyes of his weapon. "You can yell at me all you want, but I won't allow you to insult the person I care the most about!" Crona sternly declared, yet Ragnarök merely scoffed at his meister defending his best friend.

"C-Crona..." Maka muttered, her blushing cheeks only added on to the moment as the young swordsman said such sweet words about her.

Crona however immediately realizing what he just said out loud, felt his face fall into a blushing mess, as he hid his face behind his pink bangs in embarrassment.

Unfortunately Ragnarök was quick to take advantage of this moment and swiftly whack the distracted sword meister on on the top of his head.

"Ouch!" Crona yelped, but before he knew it was once again fending off ragnarök as he started punching the pink haired teen.

"Alright, that's it!" Maka once again grabbed her thick textbook(which mysteriously came back to her side) and and instantly fired a thick textbook towards his spherical head. The book's spine immediately collided with the demon's cranium harder than before, leaving a nice dent the on top of his head.

"Goddamn you!" Ragnarök wailed, and frantically rubbed his round head, with tiny tears of pain in his eyes. "The hell was I thinking helping this pussy save your ass?! Now cause of you, we're all gonna get sent to the slammer!"

Maka's eyebrow twitched as her patience was beginning to melt away, and in its place was accumulating anger from the annoying concoction of black blood that only knew how to make a scene or tick her off. Yet as much as she wanted to further bash the hellions head in, maka managed to reel in her temper as much as she could and calmed down a bit.

"For the last time Ragnarök, we're not going to jail! A detective is just going to be coming here to speak with us, that's it." Maka exasperatedly corrected, Ragnarök only scoffed response.

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure wrecking a building and nearly killing a bunch of people is more than enough reason to lock us all up!" Ragnarök harshly rebuked, with Soul flinching from the imp's brutally honest words.

As much as he didn't want that insufferable blob to be considered right, the scythe knew there was some truth within the sword's mouth. It was his carelessness for not listening to the ogre's warning about the black blood's unstableness before it was too late. Resulting in so much destruction that shouldn't have happened to begin with.

Small fragments of soul's guilt resurfaced and despite the albino's best attempts to ignore the unnecessary shame, couldn't help but feel the sting of remorse pass through him.

"Hate to break it to ya, but your friends...quirk is right. It's very likely you kids will be facing a few serious charges for what you caused last night." The elephant officer that Soul encountered last night sternly spoke under his trunk.

Maka and Soul in response could only look down at the bedsheets to avoid the officer's gaze in shame. The officer's blunt words only made their fears of what was to come from their mistake feel even more assured to happen.

Crona however felt his heart wrench as he saw the shame within his friend's expression's, having already been told by maka while trying to contain Ragnarök's tantrum what happened after beating that bunny lady. And needless to say by the end was both stunned and felt terrible for his two friends.

He understood the feeling of guilt all too well, the kind that one would experience after such wrongdoings. It was such a horrible feeling for someone to have inside them, one that made a person feel like their heart was eaten away by the shame alone. He couldn't stand to see his friends suffer through something remotely similar to that. Especially since unlike himself, the destruction they caused wasn't intentional in the slightest.

"B-but my friends helped save all those people from getting hurt, and they made sure to protect everyone who in danger; shouldn't mean something?" Crona quietly asked the officers standing near him. The officer let out a tired sigh before looking back up at the teen in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but even if they did help prevent any casualties, those people wouldn't even have been in danger if these two hadn't caused that building to collapse in the first place. Add that with the property damage, and let's just say it ain't looking too good for all of you." The elephant officer explained to the pink haired teen as he and his partner began walking out the room, much to the swordsman's sorrow.

Maka and soul despite their brief relapse of guilt, looked at pink haired teen in admiration, warmed by how he tried to defend them. But soon enough, the merged demon weapon was more than glad to refute his meister's previous claims.

"Oh yeah, 'accidentally' destroying a street will be more than enough reason for them to let us off the hook." Ragnarök sarcastically spoke back, Crona avoided the gaze of his weapon before the imp punched the top of his meister's head. "Get real idiot, not even the best freakin lawyer in the world can get us out of this mess."

Even though Crona's pink bangs mostly covered the top of his face, Maka could still see his already somber eyes become sadder; while his features had become more scrunched in melancholy. Before Maka or Soul could say anything to comfort him, his head slightly rose up to look at his friends with sad ebony eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I knew it wasn't likely to w-work but I just thought if I at least tried..." Crona somberly spoke to his friends, the swordsman probably internally berating himself for his unsuccessful attempt at reasoning with the officers. Just as Maka could open her mouth to say something to Crona, Soul beat her to the punch and spoke first.

"Listen man, it's not your fault. This whole situation is pretty much out of our hands at this point." Soul told the saddened swordsman, he tried to comfort his friend to the best of his abilities. "All we can do right now is wait for that detective, and hope the sherlock coming here will help sort this whole thing out."

"Or maybe you could just ask him right now." A new voice suddenly suggested, causing the three teens in the room to instantly turn their heads to the direction of the voice.

Much to their surprise the voice belonged to a balding man in his late 40's, who wore a dark-colored suit. As an added shock to the surprise, by his side was none other than the rabbit themed "hero" they met yesterday alongside that winged blonde man. Only now they wore hospital gowns as they did and was covered with bandages on various parts of her body.

Maka and Soul barely resisted their cringe at the sight of the amazonian woman now wrapped in bandages. Remorse cracked into their features as memories of what they did flashed by, the duo put effort to keep a straight face in front of Rumi.

They assumed she and that formerly winged man would be resting. Yet it was very clear that the commotion they'd caused forced the both of them to get up and assist in resolving it.

However, their attention seemed to turn towards the dark suited man, as he adjusted his tie while running a hand through his graying hair. "Well I gotta say, this isn't exactly how I thought I'd be meeting you kids. I was more or less expecting our first interaction to be much less... hectic, that's for sure." The man pondered in hindsight, though he put more emphasis on the word "hectic" as a certain pink haired teen glanced away from the man in embarrassment. Said teenager knew very well what he meant by that.

Maka blinked. "Oh, so you can speak English too?"

"Yeah, I can. It's something I thought would be essential for the job, and clearly my intuition was correct." The suited man responded back to her. His words had a prominent Japanese accent, yet were still comprehensive nonetheless. Then he went over to Soul, and with a small silver key he unlocked the cuffs from the boy's wrist.

"Here, I think it's better if I get these off you. You've probably been in these long enough." Ezio said as Soul rubbed his previously handcuffed wrist.

"Thanks man." Soul thanked the older man, glad to finally be free of those damned handcuffs.

"Though the only reason why I did that was because I have these two with me, so do me a favor and don't try anything." Ezio suggested as he pointed towards the number three and seven heroes behind him.

"Yeah, I got it. So, I'm guessing you're that detective those two cops said was coming here to meet us, right?" Soul asked for confirmation.

"Correct. My name is Eizo Ttanuma, I'm the police detective that was assigned to this case and to talk with you kids." Ezio nodded.

"And we're here to make sure this is kept peaceful. So please do us a favor, and make sure that thing keeps its trap shut and doesn't cause any more trouble." Mirko told the three teens, while a certain imp took offense to the rabbit hero's orders as an angry vein soon popped on his round head.

"Oi! Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do you rabbit eared-?!" Thankfully before he could finish, Crona covered his weapon's mouth with his hand. That action prevented the demon sword from finishing his colorful sentence.

"I'm so s-sorry, he's usually like this. But when he's angry it gets worse." Crona timidly apologized to the three people in front of him. Ragnarök meanwhile tried to shake Crona's hand off him, then unleashed a set of large, square teeth. Chomping down on the hand covering his mouth, Crona yelped and drew back his hand, while Ragnarök triumphantly crossed his arms. "Ow! Ragnarök what have I told you about biting me!" Crona scolded his bratty weapon, but the black blood creature merely rolled his x-marked eyes at his meister.

"Tch, maybe that'll teach you not to try and silence me brat!" Ragnarök barked out. Ezio's curious eyes turned their attention towards the small loud creature that was attached to the boy.

"And I'm guessing you're the one who's been making all this ruckus for the past few minutes now." Eizo questioned the sword, causing Ragnarök to turn his attention towards the balding man.

His x marked face scrunched with annoyance as he glared at the detective. "Yeah. And Why the hell are you asking, Baldy?"

"Cause if you can scream to the top of your lungs, you'd probably be able to help answer some of my questions." Eizo replied. Ragnarök didn't seem all too thrilled by that idea, as the imp proceeded to wag his ball-hand in a "no" manner while he shook his head furiously.

"Oh, hell no! I ain't sticking around for this interrogation shit! Good luck dealing with that asshole, cause I'm out!" Ragnarök rudely exclaimed. Sticking out his tongue in mocking fashion, the imp dissolved back into Crona's body. That left Maka, Soul, and Crona to speak with the detective and the two pro heroes in relative peace.

"Well, he's pleasant." Mirko sarcastically complimented, not at all amused by that little devil's antics.

"Sorry you had to deal with that. Trust me when I say it's not easy dealing with him." Maka apologized to the detective, who only shrugged back at the girl.

"It's fine kid, to be honest I think that it's better that he's gone. Hopefully now we can discuss matters without having anymore noisy problems getting in the way." Ezio calmly told the ash blonde girl, who was in complete agreement with the man's reasoning.

"Yeah definitely. Anyway, it's nice to meet you sir." Maka said with a nod. "My name is Maka Albarn, this dummy here's Soul Evans and..." Maka paused but pushed past her caution to continue speaking. "He's Crona Gorgon." Maka introduced themselves, and to her surprise and relief, noticed no fearful reactions from the three when the swordsman's name was spoken of.

Eizo then only raised a curious eyebrow at the names given to him. "Well, those are some interesting names you got there. Though don't you think it's bad an idea to use your real names when being vigilantes?"

"Uh not really dude, I mean why wouldn't we want use our real names? It's not like we're superheroes with secret identities or something." Soul casually told Eizo and two pro heroes.

The man looked confused for a moment before regaining his composure. "Young man, I don't think you and your pals understand the gravity of your situation." Eizo narrowed his eyes, causing the demeanors of Soul and his friends to become slightly tense. "You should all know that It's illegal to use your quirks without hero licenses. We ran your faces through the database, and no licenses for anyone matching your descriptions or for that young man's costume came up. Yet when we checked his robe out, we noticed its... unique properties."

Crona silently flinched when the detective uttered that emphasized last part, something that didn't go unnoticed by the man and the heroine within the room.

Maka's eyes however, widened a bit as she inferred an idea as to what the man meant by that.

"T-That being..." Crona quietly trailed off as Ezio was quick to answer the boy's question, yet knew very well what he and the other people found.

"That it was mostly made of your black discolored blood." Ezio finished for the swordsman, as the boy tightly gripped his own right arm while Maka and Soul looked on with worried glances.

The detective however noticed this reaction and only narrowed his eyes at what was most likely them beginning to realize how much trouble they were in. And hopefully he can begin to make their pink haired friend confess to the possible usage of trigger and if it was true, how even acquired the steroid in the first place.

"But what I'm asking is who made that for you, since only hero schools would have the resources to make a costume that suits to your quirk seamlessly like-"

"Okay I'm sorry, but what the heck is a quirk?" Maka abruptly interrupted, causing the four adults looked at the girl with a mixture of bafflement and stunned shock. "We've been hearing that term ever since yesterday, and still don't know what it means, is that what makes everyone here look so weird?"

At that moment Eizo could only continue staring at the clueless teen with a partially gaping mouth. The middle aged man for a moment feeling the gears in his brain freeze after hearing what the girl just said. Was...was she serious here? How the hell could she not know what quirks were?

'Something ain't right here. But it might be best to see where this goes. I could still be right and she's just playing stupid...' Eizo reasoned as he regained his composure and soon answered the girl's bizarre question.

"Um...their powers kid, you know, the ones that everyone has." Eizo slowly elucidated yet he was still perplexed by this girl's lack of such common knowledge. "Did you get hit in the head by some of that rubble last night? I mean you bruised your foot pretty badly so..."

"What-no! I'm just asking why everyone here has all these freaky appearances and powers." Maka clarified herself. "We pretty much just landed here without much explanation, so we're honestly really confused as to where we are."

"Well wherever we are it must be far away from home. I mean seriously, superpowers? At first, I wouldn't have believed it, but considering what happened last night I can't say your wrong." Soul admitted to the detective who looked at the boy with an incredulous expression.

"I'm not...and I assure you everyone here has these powers. It's pretty much a basic fact around here kid." Eizo reaffirmed his claims the albino boy who causally shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Not gonna lie that's pretty cool, maybe this place ain't so bad after all Maka." Soul turned to his meister with a smirk, who merely rolled her eyes at her weapon. Of course, he'd like a part of the world that looked like one of his comic books brought to life.

Yet the two didn't seem to notice that Eizo quietly stared at them in confusion the whole time. Mirko and Hawks meanwhile, only got more and more weirded out by the kids' lack of basic knowledge. Had they been living under a rock or something?

"Oh yeah, they definitely have concussions." Mirko whispered to Hawks in Japanese.

"Let's not assume anything yet, Mirko." Hawks quietly replied back in the same language, yet it was still loud enough for Crona's ears to pick up.

"Um did they say something?" Crona curiously asked, yet Ezio waved it off with a small sigh.

"It's nothing, just some gossip. But getting back to the topic at hand, you kids do realize your Americans in Japan, right? I'm quite surprised you guys would come here without bothering to know the country's primary language, nor its cities." Eizo lightly scolded the three teens.

Maka especially cringed in embarrassment since she herself was sorta to blame for not knowing her native language.

The foreign language classes were optional courses in Shibusen, and since she and soul only really planned on taking missions in the America's and Europe, she never thought it would be necessary. And as for why she couldn't learn from her mother? Well she never really got a chance to ask her mama if she could learn more of her native language since she had already left death city after divorcing Spirit.

The ash blonde however snapped out of those old wounds and refocused on their current situation with this detective.

"Alright listen, besides the fact you illegally used your quirks in public, your also responsible for destroying a portion of a street and endangering civilian lives. Even if you didn't mean to cause it, it's likely you'll be punished for what you've done." Ezio sternly scolded the teens, as Soul and Maka glanced down from his gaze in soft regret. However, Soul took a deep breath and then up looked at the man with determination in his eyes.

"Sir, I understand all the trouble we all caused last night. But whatever charges we're facing for that incident, just put most of them on me. Alright? I'm the one who caused the building to collapse in the first place, so it's only fair I take responsibility for my reckless actions." Soul calmly pleaded to the detective.

"Soul, what are you thinking!?" Maka demanded in shock. Soul turning his head to face his meister with the same determined expression.

"Maka, I'm just trying to make sure you and Crona aren't dragged into something I caused." Soul replied to his outraged meister, who refused to let her friend do such a thing.

"Dammit Soul, we already talked about this!" Maka reminded her weapon of their previous conversation as Crona also joined Maka's side on this matter.

"S-Soul it's not your fault, please don't do this because you still blame yourself for what happened." Crona pleaded to the albino, who didn't seem to waver from his resolve.

"Guys, it's not about the guilt anymore. It's about making sure you guys don't get screwed over more than already. I caused it, so I should at least face up to the brunt of my mistake." Soul clarified to his upset meister, who still didn't look at all pleased by his decision.

"But that doesn't mean you should just take all the blame for this! Especially considering what's happening back home!" Maka reminded Soul, whose resolve wavered at her comeback.

"Look whatever problems you all have back home, it'll have to wait. For now we should just get back to the important matter at hand, okay?" Eizo asked the three teens, who reluctantly held off the topic for the time being and refocused on the current situation.

"Now as to answer your noble request, I'm afraid that's not really up to me. Heck, giving any punishment beyond community service or a week or two in juvenile hall is becoming tricky, considering the public's positive view of you all." Eizo explained to death scythe and the two meisters who looked baffled by what he just said right now.

"The public's positive view on us?" Maka repeated while tilting her head. The balding detective letting out a sigh before answering him.

"Long story short, despite what happened with the building, you kids did help prevent anyone getting seriously hurt. The same especially goes for stopping that robbery as well, which the media is taking particular interest and focus towards. A decent chunk of people are already praising you for your 'valiant actions' and 'bravery' as they're calling them." Eizo summarized the situation to the kids, and they were stunned by that information. People were applauding them? Sure, they stopped that robbery but they still caused so much damage afterwards.

Shouldn't these people be angry at them for what they done?

"B-B-But we caused so much trouble and damage yesterday, don't they know that?" Crona asked as Hawks was soon answer the pink haired boy.

"That would be due to the fact a lot people last night didn't see your friends actually cause the building to collapse. If anything, they're somehow assuming it was due to its poor structure." Hawks explained to the teenage swordsman. "As to why people are cheering for you guys-"

"It's because people are dumbasses kid." Mirko interrupted Hawks. "They're really eating up that stunt you punks pulled when you came in rescuing those civilians. Hell, they even got a video of you in particular saving that kid from that falling rubble." Mirko explained to the wide-eyed swordsman who due to his timid nature didn't really like the fact people are watching a clip of him online.

'T-there's a-actually a video of me saving that girl on the I-internet?! How many people have watched it? Hundreds...t-thousands!? I-I don't think I can handle that kind of attention!' Crona thought in mortification unable to believe nor handle this new piece of information. with Mirko, Maka, and Soul all merely sweat dropping at the boy's fearful reaction.

'Is this really the same guy that pushed Hawks to his limits?' Mirko thought in incredulous disbelief, unable to see how this meek boy who was shaking like a leaf, had actually given Hawks such a dangerous encounter last night.

The kid looked as deadly as a freakin daffodil for god's sake!

"But despite the Public Hero Safety Commission not wanting to get eaten alive by both the tabloids and news reports; laws exist for a reason, and in the end, you kids committed a single major crime that started all of this." Eizo reprimanded the teens before him. The trio now sharing tensed and stares of cautious worry at where this man was going with this.

"And which crime was this?" Soul cautiously asked but was had a feeling what this so called "crime" already was to begin with.

"Well in case you kids forgot, it's how you illegally used your quirks without licenses to take on those robbers, and resisted arrest for breaking said law." Eizo clarified to the trio and with Maka and soul looking a bit outraged by this reason.

"You got to be kidding me! So the main reason you're charging us is for helping to stop those criminals, is that it?!" Maka indignantly asked the detective who gave a scolding expression towards the girl.

"I'm sorry but that's how it is. The incident that occurred last night is a perfect example as to why we have these laws to begin with. I understand you wanted to do the right thing, but that's the job of the authorities, not you." Eizo emphasized yet all it did was make the shibusen students further infuriated.

"This is bullshit, you really wanted us to just stand around and do nothing while those crooks got away?" Soul angrily questioned the older man. He may have been regretful for collapsing that building, but he REFUSED to be sorry for helping to stop a group of people who endangering innocent lives.

"Well if you didn't get involved, then none of this would have happened to begin with. Plus, if your pink haired friend's way of 'helping' is to brutalize his opponents to the point of needing serious medical attention; then I think we're only further justified in doing this." Eizo said sternly.

Crona at the mention of that flinched, gripping his right arm more tightly than before, with an evident tremble being notable in his body. "I-I was o-only trying to help..." Crona muttered nervously.

"Well giving a man multiple stab wounds in his arm, throwing him into a car, which resulted in breaking a good chunk of his ribs along with a concussion, is a pretty excessive way of helping buddy." Eizo reprimanded the teen, whose face scrunched in shame as he gripped his right arm even tighter.

Ezio, who'd seen the boy's shameful expression, couldn't help but feel pity for the lad. It really did seem like he wanted to help his friends, but clearly due to his possible mental instability, he lost control and reacted violently towards the thugs. And it was no doubt due to his addiction to trigger to have caused such violence whenever it made him berserk.

But the real question now was where exactly such problem children came from to begin with. And this whole interrogation only seemed to make the question harder to answer with every passing minute. Especially after that ridiculous answer from Maka. But maybe they came from a town where the definition of quirks doesn't exist, and they had another name for superpowers. Okay yeah, it sounded REALLY farfetched, but it was still a possibility nonetheless. In fact, it would be better to simply speak their families and alert them to what was happening, hopefully they could shed some light on this.

"Anyway, are there any guardians we can call?" Eizo questioned the three teens. "With your families up to speed, we can discuss how to exactly handle this matter next."

The trio then paused for a minute, each of them looked at the man in surprise before Maka and Soul's lips began to curve upwards. Relieved to finally contact their friends and get back home, hopefully they'd be able to resolve the whole mess soon.

"Finally! look just let us get in contact with shibusen in Death City and Lord Death can get this whole matter resolved now." Maka was relieved by the opportunity to speak with the reaper.

"What?" Ezio blurted out in alarm but was unheard by a smiling Maka as she continued to speak enthusiastically.

"Now I don't know if kids back yet, but maybe Stein, Marie or any of the other death scythes can speak to you through a mirror and tell them what's happened and where we are."

"Hang on a second, what are you-"

"-Then hopefully we can all work out some kind of solution for the damages we caused; At least until we can finally stop the kishin."

"Now just wait a minute-!"

"But maybe we can go to the Shibusen in Japan so we can tell them about this place and-

"HEY!" Eizo shouted as he finally got the ash blonde girl's attention.

"Huh?" Maka then finally snapped out of her excited ramblings. She looked up to see the utterly baffled and extremely confused faces of the detective and pro heroes in front of her.

"Kid...what the hell are you on about?" Eizo asked incredulously, he looked completely clueless as to what in god's name the girl spewed out of her mouth.

"Well, you guys have to know where the nearest shibusen is and how to speak with Lord Death." Maka said without a hint of dishonesty. Ezio blinked, and after he made sure he didn't mishear the teenager, opened his mouth and spoke.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but there is no 'Shibusen' as your calling it in any part of Japan." Eizo stated, as Maka, crona and Soul looked utterly flabbergasted at what this man just said.

"What the heck do mean? How do you not know about the shibusen academies? Everyone knows about the schools founded by lord death. There's practically one in every major country in the world!" Maka claimed shocked unable to believe how ignorant they were of such knowledge. She figured this place must be more isolated from the rest of the world, but she didn't think it be THIS bad.

"Kid I assure you there is no such school here or anywhere else in the world for that matter. This is the first time I, along with these two, have ever heard of a hero school being called that." Ezio sternly stated, he was still not able to make any sense of any of that. He thought he'd get some answers, only more and more questions came instead. Just what in god's name was going on?

"Well, I wouldn't say that name's too off. Some people could say it's a school where heroes are made. But it's really just the academies where meisters and demon weapons attend buddy." Soul remarked, which caused Eizo to once again blink at the teen in utter disbelief.

"Demon weapons? Meister's? What the hell are either of those?" Ezio disbelievingly asked, he sounded absolutely clueless as to what the titles meant. "And again, who the heck is this Lord Death person you keep yammering about? Is he a Pro Hero in your country?" Ezio said with an incredulous eyebrow, at this point not knowing what to expect. Yet Maka was only becoming not only more frustrated, but now appalled by this man's utter ignorance at something that even toddlers would know about.

"Are you serious!? He's not a 'pro hero' he's The grim reaper himself; the god of order who keeps global peace through the Shibusen academies." Maka answered back. Instead of an getting a response, the scythe meister was met with the stunned wide eyed faces of the detective and pro heroes.

In mere seconds the room went so silent even the machines near the beds seemed to be blaring noises to the ears of everyone in the room.

"What?" Maka casually asked, unable to see what she said wrong and why these people suddenly stared at her like she grew three arms.

"Kid... what in the absolute fuck, are you talking about?" A wide-eyed Mirko slowly told the ash blonde girl. The rabbit heroine looked at her as if she was crazy and Maka only grew more frustrated.

"What do you mean? I told you, he's the Shinigami who founded and leads all the demon weapons and meisters to keep order in the world." Maka explained with frustrated anger rising in her voice, though not as much as the balding detective that stood nearby, who was slowly recovering from his shock.

"Alright Listen to me right now." Ezio told maka in an even more stern voice, having had enough of this nonsensical behavior. "I don't know what kind of game you and your friends are playing here missy. But it's not helping you or your friends in the slightest. Cause everything you just told me right now sounds less like it was the truth and more like it came out of some wacky-ass manga. So, I'm telling you right now to stop this fictional nonsense and tell us the actual truth, right this instant."

Maka however, after hearing the detective's harsh words, felt her blood boil as a heated glare formed on her face. It was frustrating enough that they were being charged for trying to stop a bunch of criminals. The fact that this detective had not only accused her of lying, but also calling Lord Death and the academy she dedicated herself towards were nothing but fiction made her feel so insulted.

Soul, who knew his meister was about blow up like an active volcano, decided to quickly take the reins of this heated conversation and placed a calming hand on maka's shoulder.

"Hey man look, I'm sorry we're sounding really confusing to you. But I'm guessing this city must be more isolated than we thought, so maybe if you just give us a phone, we can call our friends in Death City and solve this whole problem." Soul tried to reason in a calm voice with the detective who only blinked in shock by what he just heard.

"Isolated? Uh Buddy, I'm pretty damn sure Fukuoka city is far from being some backwater town." And as soon as those words were uttered out of hawk's mouth, the gears in Maka and soul's heads for a moment stopped working.

What?

Did they hear him right? They...they were in Fukuoka city?

One of Japan's major cities?

But that can't be...it didn't make any sense.

So many people with powers and freaky appearances? It's impossible that Japan could have hidden something like people having superpowers for so long. Shibusen's intelligence department would have surely notified Lord Death about this long ago.

So how has nobody heard of this until now?

Surely they'd be able to at least notify kid about this development in Japan...right?

"Maka? A-Are you okay?" Crona meekly asked in concern, his own astonishment being only eclipsed by his worry for how maka was staring into space with a shocked expression for a whole minute now. Thankfully it seemed Crona's voice pulled her out of their stupor, as Maka shook her head lightly and turned to look at her worried friend.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine Crona, I was just thinking for a moment." Maka muttered calmly, yet her very shaken green eyes proved otherwise. Soul wasn't any better, as the boy had remained frozen in surprise longer before he quickly regained his composure.

Eizo and the two pro heroes took note of the sudden change in the two teens' behavior. The formers gaze softening as he began to feel a bit concerned himself about these two. He was for sure thought they were just bullshitting him about this "Lord Death" and meister nonsense at first.

But their shocked reactions over where they were made Eizo so puzzled. How could they think they were isolated from the rest of society?

'What the heck is this? Why do they look so startled all of a sudden? Whatever the case may be, I need to start getting some answer's.' Eizo mentally declared as he then went over to the shaken teens with a softer expression then before.

"Alright look, I don't know why you're acting so shocked by this, but I think I know of a way we can clear some things up." Eizo told the meister and weapon pair as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin black featureless rectangular object in hands and began tapping it before a certain meister took interest.

"Um, I'm sorry to ask this, but what's that object in your hand?" Maka asked in curiosity. "Is that some kind of new type of mirror or something?" The detective didn't respond for a few seconds, only having looked up to the girl with wide eyes filled with disbelief and his mouth hung open for a few seconds at what she just asked.

"You mean this?" Eizo gestured to the device in his hand after being able to recover from his shock, with Maka nodding as a silent yes. Ezio didn't say anything at first merely blinking in stunned surprise before speaking. "It's not some mirror, it's an iPhone." Ezio slowly clarified to the confused meister who looked at the device in curious wonder.

"What's an iPhone?" Crona innocently asked as his curious ebon eyes were directed toward the sleek handheld device. Ezio looking at the pink haired boy with wide eyes and his jaw dropped.

"It's...it's basically a brand of smartphone kid, everyone practically has one. H-How in god's name do you not know that?" Ezio stammered in stunned shock, never having seen such ignorance for so many commonplace topics and information like this.

"Wait, that's actually a smartphone?" Soul inquired in surprise with Ezio slowly nodding in confirmation of his words. "Huh, I've been hearing all about those fancy things coming out; they seem pretty cool." Soul complimented with a small amused smile.

"Yeah...sure, a-anyway how about you tell me where this death city as your calling it is, and I'll see if it'll search up on the internet." Ezio offered the three teens.

"I honestly can't believe I need to clarify something like this, but considering what you said about where we are...then maybe it is necessary." Maka accepted with reluctance in her voice, still unsure what to expect, but braved it through in the end.

"Alright then, so where is this place?" Ezio asked as he readied his phone to type.

"Death City is located in central Nevada sir." Maka quickly told the detective who wasted no time in typing everything she just said.

The sound of the man's thumbs tapping on the "smartphone's" screen being one of the few things that distracted her from the gnawing anxiety she was feeling within. It only took half a minute before the man stopped typing. Maka and Soul looked up to see the detective raise eyebrow at whatever he was staring on his phone's screen.

Soul however, assumed his expression was out of surprise for actually finding Death City. The albino teen curved his lips in a relieved smile.

"See what did we tell you? Now that we finally got that issue out of the picture we can-" however before soul could finish his sentence Ezio turned his phone around, and showed the three teens what his smartphone had found.

"No search results for "death city, Nevada."

It was only sentence containing merely seven whole words. Yet those seven words were all it took to shake the two meister's and demon weapon.

What...?

This can't be right...How could Death City not be...?

"I'm sorry kids, but it's what we've been trying to tell you for the past 15 minutes now, this Death City you keep talking about, doesn't exist." Eizo said clear as day, despite the shock induced ringing in their ears, they could make out the detective's words.

All that did however, was further leave the three teenagers in frozen shock. None of them being unable to say or do anything other than stare at the cellphone with wide eyes.

Maka however managed to muster the will to speak again as with great effort managed to tear her eyes away from that sentence on the screen and back at the detective.

"T-that's impossible, your phone's browser must be outdated." Maka muttered, her panicking mind racing for some kind of reason for this...insanity.

"Really? on Moogle? One of, if not, the best internet search engine in the world?" Eizo replied with sarcasm in his voice.

"Moogle? What the hell are you talking about?" Maka's eyes landed back on the rectangular screen. Immediately her green eyes grew wide in baffled shock when she indeed saw it was "moogle" on the web browser's title page.

"W-What?" Maka blurted out, blinking rapidly to make sure she saw that correctly. Yet when her eyes landed on the iPhone once more, they saw that colorful moogle name instead of google.

She may not have been on a computer for at least a week with all the commotion going on with the kishin, she definitely remembered this not being what was used by everyone.

But that was the least of her problems right now, her mind swirled with confusion and growing droplets of fear. Maka wanted to know why these people, and now the whole internet, knew nothing about the Death Weapon Meister Academy.

Just what in Death's name was going on?

Maka still didn't want to give up however. She couldn't so soon. There was still one last thing she and her friends could try to bring reason and reassurance back to this situation.

"Then... can you try searching up for Shibusen Academy?" Maka requested in a quiet mutter, one that Eizo at first thought to deny. But when Eizo looked into the desperate eyes of this girl, relented and began searching it up. If only to get them to finally start talking some sense but in actuality to help these kids as best as he could.

He didn't know why, but that look of confusion in these young teens were starting to worry him. The pink haired one was the second one to concern him the most as the kid had curled up into a trembling fetal position and from how even paler he appeared looked ready to faint at any given moment.

Thus without delay the detective quickly typed away at his phone while maka started getting lost in her thoughts.

'How could there be no results on death city? It doesn't make any sense, everyone in the whole world knows about death city. So why didn't it come up on the internet? Could the technology in this city be affected by madness? It's possible, but at this point I'm unsure what could be the answer for whatever the hell is going on.' Maka however snapped out of her deep thoughts when she looked to see Soul giving her a calm expression despite how baffled he was getting by this unsettling information.

Crona despite being worse than even both of them managed to partially uncurl himself and give his friend a shaky smile as support despite how terrified he felt on the inside. It seemed to work as the ash blonde was comforted to see her friends remain strong for her.

But soon enough Eizo finished tapping on his phone as the search results for shibusen came up. Even though it was only minutes passing, the three teens felt as if an eternity was passing by. And after a couple seconds, soul spoke.

"D-D-Did you find it?" Crona whispered to the detective, who displayed only an unreadable expression that none of them could tell what he was thinking. Only adding more dread to the results of what he found.

'Please be there, it has to come up. It has to.' Maka prayed, hoping with all her might to be right.

Eizo let out a small sigh before turning his phone around, and once again showed the screen to the demon scythe and his meister. And what they saw made their jaws drop and their hearts freeze with pure and utter shock.

"No search results for "Shibusen Academy."

At that very moment Maka felt like the very world around her had all but shattered apart as she read that nightmarish sentence in front of her. Her veins all but froze as she felt her soul wavelength trying and partially failing to drive off the numb terror coursing through her body.

For the longest time Maka just stared at the small screen in front of he, and the whole time some part of her mind couldn't help but consider how funny this was. She had faced against so many terrifying enemies and situations that make any normal person feel like this right now.

Hell, not even the demonic god of madness could've forced her to be consumed by his overwhelming madness of fear. Sure, she was scared to have faced such powerful foes. But she had always been able to use all the courage in her soul to push forward and overcome those challenges in the end.

Instead, it was a mere sentence displayed on a detective's phone that had been able to consume her very core with numb terror. It was as if someone had thrown a sledgehammer straight into her stomach from the sight of that single impossible sentence before her very eyes.

This can't be true, it couldn't be...

This couldn't be happening, it had to be some kind of dream. A dream produced by madness or some kind of magic, whatever it was, there had to be some explanation to all of this!

Any way to explain how she and two of her close friends were stuck in a part of Japan that looks like it came straight out of a comic book. Where animal people and costumed guys were roaming around. Talking about these quirks and using powers like it was a crime. Where nobody knew about shibusen and Death City. As... as if they had never even existed in the first place...

What was happening right now...where the hell were they?

"Maka!" Soul's voice cut through her deep thoughts. The ash blonde teen felt the emotional numbness fade from her body as she turned her head to look at Soul.

Her Death Scythe while looking somewhat calm, wasn't any better as confusion and even panic was slightly cracking through his expression and were becoming notable.

And from the corner of her eyes she could see that crona was much worse. The lanky swordsman tightly hugged himself in icy fear as his breathing sped to the verge of hyperventilation while he stared at Maka with wide terrified eyes. His fearful gaze silently begging maka for an answer to what was happening but she just didn't have one.

"Hey, are you alright kid?" Mirko asked now standing nearby Eizo, her face expression showing a mix of caution and concern as she watched this previously high spirited and determined child starting to crumble into confused panic.

"N-no I'm not. How can I be?" Maka slowly place a hand on her head as she regathered herself but was partially failing to do so. "This shouldn't be remotely possible. Death city is known throughout the world, it's where Shibusan and all of our-wait, our friends! They could still be up there!" Maka shouted as she shot her head up, with a gaze of intense worry.

"Wait a minute? What do mean your friends might still up there?' Where exactly is that?" Eizo asked.

"My friends and some of our teachers! Before we were taken here, they were all up on the moon fighting the kishin! We need to get back there or who knows what could have happened!" Maka exclaimed, as her increasingly alarmed mind desperately tried to make sense of the situation.

They weren't on the moon or even in Death City.

They were taken by the book of Eibon to apparently Fukuoka city, only now it was filled with people who have superpowers and bizarre features. Yet these people treat using their powers and fighting evil humans as if they it was like the responsibilities of a police officer! While it wasn't far off from Shibusen, the fact that nobody seemed to know about the academy or even Death City was mind boggling enough as it was.

But to know that there was absolutely no indication of their home even existing in the first place was beyond terrifying. It just didn't make any sense; it was utter madness!

"Maka listen to me, just take a deep breath and calm down. This is crazy, I know, but we gotta calm down; I know your way stronger than that." Soul told Maka as calmly as he possibly could. Yet even for someone as coolheaded as him, it was becoming difficult.

Thankfully Maka seemed to be taking soul and crona's advice as she soon began taking slow deep breaths to regain control of her emotions. Her partner helped to soothe her frantic wavelength to a more stable frequency. The meister and demon weapon shared a short yet helpful resonance to calm their panicked emotions as much as possible.

"Albarn was it?" Maka slowly nodded. "I'm sorry Ms. Albarn, about your...predicament. I really am, but your just making even less sense than before. You say come from this 'Death City' located in the United States, yet there doesn't seem to be any indication or proof of this city existing in the first place." Eizo told the girl with a slightly exasperated yet worried tone. "So, tell me, is there anything else you can give me that I can actually use to help you? Anything at all?"

"Can you..." Maka paused releasing a deep breath before continuing. "Can you let us write all our contacts and maybe see if you can call them and let us speak with them...please."

"It's all we're asking of you; we just want to see if we're able to speak with our friends and family and find out what's going on." Soul added, hoping this detective would give them some chance of contacting home and prove they weren't nuts to these people.

Crona nodded his head in agreement with his friends, as a pleading expression hung on his face. Begging for nothing more than for clarity to this frightening situation they were in.

Ezio and Mirko were once again left with incredulousness and even though everything they have told them sounded completely insane; their expressions softened upon seeing Maka, Soul, and Crona's faces once more. The frantic fear in their eyes, the energetic and courageous attitudes fell apart before these two adults.

Only three scared kids were left, which made the detective and pro heroes feel nothing but sympathy for them. They needed to something, and at this point, it seemed like this was the best if not only option left available to them. So without any further delay, Ezio put away his phone and gave a notepad and pen to the despaired Maka and soul.

"Alright then, just write them down and I promise you we will do everything in our power to contact them. You have my word as a detective and officer of Japan." Eizo proclaimed with upmost honesty, having worn that badge on his jacket for a reason. And that was to not only bring villains and criminals to justice, but to help people like these kids who desperately needed it.

Maka soon took the notepad and pen presented to her by the detective. And began writing the numbers of all their friends and loved one's numbers...Including the number used to contact lord death.

Okay it did sound ridiculous to continue trying something like that, despite everything that she's been forced to acknowledge. But even though these phone numbers were mostly used for long distanced calls through mirrors, they also could be used to call them through regular phones.

After writing down her own contacts, even her own papa, she handed Soul the notepad to write any missing contacts. The scythe most likely added his own family members to the list so they could possibly be used to contact the rest of Shibusen if they could.

Once soul finished writing he handed the notepad back to the detective. And the detective raised an eyebrow at the long list of phone numbers before him, with so many names attached to each one.

"What about your friend over there? Does he have any guardians or family we can get in contact with?" Ezio motioned to Crona who felt nauseous at the question alone, while tightening his grip on his right arm further. Maka herself nearly cringed in disgust at the suggestion.

She may have been the only form of familial relation he ever had, but it was a twisted and monstrous mockery of what a mother should ever be to their child.

But it still didn't help that Crona was basically an orphan. He had no family nor any guardians to speak with...at least not with the former he killed.

'Unless...' Maka pondered, as she may have solution to Crona's lack of parents to call. Maka took the notepad and pen from the detective and drew two circles around the numbers and names for stein and Marie.

Yes it was painfully ironic considering the trouble Crona had been coerced into causing for the couple. But Marie was still one of the few people who gave Crona true kindness in his life, in spite of his past before Crona's betrayal. Plus, Marie would always give out her motherly kindness to others in need, so it would be a perfect role for the Death Scythe.

But while Stein didn't really have much connection to Crona, at least one that didn't cause harm to him, the two did seem very similar in some aspects. Particularly both being good people deep down, who both suffer from their inner demons and the madness that dwells within themselves.

After being handed back the notepad, Eizo started to walk out of the door with Mirko and hawks following suit. "Alright then, we'll get to work with these and see if we can get in contact with your families or guardians as soon as possible." Ezio then turned to Mirko. "I think we should stay nearby their room just in case." Ezio advised in fluent Japanese.

"Sure thing." Mirko replied and walked out of the room.

But just before Ezio was about to leave as well, he turned back to the three teens one last time.

"Look I still don't is going on, but I meant what I said; we'll do our best to contact them." Ezio assured the teens before walking out the white doors and down to the hospital hall.

Thus leaving the three teenagers to their own thoughts and their own company within the silent room. As Maka, Soul and Crona kept hoping this was just some nightmare they'd be waking up from soon.

Even if they knew deep down, that this voice in their heads was right...

---

"Okay then...that just happened." Eizo muttered as he and the number three and seven heroes walked to the nearby waiting room just a minute away from the room Maka, Soul and Crona were resting. The three sat in silence, as the halls continued to be busy with hospital staff walking the halls while Eizo was rubbing his forehead. "Whatever the hell that was anyway."

Eizo couldn't think of anything, not a single goddamn thng that could give him any clue as to what in God's name they'd just dealt with in that room. Sure he was expecting things to be different considering this was technically an international matter, but he never imagined it would reach such lengths of absurdity.

"I honestly don't know what to say. Cause I think I'm not the only one here who was practically blindsided by that...interview." Hawks admitted in astonishment, he too was quite baffled by the outcome of their interrogation. The number three hero had seen and heard many crazy stories in his job as a pro hero, yet none of them reached this scale of bizarre. "I mean I knew these kids would be a bit different, given the fact they're not from Japan; but this is a whole new level of crazy, even for me."

"If you ask me, I think we took them to the wrong hospital." Mirko snarked, but eizo and hawks only gave the rabbit heroine an incredulous stare. "Am I wrong?! Did you not hear the total bullshit that came out of those kids' mouths? I've heard a lot of lies in my time, but that has got to be the stupidest one I've ever been told."

Seriously, who the hell didn't know what quirks were? The only ones who didn't know about quirks was either living under a rock or goddamn crazy. The latter of which she had been assuming these kids were, and why wouldn't she think they were nuts?

Like how that girl kept talking about their home in death city, the stupidest name she'd ever heard a city being called, and how their school was run by the grim fucking reaper! And don't even get her started on that bullshit about their friends being on the freaking moon!

Eizo and Hawks honestly couldn't blame her for having that kind of mindset. A lie didn't even do it justice, it seemed more like the ramblings of over-imaginative children than an actual lie. For a teenage girl like Maka to speak such crazy tales, it was more than a little disturbing. Almost feeling it was absolutely necessary for these kids to be sent to a psychiatric hospital.

But the way those kids displayed such emotional reactions after learning their "home" didn't exist... it made Eizo question if there was more to the situation than what he originally thought.

"I don't know, it didn't seem like they were lying mirko, They seemed genuinely shocked by what we were telling them. We told them the most basic information such as Quirk regulation laws, and they didn't know squat about any of it." Hawks then thoughtfully scratched his chin as he worked the gears in his brain. "It goes beyond even their ignorance for quirk regulation laws, they don't even know what a smartphone is for pete's sake."

"Really Hawks? So what are you trying to say? That you actually believe that bullshit story about their Lord Death and their friends being on the fucking moon?" Mirko said incredulously, hoping that wouldn't be the case.

"For god's sake Mirko, they looked like they didn't even know what pro heroes were! How do you lie about not knowing something so basic as that?" Hawks rhetorically asked, but Mirko was unable to find the words to answer him, at least not properly. "Cause You can't. Though to be fair, I can't deny that those children's claims didn't sound ludicrous either."

"Oh, damn it. You're not serious are you?" Mirko groaned at the winged hero.

"Think about it. That girl didn't act or even look like someone who was insane, trust me I've dealt with those kinds of people before. Maka seemed perfectly sane. She genuinely believed that everything she was saying were perfectly normal facts-as if she's known them her whole life. Shit...this only keeps adding more and more questions than answers as to who the hell were dealing with." Hawks replied in clear frustration at this bizarre situation.

Eizo would've wanted more than anything to have the answer to that question, but so far the old man had no idea what it could be.

After all of Eizo's years of experience in the field, dealing with so many insane criminal cases over his career it made him almost question if some could be solved. Yet even so, he still was able to construct a clear thesis and solution to such crises. But case however had finally been the investigation in his life as a veteran officer that left him completely stumped.

He could never have possibly imagined that this semi-normal investigation(at least in what's considered normal in his career) would ever turn out this way. It seemed so clear before. That a bunch of teenage American's came to Japan and wanting to do the right yet irresponsible thing of committing vigilantism. With that Crona kid possibly being a trigger addict to possibly strengthen himself and help his friends. There seemed to be evidence supporting this, all he needed was a statement to learn the whole story.

And oh boy, did he get a statement alright.

What happened back there had to easily be the most absurd interrogation he had ever been witness to in his entire career as a detective. Leaving him now with this can of worms to deal with before it got anymore out of hand than it was.

But where could he even start?

Every single word that he heard from those children was so outrageous and absurd. A god of order named Lord Death? Demon weapons? Their friends being on the moon!?

What could he even do with this nonsensical story? Should he really just send them to the psyche ward?

For once Eizo didn't know how to proceed. The only thing he could possibly do, was follow his trained instincts developed from years as a detective to find the answers he so desperately needed. After taking a deep breath to calm himself, he looked up to meet Mirko's gaze with his own steeled one and spoke.

"Setting aside our opinions about these children, I think we can unanimously agree that this is unlike anything we've ever dealt with before in our respective jobs. But right now, my intuition's telling me that either these teenagers are out of their goddamn minds or...that something is very wrong about this whole case." Eizo muttered, as he tried putting his old brain to work to make sense of this mess he unknowingly got himself into.

"Please don't tell me your actually starting to believe that bullshit, those brats spewed being real, right?" Mirko asked her old friend in stunned disbelief.

"I assure you Mirko, I still think their story is borderline fictional. But something's telling me that there's more to this than we realize. I'm just making sure, that's all." It was crazy, and Ezio would dare say a huge waste of time...But in the end, the old detective couldn't help but remain vigilant and look over every possible lead available to him.

But before he could even begin to do that felt his phone vibrate within his pocket. The detective immediately snapped his attention to his phone and pulled it out to find a notification rang up.

"Who the hell is that?" Mirko asked with a risen brow, as she watched the balding man release a sigh of relief.

"Thank god It's the embassy, I'm guessing they might've found their guardians afterI sent those names to them on the way here. Hopefully now we can finally clear up this insanity once we get in contact with them." Without wasting a second more, the detective began to read through the embassy's email.

"Well thank god for small miracles, the sooner we speak with those kids' parents the better." Hawks said in relief, he felt more than ready to finally hear some answers. "I just hope they can explain their children's imaginative behaviors."

"Yeah, and we'll tell em how their kid mopped the floor with your sorry ass, bird boy." Mirko chuckled in amusement.

"Are you any better than I am in that department, Mirko? Or should I remind you ofhow you got caught off guard and beaten by a fifteen-year-old girl?" Hawks countered with a cheeky smile, as the bunny girl stopped chuckling and rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder why I have to deal with you so damn much." Mirko irritably complained in annoyance. "Besides they just got lucky, otherwise that fight would've-"

"What...no i-it's impossible...there's no results?" Ezio slowly muttered as the playful argument between the two pro heroes was put to a halt. The number seven hero turned to see a stunned Ezio, reading the email sent by the embassy, and looked over his shoulder to see what the fuss was about.

"That's just absurd, the American embassy should have at least something on all those..." Hawks trailed off, his skepticism melted away as he froze solid in stunned astonishment when he and Mirko read the email on Ezio's phone.

['Spirit' Albarn current residence: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.]

[Formerly married to 'kami' Albarn and father of Maka Albarn.]

Field of work: teacher at Shibusen Academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

['Franken Stein' and Marie 'Mjolnir' current residences: Central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.]

[Marie Mjolnir's Former residence in Atlanta city.]

Field of work: both work as teachers in Shibusen academy

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

[Sid Barrett current residence: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.]

Field of work: teacher at Shibusen academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases

['Death the kid' current residence: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas. Son of 'lord death]

Enrolled in Shibusen Academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases

[Liz and patty Thompson current residences: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.]

Former residences New York City

Both enrolled in Shibusen academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

[Tsubaki Nakatsukasa and 'Blackstar' current residences: central Nevada nearby Las Vegas.]

Tsubaki Former residence in northern Japan.

Both enrolled in Shibusen academy.

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

[Wes Evans and Diane Evans current residences: central Nevada, in Las Vegas city. Older Brother and grandmother of soul Evans]

No results found in both Japanese and American databases.

They couldn't believe what they were reading. There was nothing...not a single piece of data on any of these people. Ezio stubbornly continued to scroll through the rest of the list of names given on the email. Unfortunately, it became very apparent that the American embassy absolutely failed to find ANY kind of information on even a single one of the contacts that was given to them.

"How the hell could they have nothing on so many people? Their directly linked to our own, so they should have double, if not triple the number of names to go through." Eizo murmured while he continued to check if there was some kind of mistake in the report. But so far, it wasn't very likely to be the case.

Many of those names did sound cartoonish, but considering this was a world where superpowers exist, that didn't seem too far out of the realm of absurdity. Ever since quirks emerged, Americans had been naming their kids some crazy ass names based off their quirks.

Even so, something should have come up. The fact that they couldn't find any sort of information on even a single name was very alarming, to say the least. An occurrence like this almost NEVER happened, not with so many contacts like this.

Something wasn't right...

"Hah! What did I tell you Ezio, these kids are lying off their asses!" Mirko claimed almost proudly. "I'm honestly shocked they didn't message us for wasting their damn time. And I wouldn't have blamed them!"

"Mirko I...I'm not so sure." Mirko then whipped her head to look at Eizo's as if he grew ten new arms.

"What!? The hell are you talking about? The proof is literally in the palm of your fucking hand, how could you not think they were lying!?" Mirko incredulously asked, yet Eizo's unsure and contemplating glance turned into a more stern and resolute expression.

"Mirko it's too soon to say if they're lying or not, that'll be my job to decide. But for now, I'm starting to think something really is up. The American embassy may not be flawless, but there's no way they could've gotten absolutely nothing on every single one of these contacts."

"Besides, what would be the point of lying? They looked pretty desperate to speak with them, so it doesn't make any sense to fake their families and friends contact information." Hawks added as Mirko seemed very reluctant to accept the reasoning of both men. As much as she hated to admit it, Hawks wasn't wrong at all.

Those emotions weren't lies told as an excuse, the desperation to get back home was evident in their voices and in their emotionally shaken eyes. You can be the best actor in the world, but even then, you'd never be able to fake true emotions like those kids had displayed.

On top of that, those kids seemed far too skilled to be just some group of nutty brats. Like where did they learn to control their quirks so well? And how did all three of them learn to fight someone like her and Hawks on a near even level? To be able to keep up at her pace and give her one helluva challenge wasn't an easy feat. It would take years to accomplish at least rivaling her, but those brats did it barely in their mid teen's!

She and those other two had some serious experience, but from where? They had no knowledge of quirks yet they mentioned that coming from that "Shibusen" academy. Was that where they learned to use their powers so well? But it didn't even exist, nothing came up on the internet, so that had to be just a convoluted bullshit they came up with…right?

"Nonetheless it doesn't matter what's false or not, we still have three foreign minors with no passports, no personal identification or any parental guardians whatsoever, making them illegal immigrants. And worse yet we still have no idea where they came from or what to do with them." Eizo sternly summed up with a grim expression on his aged features.

A stubborn part of him still wanted to believe they were just screwing around and those were just damn good actors with delusional behavior. But his gut kept telling him over and over that wasn't the correct answer at all.

The boy named Crona who could create numerous weapons, limbs and so many other constructs out of his sentient blood quirk; with his own costume also infused with his black blood.

The albino named Soul, who could transform into a scythe with transformative and other unique properties. And of course, the girl called Maka, who would wield her friend in his scythe form with extreme finesse and superhuman speed.

There were far too many inconsistencies with their unknown backgrounds to begin with, and their already bizarre quirks were alone enough to raise so many questions. But this email from the embassy was enough to tell him that something was incredibly amiss here and given his past experiences in these kinds of situations; that was never a good sign.

Yet before he could continue this line of thoughts was interrupted by the footsteps of doctor Moshi approaching him and the two heroes, holding a file in his hand.

"Oh it's you doctor Moshi, what brings you here?" Hawks asked curiously.

"Well besides checking to see you haven't been exerting yourselves, I came to alert the detective the blood report has finished." Moshi revealed as he opened the file containing the document in question.

"That's some good timing there. But does he have any traces of trigger in his system?" Eizo questioned, but soon had a bad feeling what was going to come from his mouth.

"Actually...no, the results all came back negative. The boy doesn't have a trace of trigger or any other narcotic in his system. Though we did find his blood cell's unusual, that could be due to his quirk affecting the structure of his blood." The doctor explained, yet for Eizo and the two pro heroes sitting beside him it only caused more questions to flood in their heads.

"What? That doesn't make any sense." Hawks muttered in surprise, while glad they aren't dealing with a trigger addict, this new information is only adding even more questions.

"Compared to everything else we just witnessed, this is nothing." Mirko muttered, yet it sounded more to herself than anything.

"I wish I could provide more help, but there's not much else I can do," moshi shook his head slowly. "For now I have other matters to attend to, but hopefully this could be some sort of use in your investigation." And with that moshi walked away from the dumbstruck heroes and detective. Before Eizo moment's later snapped out of his stunned stupor, and at that point realized what needed to be done.

"I swear, I'm getting too old for this crap." Eizo groaned in exasperation, and started typing on his phone.

"What are you doing now?" Hawks asked.

"I gotta make a call. I think I know someone who could possibly help us get some answers." The old detective sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. "I never imagined I'd ever have to call him for help, but it seems I have no other choice at this point. Hopefully he'll finally bring some clarity to all this insanity once he gets here." Ezio explained.

"So far things seem calm for now, but I'd prefer if you would stay here and continue monitoring the vigilantes in case something happens." Eizo told the rabbit heroine, who looked far from pleased.

"Then I guess I'll be heading back up to fill out my release forms. Mirko, you should probably stay here in the meantime and watch over those vigilantes." Hawks causally told the rabbit hero.

"Wait-what!? And why the hell should I be on guard duty for a bunch of whacko children?!" Mirko heatedly asked, not looking forward to being a guard dog for three crazy brats.

"Cause you accepted the job, don't you remember?" Hawks retorted, and as Mirko was about to make a comeback she paused before growling in frustration.

"Goddamnit..." Mirko angrily hissed, she recalled her agreement to Eizo's request a couple minutes ago.

"Mirko listen, you and I both know you one of us needs to write a report of what's happened. So that way the public hero safety commission can show the media we were able to resolve this whole vigilante situation. The only way to do that is to be there for when the detective's friend comes." Hawks stated to a frustrated Mirko, who got up from his seat and walked back to their hospital room.

"Shouldn't that be your job though? After all your pretty close to those big suits in charge, so wouldn't it be better if you stay instead of me?" Mirko tried to reason with the winged hero, yet Hawks didn't seem bothered by the idea.

"True, but it's a requirement from both our agencies. One way or another, we are involved in this case, and the Hero Public Safety Commission doesn't really care which of us makes the report. So long as it's detailed it won't matter. You just need to watch them for a few hours, after that we can put this whole thing behind us and you can get back to your usual duties." Hawks then continued walking, leaving a ticked off Mirko standing in the waiting room.

"C'mon Mirko the guy isn't out to dump this on you out of spite. He only wants this to be done right, you can't fault him for that." Eizo said while his phone rang two times, Mirko let out an exasperated breath and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh fine." Mirko reluctantly agreed. "Just don't expect me to be standing like a statue 24/7. I'm gonna get a cup of coffee, take breather from this shit." Eizo shot an amused expression at the fuming Mirko as the bunny woman stomped to the hospital's cafe.

Soon enough his amusement went away like switch being turned off, as a voice came through his phone.

"Well, well…if it isn't good old eizo calling me after all this time. It's been a while buddy." A middle-aged man's voice casually told the detective.

"Same here Ōkabo, it's been what, 8 years since I last saw you?" Eizo tried to recall, though it was difficult for him to remember when he'd last saw or heard from the man.

"Yep, I honestly thought at one point that I'd never hear from ya again. Unfortunately, you picked a bad time to call me, I'm in the middle of drawing up some new ideas before my deadline hits." Ōkabo replied coolly.

"And let me guess you waited till the last minute again, to start doing your chapter's right?" Eizo blandly stated.

"Whaaat, no way…okay yes-but you gotta understand this job is sometimes legitimately taxing!" Ōkabo huffed. "Anyway something tells me your not calling for idle chat, so what's going on exactly?"

"Look i know it's been a while but I'm calling you because I have a very...unusual case on my hands. One that I believe requires your help." Eizo explained to the man on the other end, who released an interested "hmmm" sound.

"Really now? How unusual are we talking about here? Cause this better not be you wasting my time trying to find some hidden villain hideout in the city."

"God, I wish that was it, but no. You see I'm dealing with three foreign American teenagers, most of who seem to almost have multiple quirks. Yet here's the kicker. They nothing of quirks themselves or their laws nor have any indication of having parental guardians. But the real kicker is how they keep talking about some 'Death City' and an apparent 'reaper god', who runs a bunch of academies around the world." Eizo further clarified, without missing a single beat, yet nothing was heard on the other end. With only the faint sound of a small object dropping on a solid surface being heard.

"Uh buddy...did you take something before calling me?" The voice on the other line said carefully.

"No I did not, and I don't blame you for thinking thay way. But I know what I just said, and I assure you it's nothing but the truth." Eizo confirmed casually.

"Eizo if this is your definition of a joke, then your sense of humor really has gone to shit. And you better start telling me what you actually called me out of the blue for, instead of that utter stupidity I just heard." The man named Atushi blandly told the veteran cop, clearly not amused one bit by what Eizo just said.

"I assure you Ōkabo, I never joke around when it comes to my job. What I'm telling you is nothing but the truth. They don't even know what a goddamn smartphone is for crying out loud. you think I could even come up with a crazy ass lie like this if I wanted to?" Once again the man on the other line had nothing to say, silence temporarily filled the phone call between them.

Though it wasn't long however until Atushi spoke once more.

"Alright, consider me officially intrigued; I'll be over there in 20 to 30 minutes tops. I don't know what kind of insanity you've stumbled yourself into my friend. But madness and creativity are said to be one and the same; so, I got a have a good feeling in my gut this may be worth all the trouble." Atushi told the old detective, who let out a small breath of relief at his friend's answer.

"Thanks a lot man. I'll have everything you need set up for when you arrive." Eizo thanked his associate before he hung up, then walked over to the two cops he'd talked to before.

"Alright boys, you're gonna need go down to the lobby and find a large TV then bring it up here." Eizo ordered to the two cops, both men listened intently to his words, but they couldn't keep their baffled expressions at bay.

"Uh sure thing sir, but why do we need a TV for?" Furamasi questioned the bizarre request of the detective.

"It's for someone coming here to help us with these vigilantes, so he'll be needing it." Eizo replied to the officer.

"Alright, but one last thing, what kind of television do want us to bring up here?" Furamasi once again asked.

"The biggest one we can find, now cmon let's go get it done. We have thirty minutes at most before he arrives here." With two quick salutes, the two cops ran down the hall to catch up to Eizo and help bring up the requested item.

The balding detective took a moment to release a tired sigh then rubbed his forehead while he speedily walked down the hallway to the elevator.

How did this even happen?

Everything was so simple twenty minutes ago.

He was only sent to interrogate a bunch of teenage vigilantes and give them a serious warning and just slap on a punishment of community service.

At least that was the original plan...until he actually met them.

Leading to him being forced to call someone like atushi to help him out for the first time in any of his cases.

Because now he had no plan whatsoever.

At least not until Ōkabo came with his miracle of a quirk and provided him an idea of what to do next.

"How in god's name did I get caught up in this crazy bullshit?" Ezio muttered under his breath, continuing to wonder just where this ludicrous day was going to take him next.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

HELLO EVERYONE! I'm back and with a brand-new chapter of soul bound heroes! Sorry it took SO long for this to come out but I was busy making the prologue for my other story Paradis online and was still trying to fix my first chapter (something I have finally completed and highly recommend you check out to see what you think.) plus I have collage going on which has become a mess due to my computer being a dinosaur but I'll see where that catastrophe goes.

But yeah Maka, soul and Crona have just gotten the bombshell of their situation and are trying to comprehend it. Yet so far the heroes on the other hand are beginning to realize that there is something off about the trio. Leading to the detective call for some "help" to resolve this case and get some straight answers.

And also, if you're wondering who Eizo is, he's not an OC I assure you, for those who have read the My Hero Academia prequel spin-off "my hero academia: vigilantes" you should know Ezio is an important character who was around for All Might's debut six years ago. But for those who haven't read the spin-off manga...

SPOILERS...

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If you have read the manga, you'd know he was supposedly killed by one of all for one's top minion's back then known as number six. But from one of the panels seen he survived the assassination, so I've decided to bring him into this story but not unscathed.

Also, if you've read the recent chapters of my hero academia, specifically for the aftermath of the war arc, you should know that doctor Moshi is the name I gave for the clear as day Yoshi based doctor, we see talk to Aizawa and present mic in that chapter. A very fitting name for a side character based off the adorable green dinosaur we all know and love.

If only Yoshi didn't have to carry around a baby that sounded like a hundred banshee's screaming together in one ungodly orchestra.

Also, yes, that moogle segment is actually a legitimate fact in BHNA. Their world doesn't have google but instead 'moogle' a recent tidbit found in the chapters of the manga, and something I felt should be added.

And also, I think it's time to introduce a new feature I'm adding every new chapter for now on, that being review responses. That way I can respond to your reviews and clarify some questions you have in the story going forward.

Now then let's get on with it!

Yellowpikmin88: I'm so glad you love the story so far, it's great to hear it's this good! Also, it's too soon to say what's going to happen but you'll have to stay for the ride. Also, yeah, I too am a major Maka X Crona shipper and wish there were many more fics on this relationship, seriously it's criminal how there only a handful of good stories revolving around that ship.

BM33: don't worry I don't plan on abandoning nor EVER delete this story. There might be long waits for certain chapters but I'm here for the long haul.

Guest: trust me Maka, Crona, and Soul are gonna be in some shenanigans here and there, but While I can't answer your questions without spoiling anything it's all gonna come into place sooner or later.

Lastapplepie: No Crona, Soul, and Maka aren't going to be in some special class and why would I? Why would I write an entire class of OC's that'll never compare to the ones already presented to us? So, in the end there going to class 1-A, and if you're wondering how? Well...I'm gonna be cheating a bit but it'll work out.

Guest: It takes place ten months before Izuku came to U.A.

Darkrain4Eternity: glad you're loving it!

Battyfoox: thanks man!

The tower of pimps: yeah, I know, Crona is easily one of my favorite characters in Soul Eater and should be more involved in crossovers.

JoannaPycia: I'm happy you enjoyed the fight scenes!

Onishin Ksukitenshi: don't worry I've addressed the plot hole in the first chapter and I've made it more cryptic for them to understand. Also, the next chapter should address your other concern.

Darren: I haven't planned nor meant to make Maka weak by any means! She will kick plenty of ass but it's due to Maka and Soul needing to hold back against Mirko to prevent themselves from seriously hurting her.

Los: yeah, the ships will be handled at a certain pace. Though for Izuku I plan on having a relationship with a girl as well in this story. As who well your gonna have to wait and see.

Dmandog056: thanks for your criticism! You have no idea how useful it was, your review seriously helped me evolve my writing to better standards eventually so thanks for giving me my first review!

And for all the others thank you for your support and hope you enjoy future chapters in the future!

Next time: Eizo desperate for answers tries to wrap his mind around what he's just learned as with bizarre information coming to him, he is forced to call an old friend for help.

Maka, Crona and soul meanwhile try to comprehend what they themselves have learned as Crona reveals a secret that'll change everything. But will they handle the truth?

What did you guys think of me adding a character from "My Hero Academia: Vigilantes"? Do you like it, dislike it or think it's intriguing? Please share your opinion on it as I would definitely want to know how you thought of my decision to add him in.

Edit:I would like to mention this chapter was also revised by my friend Dmnadog056, he put a lot effort into helping smooth out this chapter, and you should check out his work it's pretty good!

So, please review, favorite and follow. And like last chapter feel absolutely free to suggest ideas or comment/critique about this chapter. That is as long as there's no haters/flames of course than it will be fine.

Hope you all are satisfied with this one and I'll see all in chapter 4!

Shados960 out!