The Erasure's Daughter 21

Shouta slinked through the crowd undetected, due to his long locks and constant bedraggled appearance he could pass off as homeless. It was a technique picked up more by design and less than anything else; no-one looked twice at him.

He ended up outside a nearly derelict five story maisonette stroke flats. As he looked at them, he momentarily saw a much younger version of himself scaling the building using a prototype of what would become his binding cloth. On the balcony of the third floor, was the man he wanted to see.

Robert DuBois, Bloodsport, leant against the balcony with a cigar in hand. "Shouta."

"Robert." With that Aizawa was already moving. With fifteen years of usage what had been a struggling exercise was now child's play and soon enough the Erasure Hero was on the same balcony.

"You've improved. It's good to see you." The former villain commented, handing out his hand. Aizawa smirked and grabbed the man's forearm, getting a grin from the villain.

"What makes you need to contact me after fifteen years?"

Robert let out a spluttering cough that rocked his muscled frame, Aizawa noted the blood. "Information, gift giving and catching up…come, come." With that DuBois led Aizawa into the apartment.

"Father, I thought you had given up smoking, that's going to ruin what's left of your life." A woman, in her late fifties, stated, with an equally old Rat on her shoulder.

"Cleo, my body is breaking down on me, our time in the Task Force did more harm to me than smoking. I do appreciate the concern."

Aizawa took the time to look Cleo over "You must be the Ratcatcher II."

"Formerly, I was Ratcatcher II, same as Bloodsport. You must be Aizawa Shouta, Eraserhead, a hero…" There was an underlying joking tone in her voice.

"Villains training heroes. That's certainly poetic." She commented before heading into the kitchen and returning with a pot of tea.

Robert sat down in an armchair, that sagged slightly. "There's a new or old villain on the rise, just because I've retired doesn't mean I've not lost my contacts. Anyway, The Colonel contacted me, some old villain elements of the US and the UK are flocking to a chap by the name of Shigaraki. Apparently he's one of the oldest villains still alive, he was known for his 'creations' bio-engineered super-meta-humans with more powers than they know what to do with but brain dead servants. Detenerat, isn't what it seems to be if you remember Destro's manuscript…".

Aizawa paused, the memories of the Nomu resurfaced. "Bioengineered super-meta-humans…I think I saw one…"

"Blue, about 9ft, exposed brain and mountain of muscle. That's one of them." Robert chuckled mirthlessly "The Devil take Waller and Greeves to the pit for what they did, even now Project Jotunheim is causing problems."

"Project Jotunheim?"

Cleo shuddered, her Portuguese accent thickening "A secret Nazi Scientific Research Base in Corto Maltese, Task Force X were tasked to destroy it…we did what we needed to but…"

"We suspect Waller hacked my mainframe and passed on the information to someone. Now they're back, we received invitations to help bring this Heroic Society to its knees. We managed to dissuade the recruiter that we're not interested. Heroes vs Villains isn't a job for the old, it's a young person's game." Robert finished before nodding to Cleo.

Cleo got up and headed to a bookcase towards the back of the room behind Dubois's chair and opened it, vanished and returned five minutes later with two dusty travelling trunks connected by

cables. "Papa, you're sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

Aizawa stared "You're giving me your equipment?"

"Yeah. I want mine to go to Hailey Aizawa-Potter…I'm not blind, I know who she is because the UK are going to attempt to take her, I'm giving her the chance to say no…violently if necessary."

Aizawa nodded "Thanks."

"Don't thank us. The bad old times are coming and I want as many innocents to survive and I don't want to see your daughter die because of bureaucracy."

(Hailey et al.)

Hailey looked at Mineta and Denki with slitted eyes "What were the pair of you thinking? Do you even think? Trying to persuade Midoriya into letting you two peep on us using his own good will?"

Kaminari had the decency to look despondent "I apologise, Aizawa…My motives whilst similar to Mineta, were completely different. I wanted Midoriya to get us together so I could spend time with my friends, at least I consider you my friends…Besides, would you believe me after that cheerleading stunt? I did that as nothing more than a joke and I apologise for that."

Jiro paused, she and Hailey did consider the electric-teen a friend, her earjacks rose slightly and pointed at him "You...do have a point." She turned on Mineta who quailed at her look.

"You should be grateful! You should be thanking me! I worship…"

"You mean to peep and break the privacy of those of the 'so called' fairer sex." Todoroki interjected with a glacial tone that barely quelled the flame of rage as he turned on the smallest member of the class.

"Why does that…" Mineta tried to retort.

"You worthless creep and purple excrement...I ought to kill you for attempting to tarnish this schools reputation." Growled Bakugo, explosions rippling across his arms "You're no hero, you're just a worthless petty piece of garbage who should be swapped for Caterpillar 2.0."

"If I'm a piece of excrement then what are you Bombugo? Ye who hath a shorter temper than a Boar?" Mocked Mineta.

Bakugo's response was unrecordable as he howled like a rabid animal and launched himself at the Grape Haired student only to be disrupted and knocked off course by visible soundwaves. "Yo! Listeners! What's got all of you smooth jazzers going off on one another like free-style rappers? Present Mic's in the House of Heroics." Mic declared achieving tranquility amongst the nearly brawling twenty-odd hero students. His eyes, normally covered by orange triangular glasses revealing hardened green and yellow eyes. Gone was his normal biker look, wearing a pair of flared jeans and a crumpled dark blue shirt.

"Papa…Minoru Mineta was caught by Sero, trying to spy on us whilst we were changing."

Mic's eyes hardened "This…is not the first time that this has been brought to the staff's attention. The Four 'W's' please Yaoyorozu?"

"When: Mineta and Denki asked Midoriya to get permission for the swimming pool. Why: Midoriya is by for all intents and purposes the most likely student to get permission for is and no offence Midoriya 'almost goody-two shoes' nature. Who: Mineta and Denki although Denki's reasoning is sound, we know his friendship with Mineta. Where: Today, as it is decent day. How: I suspect that Mineta's balls are on the wall somewhere near the windows of the females changing rooms."

Mic nodded "All of you, I want sixty pushups and situps done before you start swimming…Mineta, get changed and remain precisely where you are, you had best hope that Yaoyorozu is incorrect in her statements otherwise you WILL be expelled." Let it not be unspoken that for all of Present Mic's laidback attitude he cared a great deal for his students especially the female students. They had a rough enough time with the main professional heroes, pro-ranking that is, being Ryuko and Mirko and other heroes such as Uwabami and Mount Lady, the less said about Midnight the better. "Female Heroes in training do need more inspiration." The Voice Hero thought, as he rounded the changing rooms, more a building, on the female side and true to Yaoyorozu's statements; just about to peel off were several purple orbs.

Mic pulled out his work phone, connected to a private network created by the Principle and linked to all the teachers, and took photos of the evidence. The response was rapid, it was Nezu, the response was simple it said 'I'll file the paperwork Monday. I'll fill it out now. Hailey will take his place.'

Mic smiled and put the phone away, he'd leave the news to Shouta. He turned back to his charges "Right then...let's get your swimming up to speed; those of you who are going to become rescue specialists are going to need this more than others; but swimming isn't just a tool for heroes it's a wonderful way to keep yourself in shape. Now the first butterfly."

Five hours later, tired and exhausted, Hailey and Kyoka returned to where they were staying, and lying in the hallway were two trunks with a very sullen looking Aizawa. "Dad…?"

The Erasure hero looked at his daughter "A former teacher of mine and his daughter, gave me their stuff."

Kyoka raised her eyebrow as Hailey paled "You can't mean…"

Aizawa nodded "Bloodsport and the Ratcatcher...they also informed me that something is about to happen."

Kyoka cocked her head "Just who are Bloodsport and Ratcatcher?"