Recently I re-read the story I posted when I was younger… it is thoroughly disappointing and un-satisfying to read as such I've made a slightly better version, still pretty bad but eh. Still an AU where Saitama never did anything in the story and Genos is dead. This is following the knowledge I had when I only watched the first season so no crazy god acts from Blast or anything. OPM is owned by ONE. Honestly not sure if I did any better... oh well
There was a brilliant bright light, like slivers of white spiraling forth through the already overwhelming surge of light blue. The swirling colors collected into a orb the size of a pebble on Blast's hand before suddenly it reached its magnum opus and shot forth, soon more and more energy gathered around it. Beams from the more technical heroes and even Tatsumaki joined her powers into this attack. The entire world seemed to go still, the seemingly endless hallway of pillars that accented the throne in the center of the room found itself being pulled into this light. Faintly I could hear Blast scream a war cry out as he put his, no not his, everyone's all into this final gambit. And then just like that it rocketed forth, the wrecked and tattered remnants of the room being pulled up from the ground as this title wave of power shot from Blast towards the Dominator of the Universe.
My old eyes widened as I glanced away from the blinding energy. It was far too bright for me to see anything of use anyway. And I couldn't hear much either; the cacophony of noise prevented anything understandable from being heard. No doubt my head injury further made trying to perceive this pointless. If I couldn't see the fight I might as well see how all the rest of the S-class are withstanding. After a few milliseconds of observing I could say for certain, not good. The many heroes who had once been beacons of hope all were strewn about the room, some collapsed on the ground or thrown against walls where they lay unconscious. Atomic Samurai's blade lays shattered across the floor, chunks of every one of drive knight's forms lays scattered on the arena, and blood smears painted the arena red. The rest were, like I, in states of injury. Tatsumaki still floated but her glow was weak and blood seeped from her head. Her hair was out of her eyes only because the blood and sweat had coagulated holding it up. Aside from her, me, flashy flash, drive knight, and of course Blast the group was beaten unconscious. Which was the most confusing thing about this entire fight.
An hour ago a ship defended upon City A while the S-class held a meeting… now all that is left is smoldering ruins and the black tombstone of a hero association building towering over the corpses. And yet the alien- Boros I recall- never killed any of us, only throwing us aside. Maybe it was some type of mind game to make beating us easier, not that he needed it. Or perhaps it was a way to prove to this world he is what he says, the Dominator of the Universe. In fac- the area growing darker suddenly broke me from my thoughts and I dared to look back at the monster that did all this. My breath caught in my throat and my heart dropped in my chest, limply my hand fell to my side no longer clasping at my dismembered arm. Even with all of humanity's last ditch efforts, even with the sheer might of Blast and Tatsumaki, even after the entire world seemed to stand still and the gravity of the ship seemed to tilt under this attack's power… He. Still. Stood. It seemed impossible, even to me Bang the old man. I'd seen many many things in my life, but for him to take that attack, and to keep coming? It felt like the entire universe turned against us, for anyone - no anything! - to be that strong felt unjust. Boros, Dominator of the Universe, he who toppled the S-class heroes and more, stood there. His armor cracked along the front, top to bottom. Shards and flakes of gold fell from this crack but the armor refused to give, the alien only looked… wistful. Wistful as Blast crumpled, he put his very life into the attack. Wistful as Tatsumaki cried out in rage and mourning. I could feel a warbling cry try to tear itself free from my throat but nothing came forth. All hope was lost…
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POV change!
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The brilliant light started to fade, and as it did so did my smirk. No. No. NO FUCKING WAY! I put all I had left into that attack! Blast out everything he had into that attack! I could pull meteors from the vacuum of space that could a FRACTION of what that just did and he survived it! No, not survived he walked it off, it didn't even seem to hurt him at all.
The last remnants of my ego flicked away, like my telekinetic power as I fell to the ground. My feet lightly touched the warped and mutilated metal beneath me before they crumpled and my knees roughly hit the cold floor. Almost syncing with Blast hitting the ground. A quiet thump echoing throughout the large ship. That was it, a small tump, not even louder than a rock doing the same, and yet - Yet it seemed so much louder in my head, louder than even my screams that came from instinct or the sound of Boros's armor cracking. The last testament to human will power, the greatest hero, the savior of mankind (and me I silently tagged on) is dead. And with him, humanity will be erased.
The silence was finally broken by a quiet, yet respecting voice. "Blast, humanity's hero… you were truly amazing…" the deep and almost mourning voice of the Alien echoed out as he stepped forward. His hand raised. "But not enough, goodbye hero" his hand streaked down to hit Bang, the nearest still conscious hero. And everything in me screamed, I tried desperately to do something. To do ANYTHING! And yet nothing happened, I could only watch helplessly as Bang would be reduced to nothing. Suddenly tears stung at my eyes and I felt another strained cry try to leave me, the old man was going to die… but that's when it happened. Through my blurry tear stained vision there was a flash of yellow, and white. There for less than a moment but with it Bang vanished.
"Hey now, you can't be killing old people! Respect your elders damn it!" A young voice echoed out, and while the words were humorous the tone was not. And a cold chill tingled up my back as a veritable hurricane of wind rushed past me. And then a cloud of dust formed around Boros. It didn't last long before the purple alien in gold armor shot out of it moving nearly as fast as flashy flash does, or rather did before Boros took his leg. And there he was the dominant monster who crushed the entire S-class. In a crater in one of the pillars his golden armor lay shattered at his feet… a beat of silence filled the room. What. The. Fuck? It seems I wasn't the only one confused, the alien himself spoke.
"My armor, the armor designed to withhold my irresistible power… is broken?" He sounded confused and a little excited. A little to confused almost as much as me, or he would be if I wasn't fucking PISSED. SEAL HIS POWER!?! BLAST AND I GOING ALL OUT WASN'T EVEN ENOUGH FOR HIS FULL POWER? But before I could continue my completely valid righteous indignation and totally not a temper tantrum another voice spoke back. Equally confused and excited but also angry. "You're pretty strong, no one has ever survived a hit from me before…" my head swiveled to the source, a bald man? About average height, average build, bald as can be and wearing the most disgustingly bright yellow outfit I'd ever seen, a smooth white cape flowing behind it and red gloves and boots adorned to pull the whole thing together. Who the hell is this punk? I've seen some bad outfits as a hero, believe me but this? This guy just hit the dominator of the universe harder than Blast did and he's wearing some kid show superhero outfit? What the fuck. Like seriously, I'm bleeding to death an- my thoughts got cut short as the two engaged. And by engaged I mean BROKE THE ENTIRE SHIP! Flashes of light flickered around the arena and entire sections of this ship were exploding, this ship that was so ridiculously hard mind you that the S-class had trouble breaking into it. And suddenly it stopped, and an arm made a gelatin-like splop sound as it slapped into the floor. An alien arm, I felt a righteous and uplifting sense of euphoria and hope fill me. Enough so that I forced myself to stand my eyes wide, the man in the yellow jumpsuit didn't look so silly anymore and his cape fluttered behind him dramatically. So cool. The alien was crippled and while the man looked dusty he didn't look injured! We could win!
"Remarkable, truly… tell me what is your name…" the voice of the monster filled the room, pain seemingly irrelevant despite it missing an arm. Eagerly I leaned forward to hear. I wanted, no, I NEEDED to know.
"Saitama, I am a hero" the man responded simply. And the alien smirked, no he downright grinned. And his joy carried over into his next sentence "Saitama the hero!" And like that they were off again blurring faster than light could keep up with and my eyes strained to follow. Explosions echoed through the area before finally a beam of light filled the room. I looked up expecting lasers or beams or something instead all I saw was a hole in the roof. … less then a minute later this light filled the area and Boros became a star, a black orb of lightning that consumed everything in its path. Even from my limited viewpoint I could see the top of the ship MELTING from the beast's attacks and speed, entire chunks flung away or turned into slag from their blows. I couldn't see them now, they moved too fast for me to keep up, the air itself igniting from their speed… or something, I'm an esper not a scientist.
Then out of nowhere they appeared. The alien had his knee slammed straight into Saitama's stomach and then with a cracking sound like lightning mixed with a sonic boom, the hero was gone. Vaguely I could see a huge shockwave of dust hit the moon… HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE HIT THE MOON! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WHAT THE SHIT IN THE GODDAMN! AND IS THAT IT'S ARM? IT FUCKING REGENERATES TOO? HOW IN THE FUCK IS THAT FAIR! AND- an explosion interrupted my thoughts and the ship tilted. Not just rocked, no it tilted, and the hero was standing there… "I made it back…"
Even the alien seemed at a loss for words, so instead he simply charged forward, screaming about going all out. Not that it mattered, a single blow reduced him to shreds of flesh and gore. The wind force from that blow knocked me back to my ass even from way down here. He. He killed it? Oh, no it just. It came back? What? That's… not how that works? Where how, huh? Did it just CREATE mass?
"ILL BLOW YOU AND YOUR WHOLE PLANET STRAIGHT TO HELL, ROARING CANNON, COLLAPSING STAR!" And the sky was gone. Yellow, blue, white, red. Colors I can't describe lit the sky like a divine retribution streaking forth at the hero. The entire universe seemed to be set alight from this. And all my thoughts stopped. It was beautiful, so intrinsic and powerful while also exotic and unique. Nothing I had ever seen came close, no words could describe it. It was like staring death in the eyes but knowing it was inevitable. But if this beam was a supernova then what followed must have been the Big Bang. I didn't hear what the hero muttered but I caught sight of his fist. He punched a star. Like genuinely punched a world ending attack. And the infinite omnipotent light show, the one that would apparently 'blow the whole world straight to hell' split. And that was it. I could faintly hear words but only caught the last few as the adrenaline of the day wore off and I collapsed… "you didn't even try. Saitama the hero"