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Twist of Fate

Chapter 2

Was it the smartest idea? Definitely not. Was it even an okay idea? No, it was an awful idea, especially for me, who was a full-grown adult in a kid's body. Meeting a person in real life who called herself The Bloody Princess over the internet raised so many red flags that even the dumbest of kids would understand how ridiculous of an idea it truly was. But here I was, sitting on a wooden bench in the park, where she said she'd be. Well, that's assuming she's the teenage girl she claimed to be, which now, sitting on the cold bench with few people around, I was starting to doubt, and I began to believe it might be someone much more malicious.

The park wasn't anything special—it had a small lake in the middle of it, surrounded by a path made of red stones. It had the same benches every 100 meters or so, though mine was in much worse condition, feeling completely unstable with two of the wooden planks missing.

As I was about to get up and leave, my eyes were suddenly covered by someone's hands. They were gentle and almost weak in strength, and I was sure this was finally the person.

"Surprise!" she yelled enthusiastically.

"You're late," I informed her as I pried her hands from my eyes and glanced at her. She had golden yellow eyes, which looked rather small because of the way she squinted at me. Her hair was a washed-up blonde hue and was put into two buns, with strands going wild in every direction. Furthermore, her hair had two long bangs at the opposite ends of her head that almost reached her shoulders. She wore a simple school uniform—a short black skirt and a long-sleeved shirt with a blue and white collar and a red scarf underneath.

"So what?" She said and tried to sit down, or at least she attempted to, but she fell on it with all her weight, and it collapsed. Then, she quickly picked herself up and introduced herself, "I'm the legendary Bloody Princess, named Toga Himiko!"

I sighed but also introduced myself, even though we both knew each other's names. "I'm Yamato Hikari."

As I stood up from the broken bench, I noticed that my blue jeans now had brown stains on them. Luckily, my white shirt remained clean.

Now that I was looking at her golden eyes again, I reminded myself of why it was such a bad idea, even if she was who she said she was. Firstly, I wanted to help her... Well, I'm a self-proclaimed hero; it's only natural that I'd want to do that. But I had virtually no plan as to how I would do that.

"So you have a quirk that allows you to become someone else..." I tried to start the conversation with the best I could think of. However, she didn't seem keen on talking about quirks.

"Yep. But let's not talk about that boring stuff; I'm here to have fun!" Himiko said to me. I wasn't sure what she meant by 'fun,' but I doubted it was anything I'd find enjoyable.

"Let's go!" she said, motioning for me to follow her. I had a bad feeling in my gut, though I already had one before we even started, so it couldn't be that bad, could it?

XxX

Well, it was pretty much what I expected. Now I knew why she wanted to meet at the park. We were in the midst of hunting a squirrel that was picking up nuts from the ground. Himiko was looking at it intensely, while slowly licking her lips.

"Go!" she shouted, and I, just as instructed, tried, or more accurately, pretended to catch the squirrel, covering the right side, while she covered the left. The plan was quite dumb to begin with, as the squirrel quickly scampered up a tree. However, she was quick enough and accurate with her throw, piercing through the little squirrel's body. It was a rather brutal sight.

"We've got it!" she said enthusiastically as she took a small bag, and when she pulled out her knife from the wood, the body fell right into it. Well, what was left of it.

It didn't seem very heroic to kill small squirrels, so instead, I had to come up with something to get out of here and help her find a new hobby.

"Don't you think it was a bit too brutal?" I said, and the girl just grimaced and shook her head. "Why do you even do this?" I asked, to which she stared blankly for a few seconds before letting out a small smile.

"Because I like it," she answered honestly.

I didn't think that my body getting stronger or Melissa providing me gear to boost my speed would help me save her. But a hero, at least in my understanding, is someone who helps in any way possible with little gain to themselves while risking their life. In order to be that kind of hero, I needed to figure something out, because it was only a matter of time until she did something very regrettable.

"What do your parents think of your 'hobby'?" I asked her as we started walking along the stony path.

She just raised her shoulders and once again answered honestly, "They hate it, just like they hate me."

A sigh escaped my lips, and I was completely at a loss. What could I do to help was... Nope. No idea came to my mind at all. The only hope I had was to go to the city instead, and walk mindlessly, asking her a question or two to try to figure out the situation.

It was evening already, and the air felt heavier than usual.

"So... what's your plan for the future?" I asked her, to which she placed her index finger on her chin.

"No idea," she answered. "What about you?"

Looking around, not noticing anyone close by, as I still felt a bit uncomfortable about saying it, I replied, "I'll try to be a hero."

"A hero without a quirk?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded, not bothering to answer a question I'd been asked a million times before. "You know, I already consider myself a hero!"

"If I could, I'd give you my quirk instead," she murmured so softly I could barely hear. Great, I had to deal with her self-hatred while still harboring self-doubt about my former self.

A plan, or rather an idea, was forming in my head. By no means was it any good, like most of my plans, but it could work. At the very least, I could guide her more accurately. Plus, she seemed lost in life with little support from her family.

"How about... you become my sidekick!" I suggested while awkwardly smiling. To add to my awkwardness, I kept scratching my black spiky hair, despite not feeling an itch.

She seemed to be genuinely considering it for a few seconds but still answered negatively, "Hmmm, being a hero does sound a bit boring... and I don't think I'd be fit for the job."

There wasn't any high requirement to be my sidekick, besides wanting to be my sidekick. "I'm quirkless. Most would say I'm not fit for the job, but the evidence would say otherwise," I said, starting to feel more confident in my words, even though they held only a little truth. The evidence... well, I had saved Melissa and a few other children from bullies. Not something a hero could brag about, but damn it, I'm still a hero.

She then started raising her legs, almost comically high, and quickened her pace to be in front. Then, she turned and announced, "Fine, The Great Bloody Princess will be joining..." I then realized that I still didn't have, nor could I think of, a hero name.

"I'm not an official hero," I admitted, to which she let out a genuine laugh.

"Like I couldn't tell! All the hero organizations are scum," she said, leaving me unsure of how to react. Well, it was a compliment to me, at least.

Running through random words in my head, I tried to think of a good nickname. My hair was black and spiky... very plain. My face... also plain, with hazel eyes and a short nose. Maybe something from my previous life would fit, but I didn't want to associate with that me anymore.

"I don't have a hero name. Yet," I finally answered. Nothing good was coming to mind.

She then placed her hands on her shoulders and said, "That's very lame. But fine, I'm joining you anyway. With one condition, though!" Seeing me raise my eyebrow, she continued, "I get to give you your hero name!"

I nodded, not really caring about what my hero name would be. Who cares, as long as I get to save people?

"So, how about we be heroes tonight!" she suggested, to which I thought about my options. My mom would probably not like the idea of it, but it sounded nice enough to finally do some hero work. Though with that, another problem arose. Hero work is illegal without a hero license, and we had no proper costumes.

I gave it some thought before deciding that being a hero is all about taking risks, so why not take this one?

"Let's go!" I swore, more to myself than to her.

XxX

At least I got a reality check that night. It was already midnight, and all we had done for the past few hours was wander around the neighborhood with the girl asking or saying something terrifying. I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect some big explosions, where I would go and save the day.

We saw a few heroes every now and then, at whom Himiko stuck her tongue out behind their backs. Was it wrong to hope that something would go wrong in the city? Most definitely, but I couldn't help myself.

"Hmmmmmm," Himiko hummed as she picked her ice cream. "That one!" she said upon noticing one called 'Bloody Volcano.' It was far too overpriced, and it just seemed like a regular strawberry ice cream inside a round waffle. I wasn't in the mood to eat. Well, I was, but she didn't bring any money, so I had to pay for her, and I wasn't in the mood to walk instead of riding a bus to my destination.

She placed half of the ice cream inside her mouth in an instant, with most of it going around her lips, completely missing the mark. I swear to god I won't be getting anyone insane to join my newly formed hero club. Not sure what to call it yet, if I had to be honest, but this will have to do.

We walked in peaceful silence, a welcome change in my opinion. Though, as she finished her ice cream, she asked a question that seemed to be on her mind for a long time, "So if you don't have a quirk... how are you going to save people?"

A good question. "It's a work in progress," I responded as I flexed my arm's muscles for her. "I'm training myself, and my friend will, hopefully, give me some tech to help me out."

"So, you do have more sidekicks!" she answered excitedly, but I couldn't understand why.

I finally grinned at the prospect of my heroism. "Her name is Melissa. She was the first person I saved in this body—" my words slipped, as they sometimes do. Luckily, nobody in this world could ever know that I'm from another world, so I doubt anyone thought much about my slip.

As she hummed, probably thinking of another question to ask about my 'hero club,' a gunshot rang out, followed by a scream, about a mile ahead. Hopefully, next time something bad happens, I won't feel such absurd excitement.

"Finally—! I mean, let's see who can get there the quickest," I said and instantly corrected myself, at which a notably large smile appeared on the girl's face, and she nodded.

Before her, I was confident I could beat most of my age group in a race. However, she brushed through the streets like it was nothing.

We both started at the same time, running roughly north, but she outpaced me quickly. We ran and reached a dead-end, so we turned to the right, where there was a huge metal fence. Himiko quickly bounced off the wall, and without even touching the fence, got to the ground. "Hurry up!" she said playfully, not taking this all too seriously.

I leaped as high as I could, my right hand grabbing the top of the fence, which stood at about 8 feet tall. I pulled myself up to the top and executed a backflip at the end, trying to at least look cooler than what she did.

We both continued running, with Toga clearly holding back her speed, but nonetheless, we covered the distance in no time. We probably wouldn't have made it because it would have been rather difficult to locate the target. But luckily, or unluckily for the girl, she screamed a few times after that.

"Here!" Himiko said, gesturing to her right towards a dark alleyway. It was incredibly dark, with two tall apartment buildings towering over it, blocking out the sunlight.

I stopped her in her tracks and covered her mouth to prevent her from making any loud sounds. I peeked just a bit around the corner and spotted a man holding a revolver, pointing it towards the sky while gripping the overweight woman's collar with his left hand. Near her lay a middle-aged man, apparently dead from a gunshot wound.

"Maybe it's a bit too much for us," I whispered as quietly as I possibly could. Himiko finally broke free from my grip and got awkwardly close to my face.

"I thought it would be fun to be your sidekick. But if you're just a chicken, I don't want to be a part of your team," she snarled, holding her head as high as possible, probably trying to show how offended she was. It made me chuckle inwardly a bit at how over the top she was acting.

"Fine, fine," I said, looking at her knife that she now held. "If you can hit the revolver with your knife, I could possibly attack and succeed. If you don't, we back away," I instructed, at which Himiko happily nodded.

"Wait, can't I just hit him in the neck and kill him?" she asked extremely casually, despite the fact that she was talking about someone's life. He was a murderer, but still. It would also get us in a lot of trouble, as the police would undoubtedly start searching for us to find out everything. But if we knocked him out... then there was the woman who could possibly snitch on us.

I took another look at the scene. The man was searching the woman's purse, while she seemed to be crying, her mouth now taped shut. Being a hero without a license was dangerous territory, especially at a time like this.

Then, a not-so-heroic idea came to my mind. "Could you... also hit the woman with the back handle of your other knife?" I said, and she pulled out a knife I knew she was carrying. I wouldn't be surprised if she carried even more under her school uniform.

"Of course, Boss," she answered. I didn't know how I felt about other people calling me "boss."

I nodded, and she quickly got into position to do that. My half-assed plan was in action — she threw one of her knives, hitting the woman on the head first, and the other knocked the gun out of the criminal's hand.

"The hell—" the man, whose face was covered by a black mask, shouted, yet couldn't finish the sentence as I quickly launched and delivered a punch right to his face, probably knocking out a tooth or two.

Blood started pouring from his mouth, and as I thought, two teeth fell on the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he said loudly as he pulled a knife seemingly out of his pants and lunged at me. Luckily, the two years of intense training paid off! I moved my head back but shifted my body to the right, the knife just barely missing my head and only slicing a bit of my hair. I then followed up with a right hook to his stomach, making him cough and gasp for breath.

In good conscience, I couldn't let the murderer get away with just that. I could've easily detained him, but I couldn't help myself. I grabbed him by the collar and started delivering punches to his ugly face until he went unconscious.

"So you are quite competent," the blonde girl said as she girlishly jumped up and down in front of me. "Can I have… a bit of that?" she asked me, and only then did I notice the puddle of blood forming around me from the man's face. Probably I had gone a bit too far.

"S-sure," I said as she started pouring the blood into some sort of glass tube. She had written about her quirk, so I knew it would be useful for her, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that this was wrong. Her smile stretching to absurd heights also didn't help.

Now, all that was left was to get out of here unnoticed. And… oh, right. The criminal would know my face. A thought of killing him emerged in my head but quickly evaporated when I looked at the wrinkles around the man's eyes that weren't covered by his mask.

"What will you do with him?" she said happily as she looked at her samples of blood.

"He might become trouble if he talks about how I looked to the police… but what more can we do—" before my words could finish, Himiko placed her knife on the man's neck, instantly cutting through and reaching the other side of his neck. The neck seemingly exploded in blood, spraying in every possible direction and making both of our clothes bloody.

I was at a loss for words. The weird part about it was that I didn't feel anger at her for just killing a man. Instead, I felt stress. This created a lot more problems than we needed.

I quickly took Himiko's hand without wasting a breath on talking and started running, then I stretched out my hand, pulling her back into the alley.

"You should probably transform…" I suggested, and she did just that. She seemingly became some sort of thick brown sludge and quickly transformed into the man, still wearing his clothes, minus the blood.

I didn't have that option, so I took off my white t-shirt and threw it in the trash, then picked it up again, realizing that leaving evidence of me being here all bloodied wasn't that great of an idea. I rolled it up in a way that only the non-bloodied parts were visible. As for my blue jeans, I noticed that the upper part wasn't all that bloodied, so I took them off and used Himiko's knife to cut it. It looked awful, and my parents wouldn't be too happy, but it was the least of my concerns.

XxX

It was now early in the morning as I led Himiko back to her home. I had a few messages from Mom, who surprisingly wasn't all that worried that I had apparently spent the whole night with some random person from the internet.

"That was fun! I hope we get to do more stuff like that," the blonde said as she played with her knife, twirling and spinning it around her fingers.

"I hope the woman is alright," I muttered, feeling that it was a somewhat failed hero mission.

"When is our next hero patrol, Hikari?" she said as we approached her house's red brick fence.

I pondered for a second before coming up with a rough, not very well-thought-out idea. "We could meet in a week when Melissa visits me from America," I suggested.

"Great!" she beamed with a smile and squinted her eyes a bit. I couldn't quite say it was pleasant, but it wasn't as terrifying as her face was when she killed the squirrel.

"I'll send you the address," I said as we parted ways, raising my right hand in the air as a way to say goodbye. Surprisingly, I didn't feel tired at all, mostly due to the lingering adrenaline in my blood.

Hopefully, the next few days would be more normal because I certainly didn't feel like a hero at all that day.

This almost wrote itself with how quickly I wrote it. Hopefully, Toga felt in character as I did my best to do her justice.

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