I don´t own Pokemon or My Hero Academia. Pokemon belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo. MHA belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. This is just an idea that won´t leave my brain alone. First fanfic ever so please be gentle with the criticism. Trolls refrain from trolling please. If someone doesn´t like the story, it´s ok, no need to insult.

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In a world filled with superpowers, people tended to overlook the obvious. In a world filled with superheros, people tended to ignore others. Izumi knew it. Her entire childhood adults would ignore the obvious signs of abuse on her body. The burns and scratches on her arms and legs, sometimes even her face. Her hunched form, how she tried to make herself smaller, how she barely spoke in front of others, how she shrinked on herself whenever one of her bullies was around. They pretended to not see it. Sometimes because they didn't want to get involved. Most times to not punish her bullies.

Izumi was used to being ignored. It meant her bullies weren't hurting her. It meant people weren't mocking her and pointing at her. It meant people weren't feeling pity for her.

And now being ignored helped. It helped her and her young charge. Because being ignored means not paying attention to them. It means no sudden calls to the police or to a hero. It means a lesser chance for her pursuers to find them.

"Are you tired imouto? Tell me if you need Sir Plushy, ok"

Her young charge looked at her and nodded. Izumi rubbed her head and kissed her forehead. She subtly checked her horn's size and made sure her beanie covered it. A woman sitting in front of them smiled at their sisterly display. Izumi smiled back and looked around. No one suspicious. For now they haven't been discovered.

It had barely been five days since they had crossed paths. Izumi had been standing in an alley, confused and lost when a small shape collided with her. The impact had been so abrupt that they both had fallen to the ground. When she saw who was above her she froze. A little girl, no older than 9 years old, covered in bandages and clothes that looked more like rags. She was shaking, her eyes were wide open in fear. She just repeated: help me.

When a man's voice started to yell her name, she froze. Two men, with bird-like masks covering their faces appeared. Izumi didn't knew who they were, who the girl was or what they wanted. She didn't even knew where she was. But she knew one thing. That girl was in danger. She needed someone to protect her, to save her.

Izumi hadn't wasted time. A good punch to the base of the stomach and a roundhouse kick to the head knocked them out.

She couldn't call the police. Not yet. Not until she knew where exactly she was. And she couldn't leave the girl alone. And she couldn't leave those creeps in the street, they could give her description to their friends.

So she made a quick plan. First step: tie those masked creeps and leave a note on their chest that made it look as if they were dangerous criminals (haha). Second step: convince the girl to come with her. Third step: find money and a laptop.

Fortunately her plan went smoothly. Duck tape was amazing and her new friend was too willing to go with her. Izumi's tears flowed when she hugged her so tightly and silently asked to be held. Finding money wasn't difficult, a simple pawn shop gave her enough to buy some clothes for little Eri, dye a new laptop.

After that she found a wi-fi signal and searched the net. Her suspicions were confirmed quickly. She was in Japan. She was home. And that opened another can of problems.

As far as she knew she was probably listed as dead ever since the incident. Probing who she was would be difficult at first. And she had others to protect. They could take them from her.

It was dark, Eri was sleeping at her side and Izumi was trying to figure out how to approach the authorities about their situation. That's when she saw the date on her new laptop. An old memory came to her mind and she opened a new search. What she found made her grin. A new plan was made. A way to make themselves known and for the government to not shuffle them under the curtain.

A hand grabbed hers and pulled. Eri stared at her. Red eyes stared at green eyes. Izumi had both of them dye their hair black and gave Eri her beanie to cover her horn. New clothes and Eri didn't look like a starved orphan but like a common little girl.

Eri just hugged her and closed her eyes. Izumi checked the map of the train system and spoke:

"Two more stations and then we will have to walk. It won't be long imouto"

Eri just nodded.

A group of men entered their wagon. Their bird masks betrayed their identities.

'Their boss's impatience is clearly showing' she thought. Five men in broad daylight in front of a train filled with witnesses? He was done being subtle. Which was fine with Izumi.

"Eri" she whispered "Grab Sir Plushy and get ready to run. He will protect you until its safe"

Eri trembled. She didn't want to leave. But she understood the plan. And she knew and trusted Ser Plushy.

"Izu-nee… please be careful. I don't want you to get hurt" she begged her. Izumi looked at her eyes.

"I promise you Eri, that after today, nobody will ever hurt you"

She rubbed her head again and smiled. Then she went straight to the men and blocked their path. As long as she didn't show any type of aggression they could do nothing. Because this was a game of patience and strategy. Whoever attacked first would lose the first battle.

The men were anxious, they wanted to finish their job. If they were alone they would have already pushed her aside and grabbed Eri. But there were witnesses. Witnesses that would tell the police and the heroes and the media how a group of grown men had assaulted an innocent teenager and her little sister. And that brings attention.

They just needed a little push. She leaned closer to the leader, not by much, just enough so they could hear her.

"Are we going to be standing all day or are we going to fight boys"

The last man couldn't handle it. A simple grunt, with a powerful quirk or at least useful enough to be part of this operation. But he didn't have the patience of a veteran. When he saw how Eri was running towards the next wagon he extended his right arm and webs were sprayed from his fingertips.

Izumi didn't waste time. She grabbed the leader and shoved him towards the webs. The people around the wagon started to scream and run. In the confusion Izumi ran at the group and kicked them so hard they fell against each other. Then she ran towards the exit.

There was still one more station before their destiny, but they had no more choice. She left the train and went for Eri. As long as Erinhad Sir Plushy, Izumi would always find her.

She found her in the city, in front of an alley. Eri's hand was wrapped around Ser Plushy's ball and she was staring at a man.

He was tall, with black hair, dark eyes, a fur coat covering his body and a bird mask around his nose and mouth. Eri was frozen in front of him. She knew who he was just for her reaction.

"Eri" Izumi's voice startled her "No matter what, he won't hurt you again. I won't let him"

"You won't let me? That's so arrogant. Like those heros. Another soul infected with that disease" he put gloves on his hands. Eri startled at that. She started to move towards him.

"Eri" she stopped "Remember what I told you when I went to grab our supplies?"

Eri stopped. Her hand tightened around the ball in her hands. The man's eyes narrowed.

"T-this ball has a special friend of mine called Sir Plushy. If you call him, he will protect you. No matter what" Eri pronounced Izumi 's promise.

"Eri, stop wasting time. Come here. Now"

"You don't have to obey him, Eri. Men like him that threaten others into obedience, its because they are weak and bullies"

Eri didn't move. Her hands were still around the ball. She turned her head and looked at Izumi. Her eyes were shining with tears and fear, but they also had hope. Hope for a better life, for a future with smiles and apple slices and hugs. And hope brings strength even in the darkest times.

Eri pointed the ball against the man and spoke:

"Sir Plushy, please, protect Izumi nee-chan and I"

A red light emerged from the ball, first as a ray and then as a humanoid shape. Finally a figure appeared.

It was tall, masculine, its arms, head and torso were green while its waist and legs white. It had no fingers, each elbow had a long blade and there was a sharp crest on top of its head.

The man just stared in shock at the creature. Eri looked in awe. Izumi grinned.

"Gallade, take Eri and run!"

Gallade nodded, grabbed Eri and teleported back to the old warehouse both girls had slept their first night.

"If you're wondering where they are, then don't waste time, '' she told the man "Gallade can teleport to anywhere he has been already. Right now they could be anywhere. And you're going to be very busy"

"Oh? And with what I'm supposed to be busy?"

"Me"