Sorry about the lack of holiday chapters this year guys but I've come to realize something.
If I try to force myself to put out a holiday chapter, not only will I stress myself out, but also the content is likely to be subpar, and I don't want that.
If I have an idea for a holiday chapter, I'll write but otherwise, I think everyone is better off without them.
Anyway, onto the story.
The sounds of heavy footsteps in the rain, rang out for a back ally in the city, as a large figure, almost ten feet tall, ran through.
Whoever they were, it was obvious to anyone that just so much as glanced at her that she was dangerous. Even under the cloak, one could see their long purply scaly tale, with a spearhead-like point at its end. Their feet were bear, mostly human-like, but covered in purple scales, and their black talons for nails.
They ran through the back alley, and into an empty street.
Suddenly, a spotlight came down on them, from a police helicopter flying above.
"Freeze! Kaza Zuko you are under arrest!" Shouted the Policeman using a megaphone.
Suddenly, police cars came rolling in from both sides of the street, blocking her from going either way.
"Shit!" She swore as she went running back into the ally behind her, only to find Crust there at the other side of the alley.
"Young lady, please surrender, I don't wish to hurt you." Crust told her.
"Grrrrrrrr!" The girl growled through her fanged teeth.
She heard the clicks of guns behind her, and looked over her shoulder, to find a small army of policemen with their guns trained on her.
She paused for a second, before slowly raising her hands. "Alright alright, I give up. Fuckers."
"Good choice." Crust said.
More policemen came towards her, holding enhanced cuffs, that would be able to restrain even someone of her caliber.
And as they got close, she grinned.
She spat out a massive fireball from her mouth at the ground causing it to explode, sending everyone but Crust who used his quirk at the last second to protect himself, flying, and covering the entire area in steam.
"Crap! I can't see!"
"Get the villain in sight now!"
Meanwhile, under the cover of the steam, Kaza threw up her cloak, revealing her large purple wings.
She flapped her wings, and took to the sky, creating a large gust of wind as she flew out of the steam.
"Found her! She's flying away!" The Helicopter pilot managed to spot her flying away and took chase.
"Tch, bastards," Kaza swore as she saw the Helicopter in pursuit before she got an idea that made her grin ear to ear. "Let's give them a scare."
Instead of continuing to fly away, she turned around and started flying toward them.
"What the hell is she doing?!" The pilot asked fearfully, as the girl got closer and closer. "Get away damn it-ahhhhhhhh!"
Suddenly Kaza landed on the front window and clung onto the helicopter using her claws. "RAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She roared intensely and used her tail to punch right through the glass, cutting the pilot's cheek, and skewering his headrest.
Kaza then launched off the helicopter and flew away, watching amused as it struggled to sustain flight, as its pilot, was thoroughly shaken.
KABOOM!
"AGH!" Kaza cried, as she was struck in the back by a high-powered rocket, causing her to fall out of the air, and onto the hard streets below.
"Got her!" Called out the hero who shot her, ManZuka. "Everyone get her n-huh?"
Suddenly, another smoke screen exploded, covering the area in smoke once more.
"Shit! She made more smoke! Don't let her fly away! Cover all ground exits!" ManZuka said as he looked around to see if she would try to fly away again.
But there were no signs of her flying away, and when the smoke eventually dissipated, Kaza had vanished completely.
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On the outskirts of the city, was a young man, standing over a grave in a cemetery.
He wore a ragged cloak, some worn-down jeans, and a plain white t-shirt He also carried a sheathed sword on his side. He had long black hair that went down the back of his neck, and vibrant green eyes that stared down at the grave.
The grave read Sakura and Hitachi Sosaka. R.I.P.
And the person standing over the grave was none other than their now 19-year-old son, Suru Sosaka. Aka, the vigilante known as Shift.
He didn't say a word, just staring at it with a sorrowful, yet rage-filled expression.
"It wasn't an accident." Said a voice from behind him.
Suru turned around and saw Giza standing behind him, with his good covering his face, but doing little to hide his rat-like features.
"I know," Suru responded, glaring at the interloper. "I'm guessing you're not here to take me in, otherwise you wouldn't have given yourself away."
Giza nodded, and walked closer to Suru, standing right next to him, and bowing to the grave. "Tell me, do you think it was the M.L.A.?"
"...They're my best guess," Suru answered with a glare. "I've already made my way through quite a few quirkist groups, but none of them did it. It has to be them. No one else would the power and the motive to do this."
"Most likely." Giza agreed while stroking his beard. "So, where do you intend to start? And how?"
"...Honestly, I have fucking idea," Suru admitted, before looking back at Giza. "So then, are you here to help me? Or are you just that confident about your chances?"
"I am not here to help you no," Giza answered. "I am here to present an opportunity for you to help us, and yourself."
"...I'm listening," Suru responded.
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In a rundown part of town, in front of an abandoned building, was a large man, in a brown coat, with a grey shirt, and torn-up jeans. He had short and messy beige hair and was holding a bottle of Sake in his hand. The bottle he'd spent the last of his money on.
As he drank, he looked up at the sky. Wondering to himself. What now?
This was the end. He had no more money. No one was gonna hire him after he was blacklisted and after all the arrests. What could he do now, but drink and wait to die?
The man took a long weary sigh, before taking another sip. "I wish I could just see her, one last time."
"May I sit?"
Suddenly the man jumped, as he heard a voice come out of nowhere, and saw Giza standing in front of him.
"Geez man, you nearly scared the life outta me." The man breathed a sigh of relief, as he calmed down. "Then again, that might have just put me out of my misery. Oh, and yeah, you can sit. Not like I own the damn sidewalk…or anything for that matter."
"Seems like life has been unkind to you, Tsuba Ukog." Giza said as he sat behind the man, who now looked at him, bewildered.
"Alright, whaddya want?" Tsuba asked. "I doubt you'd just know my name come to me for no reason? If your one on the debt collects then feel free to just kill me and sell my organs already not like I have snowball's chance of hell of paying any of those back."
"But what if you did?" Giza asked him. "Tell me, have you ever considered a life of crime?"
Tsuba groaned. "Shamefully, yes. But I doubt get very far. I'm poor but I'm not completely morally bankrupt. Crime involves hurting people. And I don't think I could close my heart to that forever. Assuming I don't just get caught."
"But what if the people you hurt, were less than savory individuals? Giza asked him. "And what if we provided you a way to be a bit more…secure?"
Tsuba looked at the man, before lifting up his bottle, and chugging it all down. "What the hell. Alright, I'm listening."
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In a very expensive manor, a young woman painted in her room.
The room was covered in portraits of various kinds of monsters, whether they be massive metal birds, enormous sea creatures, or even huge reptile monsters. All of them were monstrous beings, destroying a city.
The woman herself had white hair, with smatterings of various different colors on it, and she wore a very expensive-looking white dress, with gold accents. Notably, she was painting on her canvas with her finger, which was also a paintbrush.
On her ankle, was a black device, keeping her shackled to this manor.
"What wondrous paintings."
"Hmmm?" The woman turned around nonchalantly, despite a stranger appearing in her room, and saw Giza standing behind her. "You truly think so?"
Giza nodded, as he went closer to one of the paintings. "I do not appreciate them for the same reason you do. However, I've always appreciated good art. Seeing people put years into practice, honing their skills to improve, especially when they have such passion. I can see the hard work and pure passion put into every single painting here. And I must say, your skill is not lacking either, Ms. Pei Ioto."
Pei smiled. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Especially when it is genuine. Even if you do not see the inherent beauty, I'm at least glad you acknowledge my efforts and talents. So many people are blind, they can not see that my wondrous art, should be set free for the world to see."
"So that they can enact what your paintings depict?" Giza asked.
Pei scoffed. "Obviously not. As much as I would love to see my artfully become reality, I am not so selfish as to have the innocent suffer for my enjoyment."
"But what if the people suffering, weren't innocent?" Giza asked her. "What if you and your art could be free? Looked upon by the world, as your lovely creations, wreaked havoc upon the wicked."
Pei raised an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly have my attention. So, who are you, and what exactly do you want in exchange for this wonderful promise?"
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CRASH!
In a warehouse at the harbor, a twelve-foot-tall, extremely muscular villain, was sent flying through a wall.
"Ugh." The villain groaned as he fell unconscious.
"Ha! Not talking so tough now are ya asshole!" Walking out from the hole she created, was a very short, pink-haired girl. She looked like an elementary schooler and wore a red backward cap, a black shirt, some jeans, and red jackets and shoes.
She was playing with a Yo-Yo that she was moving up and down, while she casually walked out of the building, and onto the unconscious villain, before spitting in his face.
Believe it or not, this woman was actually the 21-year-old vigilante, named after her weapon, Yo-Yo, aka Karaki Aesu.
"Impressive, defeating a B-rank villain with nothing but a Yo-Yo." Said a voice from behind her.
Karaki immediately reacted, throwing her Yo-Yo at a Giza who had snuck up behind her, which he caught with ease.
"Calm yourself, I am not your enemy," Giza told her, as he let the Yo-Yo go, and return to its owner via its string.
"Tch. If you don't wanna get hit, then don't sneak up on me you fuck!" Karaki swore. "Now what the fuck do you want!? I don't got time to waste, the heroes are gonna be here soon so that means I need to be anywhere else."
"Well then I will make this quick," Giza said as he reached up his sleeve. "I come with two things. A proposition, and a gift. I'll start with the latter."
Giza pulled out a grey Yo-Yo from his sleeve and threw it over to Karaki, who caught it and inspected it thoroughly.
It was heavier than a normal Yo-Yo but not overly so. The string was metal, and clearly had some mechanisms attached to it.
"Your quirk is not exactly suited to a weapon that deals almost no damage, but we were able to work around that," Giza explained. "Try it on one this wall."
Karaki gave him a suspicious look but decided to try it out anyway. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
She tossed the Yo-Yo at the wall and-
SLAM!
The Yo-Yo broke through the concrete wall with ease, much to Karaki's disbelief.
She recalled the Yo-Yo, and it came back to her hand at alarming speeds, but when it hit her hand, it didn't hurt at all.
After looking at the new tool in disbelief for a second, her face eventually broke out into a wicked grin. "Oh yeah, I can fuck shit up with this."
"Well then, shall we talk somewhere private?" Giza asked.
"Get me something with alcohol in it, and you got yourself a deal," Karaki responded with glee.
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In a lavish apartment, a young woman sat back on her very expensive white couch, counting her stacks of cash, with a bored expression.
To say this woman was attractive would be an understatement. Her skin was perfect and unblemished, her figure slim and curvy, her hair long, fiery red, and silky smooth, and her face was absolutely perfect, even without any makeup.
Although her attire might not be what one would expect. She wore a grey hoodie one side too big for her, and some purple pajama pants. Not really caring all too much about her appearance at the moment.
She'd just had an excursion at the worst part of town after some scumbag tried to drug her drink. She did end up going home with him, but he quickly fell victim to her quirk and was left with absolutely nothing.
She sighed. "Good lord it's just too easy. Can't they give me a challenge for fucks sake? Or at least something exciting. Ugh, why is being rich so boring!"
"Looking for excitement?"
"Fuck!" The woman jumped out of her seat and looked behind her to see Giza standing there. "Who the fuck are you?!"
"I apologize, that's actually one of the few times I get a normal reaction when I do that," Giza explained with a bow. "I heard you were looking for something fun and were willing to do less the legal things. Yoku Miru."
"Well…your not wrong." Yoku wouldn't exactly consider herself a villain, but she did like to use her quirk a lot… illegally…which yes technically made her a villain, but since no one caught her didn't matter. And they were all evil anyway so who cares. She was going to use her quirk on Giza, but unfortunately, she noticed he was not focusing on her, meaning he knew what her quirk was, and how to counter it. This was problematic as he was likely very skilled considering he snuck into her apartment without her noticing and without setting off the security, and she had no real way to defend herself if her quirk didn't work. "What do you want?"
"I want to offer you, the excitement, riches, and fame you've been looking for." Giza offered. "So, does that sound appealing to you?"
"Well considering your saying all the right things, you probably already know that it does," Yoku admitted cautiously. "But I asked what YOU want, not what I could get out of it."
"We want you simply to do what you've been doing, just on a grander scale," Giza explained. "So, what is your answer."
"...Alright. I'm listing." Yoku said, lowering her guard just a bit, as she went to go get some wine.
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In a smaller, more shabby, and bear apartment, a young man looked over a desk full of papers.
The man wore a white lab coat and a green shirt with a pizza on it, had slicked-back grey hair, and dark brown eyes, and was looking down at the papers with a frustrated expression.
All of them were requested for him to be employed by various different sources, and while most people would ecstatic to have so many choices, none of them interested him. Why?
Because they were all so boring!
"I didn't get my engineering degree to toil away in some damn office for the rest of my life!" The man bemoaned. "Where is the excitement, the adventure?"
"You got an engineering degree for excitement and adventure?
"Ahhhh!" The man jumped back, onto his desk, and looked to see Giza had snuck up behind him. "Who are you!?"
"Once again, a normal reaction. Perhaps I should have just knocked on the door." Giza pondered for a second. "Well, what's done is done. Greetings. I've come to make you a job offer. Rorou Con."
"Well, you've certainly got my attention," Rorou said, calming down and getting back in his chair. "So, does this job offer excitement?"
"Oh, it certainly does." Giza chuckled. "It certainly does."
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Back during Nezu and Izuku's meeting, there were seven files on the table, that Nezu had brought.
Kaza Zuko. Wanted for attempted murder, property damage, and attacking police and heroes. Quirk: Wyvern. A mutant-type quirk that drastically enhances her strength gives her the ability to fly, and arms her with various biological weapons, being her claws, talons, fangs, tail, and fire breathing.
Suru Sosaka Aka Shift. Wanted for illegal uses of quirk and assault. Quirk: Space Swap. Allows him to swap two objects' positions in space, without changing their appearance. (Imagine if someone had the ability to swap hitboxes, without changing what anything looked like)
Tsubu Ukog. Former security guard. Wanted by several debt collectors. Has been incarcerated for multiple cases of assault. Quirk: Grain Control. Allows him to control grains. Be they sand, rice, dirt, or anything considered to be a grain.
Pei Ioto. Part of the prestigious Ioto family. Has been arrested on multiple counts of illegal quirk use. Currently on house arrest. Quirk: Lifelike. Her fingertip is a paintbrush, anything she paints with that brush can be manifested, and brought into reality for an hour before vanishing.
Karaki Aesu Aka Yo-Yo. Wanted for vigilantism, and assault. Quirk: Multiply Impact. If the user hits someone with a direct attack and then hits them again within a span of thirty seconds, the impact of that second hit will be multiplied by two. This continues to stack until she fails to hit them again within the span of thirty seconds. Note, this quirk is useless if the user can not inflict damage on the opponent at all, as anything multiplied by zero is still zero.
Yoko Miru. Suspected of several cases of illegal quirk use, and theft. Quirk: Charm. Whenever the user focuses on a person, that person will begin falling in love with the user. The longer they focus, the more effect it has. This works regardless of any outside circumstances, like preference, marital status, and sexuality.
Rorou Con. A brilliant graduate with an engineering degree, but has refused all job offers, due to lack of interest. Quirk: Ownership. Whenever Rorou touches something, he can then activate his quirk, and claim ownership of it, meaning he has complete control over its functions and how it operates. Note, he can only do this to one thing at a time, and his quirk only works on inorganic matter.
"Yes yes, they will make a fine time," Nezu said as he looked over the files.
"I agree, I'm glad you found so many good candidates. Although I have to admit I'm pretty worried. What if they go too far, or we can't control them?" Izuku asked.
"Well, then you'll find them much easier to destroy than the current threat we face," Nezu said nonchalantly. "It is a risk, but one I have faith in. Do you?"
"...Not really…but I have faith in you…and I do want to help out some of these people if I can." Izuku admitted with a sigh. "Alright. Project Sky Pirates is a go."
Alright and that's it for this chapter. Rember if you have trouble keeping up with the characters, you can go to the T.V. tropes page, it's excellently made.
Please review and have a nice day and a happy new year.