I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
(Sorry for the long wait! I was on a long drought of ideas for content regarding this story, but now I'll try to continue it as best as I can!)
Enjoy!
Tokyo..
"Oh man." Came the whining voice of the hero, standing in the middle of the road, in front of...
"You destroyed my favourite supermarket." Yagi remarked casually, "That's not very nice. I liked the nice lady clerk too."
The goo monster scrunched it's nose, before yelling, "You undesirable human! Your kind has done nothing to the environment of the flourishing, beautiful mother earth but contaminate and ruin it! I, the goo monster, shall put an end to the stain that your race's miserable existence has put on this world!"
Yagi scratched his hair as he kept on listening to the monster's ramblings, but then he decided that it was enough, "Yeah, yeah, whatever, can we finish this already? I can always find another supermarket. I don't have all day."
The monster widened it's eyes in frustration, "You-! How dare you?! You presume that I, the-"
"Ultimate being." Yagi finished for the monster.
The monster was silent for a few seconds, before continuing again, "Is not worth enough of your time for you to respond with such a lack of care?! This will not stand! Do you know who I am?! I am-"
"The Ultimate Lifeform." Yagi finished again.
The monster furrowed it's brows, "Actually, no-"
"So what was it? The contamination ender? Earth's indomitable cure? Humanity's end? The Glorious Exterminator? Or a loud, nosy talking monster, perhaps?" Yagi asked again as he picked his nose nonchalantly, "I can bet you fifty thousand yen that whatever you were going to say, I've heard them from somewhere else."
"I would like to see your mockery to keep on going when I turn your body into a pile of condensed, rotting meat, you pretentious insect." The monster's eyes twitched, tempted to finally put an end to the disinterested hero in front of it with a single swipe from it's hand.
Not like that could ever happen, anyway.
"NOW, FEEL THE FLOW OF THE UNIVERSE WITHIN MY HAND! I WILL SCORCH YOUR ATOMS, AS I-" The monster couldn't finish it's sentence as a split image of a hurling palm collided with it's abdomen, sending it flying away into the air with an incredulous, denial shriek.
"Wait, I thought a mosquito was creeping on you." The hero said in a flat tone.
"Oh well, at least I gave the guy a nice trip." Yagi rubbed his index finger against his forehead, before walking away again, "Man, this day couldn't get any weirder. I bet the rat guy is on my doorstep as we speak-"
Yagi's home..
As he predicted, the fabled 'rat man' was standing on his doorstep.
"Hello there, Yagi-san."
Yagi dropped the grocery bag into the ground, his mouth wide open, "Oh you gotta be fucking with me."
"I assume that you're done with your shopping?"
Yagi approached Nezu, towering above him as he kept his gaze locked on the tiny, cheeky son of a bitch, "Get out. I told you I'll think it over, you impatient rodent.
"You see, I can't really do that, you see, time is running out-"
"Is that your car?" Yagi interrupted, pointing at the vehicle in front of his gate, "Who told you that you can park your shit around my area like it's your own damn right? Did you not see the sign?"
"Yes, indeed. The sign didn't forbade anyone from parking in front of your area." Nezu replied with an innocent smile.
"What? No-"
Nezu quickly showed the paper with his hand, holding it to the front for Yagi to see.
'Park anywhere you want, I don't really care. Just don't bring any pets with you. They'll shit on my lawn.'
Yagi's expression became weary, "This sign doesn't apply to rats, only functional, normal human beings."
"Your abrasive attitude won't get you anywhere in this industry, Yagi-san. As I said, I need a few words with you, so if you may..." Nezu cleared his throat, "At least try to refrain from acting so discriminative."
Yagi was silent for a few moments, before laughing with a hint of annoyance and irritation in his tone, "Fine, but make it less than twenty words. Go on, step in."
Both of them stepped inside, as Yagi put his groceries inside his fridge.
Nezu sat on the living room, waiting for Yagi to be done with whatever he's doing.
Yagi came back to him with two cups of tea in his hands, before sliding the other cup into Nezu's side, as he placed his own tea near his side's couch.
"Can't have you long here. Drink up, and tell me what you were going to say." Yagi volunteered to lend an ear to listen.
Nezu sipped a bit of the tea, before clearing his throat, "You see, Yagi-san, I-"
"And that's enough of our time for today. You may leave." Yagi interrupted with a piercing smile.
"..." Nezu kept his mouth shut for a moment, before sighing, "Yagi-san, I haven't even-"
"I'm messing around. Just talk." Yagi waved at him as he leaned backwards into the couch.
"It must be rather tedious, living isolated like this, without anyone by your side..." Nezu began, "How long have you been keeping your feelings dormant, Yagi-san? Bottled it up, believing that you'll never have to let those out ever again...but believe me when I say that you're only destroying yourself in the process."
Yagi raised his brow, crossing his legs as he did, "Huh?"
"I'm not pushing you, of course, but if you need a lending ear..." Nezu says sincerely.
"Wha- look, rat, just get to the point already." Yagi leaned forward, putting both his palm against his thigh as he kept his gaze locked on the rat's eyes, "What I feel and what I do for a living, it's really none of your damn business." He emphasized on the last part.
"...I see." Nezu closed his eyes, "Let's just get down to business...Yagi-san, you see, ever since...Metal Knight's unfortunate disappearance, the quantity and the quality of the heroes in our heroes had been plunged downward drastically, and even the funds of the Hero Commission has been declining over the past years, leading to the decrease in wage for the pro-heroes occupation. We have no men power left in our industry, and crime rates has fluctuated. There is nothing that is holding them from growing exponentially, and I fear..that this country will be overtaken and swallowed by fear and despair eventually, that is, unless someone steps in."
"Basically my old ambition then." Yagi casually said as he flicked another booger into the wall.
Ignoring Yagi's unsanitary, impolite manner, Nezu continued, "That Symbol needs to rise, and-"
"I'm not doing this." Yagi's voice came firm, "It's not like my presence's going to do anything useful anyway."
"The past is the past, Yagi-san, the only thing that matters is how you choose to learn from the blunders that you have made from the life you left behind." Nezu said, "We need you, Yagi-san. More than we ever did before."
Yagi stared at the rat for a moment, "And what if another incident happens?"
"A small incident is better than having an entire country plunging into the darkness of chaos." Nezu said, his tone serious, "Please, consider my words before you decline. You're a hero, are you not? You have a heart of a hero, I know it, and I know..you will accept eventually."
Yagi looked at the transparent glass table below him, clasping his hands together in deep consideration.
Suddenly, another set of eyes that looked different shot a gaze back to him from the reflection of the mirror, as if it's glinted stare was piercing his eyes, incinerating every atom that it's consisted of.
It looked familiar.
Golden and raven, ovular shape, the eyes of the most innocent face that he has ever known..
Yagi shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his hands, before standing up, "My answer's the same, I'll think it over."
Grunting, Nezu was about to respond when he was suddenly interrupted by a vibration inside his pockets, "Hold on, I need to see this first." He said as he walked outside, looking solemnly at his phone.
Yagi raised his brow in confusion, but thought that it was probably nothing.
"The Hero Commission was recently invaded?!" Nezu screamed out in agitation.
Yagi adopted a serious expression in his face. Now things has started to get interesting.
The HPSC Headquarters,earlier...
The atmosphere of the room was tense. Standing before the multitudes of people was an aging man with a gray hair and a bulbous nose.
Sitch, the Director of the Hero Public Safety Commission, had continued to lead the organisation for another thirty years ever since the securement of the monster cells.
"It has come to my attention that a problem might arise among us, the human race." Sitch said to the people in front of him above the stage, "A dire problem that we need to fix, no matter the cost, and what methods we might have to use."
"O- Oi..." A hero began to spoke to one another at the side, "Is it really wise to ask these vile criminals for help?"
"Don't ask me. Ask the director." Another hero deadpanned.
"Right now, we have no choice but to ask you all for help, seeing as to how the combined force of our heroes might not be enough to repel the unforeseen threat that we're about to face." Sitch continued, "A few months ago, one of the patients of our most trusted organisation, The Quirk Advisor Association, has informed us about some sort of...ominous event that will happen in the future using her quirk, 'clairvoyance'. But she couldn't get the chance to finish her sentence. She died right at the time she was about to tell us in detail. The only words she could manage to utter was this.."
Sitch pulled a paper, before showing it to the crowds. The kanji's that were written there were...
The Earth is in trouble...!
"Now this may seem like a far fetched prophecy, but in the past, this patient of ours..has accurately predicted some small events prior to her death."
When the criminals began to murmur between themselves, while the heroes debated whether if these criminals were good enough to assist them, Sitch slammed the podium the mic was resting on to silence them, "We don't have time to listen to your bickerings. As of now, we, as heroes and villains alike, must unite and form an alliance, a temporary alliance if you may like it, and settle the differences between ourselves. If we don't do this, mankind may or may not meet it's demise."
An ominous laugh was heard within the chaos. Some of the criminals began to shut their mouth, before shifting their attention to the man in question.
His hair was hair, V in shape, his attire consisted of a tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, loose-fitting white martial arts pants, a yellow sash around his waist, and tai chi slippers on his feet.
He clapped his hands, as he began to spoke, "Spot on, spot on. Your gal's got quite the talent of seein' the unseen. A threat capable of eradicating humanity by it's lonesome, huh?"
The man lifted his gaze towards the Director, as his bleached hair began to reflect some of the lights emanating from the room, "How about a room for one candidate to fill in that prophecy, mister, ah..Sitch?"
"What sort of nonsense are you blabbering? State your identity!" Sitch demands.
"The name's Garou." The man said, "Think your underling's got a point. None of these wimps are too strong enough to handle a fuckin' whimpering old woman with a frail bag as a weapon, for cryin' out loud! Let alone a God level threat!"
The criminals were enraged by this statement, as they collectively met the mysterious villain's gaze.
"See? They're in denial right now. Even with their combined strength, they can't possibly ever hope to even lay a hand on me!" Garou said in his utmost confidence, "Oi, what's with the holdup, you morons? This is supposed to be the part where you come at me. Let's find out who's the strongest in this room."
A scream came out of the crowds, as one of the spike haired criminals tried to lash out at Garou, who responded by simply twisting his hip, bending his left knee, before delivering a roundhouse kick to the criminal's jaw, shattering his skull open.
As he fell motionlessly into the ground, Garou cracked his knuckles as a way to challenge them, "Anymore grunts with a reckless instinct wants to come at me?"
A stomp was heard from behind him, as Garou quickly turned his head around with a stream of blue energy following his hand like a calm motion.
It was one of the heroes.
"Refrain yourself from acting so foolishly, Garou. If you don't wish to face legal repercussions, try not to sink into your rash tendencies to follow in your sick desires of being a God level threat." The bigger hero said, his fists clenched tightly.
Garou quirked his lips as a response, "As if."
A split second image of a fist heading towards him was caught by his line of vision.
He quickly reacted to it, swiping his hand upwards elegantly, producing a large smoke looming over the room full of criminals.
"See, that's the problem with you brawn-for-brain heroes." Garou mockingly said, "You don't think ahead of your opponents. You just fight on the get-go, hoping to get a good result with no foundation but a blind faith."
The hero screamed in agony as he noticed that his hand were shredded to pieces, blood violently gushing out of the lump where his arm used to be in.
"Oi, what's the matter? Can't muster any remaining strength that's left in your pathetic, frail body?" Garou spoke, brushing off the dust off his shirt, "I don't have all day, you know?!"
As he noticed two more presence from his behind, he casually flipped backwards, before doing a split kick to send both the criminals flying into opposite directions.
As he landed, he quickly tilted his head to see the criminals preparing to beat him up.
"Call in reinforcements!" Came in the voice of Sitch, who was hiding behind the podium, "A criminal bypassed the guarding heroes and are now wrecking havoc and ruining my entire plan! I-"
A hero slamming into the wall near him caught him by surprise.
Shit. He thought in fear.
"That was fun." Garou said as he cracked his neck, stretching both his arms, revealing the mass of unconscious, beaten bodies littering the floor he was standing in, "Whoever's hiding behind that podium, no need to be afraid or anythin'. I'm going."
"But I want you to know one thing," Garou spoke again, "I am Garou the monster, who will rise to the top as a Disaster Level "God" villain, and who will plunge this world into a state of fear at the sight of the absolute evil that is dominating them."
Garou waved his hand into the air as he walked away from the pile of bodies behind, "Later."
And Sitch was left behind with a traumatising sight, and boy, was he absolutely frightened.
...
"Hold on...did you say 'Garou'?" Yagi said as he took another sip from the tea, "That name seems familiar, but at the same time, doesn't ring a bell." He continued after putting the tea cup down.
"He was once an UA student." Nezu said, "It makes sense if you do know who he is. You both met once, after all."
"We did?" Yagi raised his brow, before coming into a sudden realisation, "Oooooh, that guy. I remember now. Just bits of it though, nothing much. I remember him wanting the villains to win for a change."
"Yes, indeed, but unfortunately, he has changed..for the worse." Nezu shook his head, "He is now more ruthless, more violent, he even gravely injured four heroes, one of them being permanently scarred and is stripped of his right arm. This is the first time that we had contact with him, though Takehiko-san did say that he was spotted destroying dojo's left and right before."
"Oh." Yagi rubbed his chin, "Kay then. So do you want me to deal with this guy and be done with it?"
"Not yet. We must focus on getting you to UA. Have you made up your mind yet?" Nezu said.
Yagi nudged his forehead, before replying, "Man, you're killing me. Fine. Just give me time to pack my things, one day, tops, since UA is a long way from here."
"Oh, also, I heard that supermarket sales are more rampant in Mustafu than it does in Tokyo, since the economic state there are actually improving." Nezu added one more thing.
"...make that an hour and a half." Yagi replied, before hastily going to his room, while Nezu only chuckled in mild amusement.
What an interesting human.
TO BE CONTINUED!