The Hidden Sith: Izuku Midoriya
Chapter 23: Elections, Alarms, Break-ins.
"Speaking"
"All Might/Vocoder Speaking"
"Thought Comunication"
'Thinking'
Flashfoward/Flashback
Reviews:
MrMateusz: Yes, Izuku will be older than Anakin. As for the Greivious idea, you'll simply have to wait.
Colossus Bridger: Only one more chapter to go.
Keybladelight: Perhaps.
If it were a fight between Prime All for One and younger Darth Ferno using only the force, then All for One would win. But if Izuku was given enough time to reach adulthood, or All for One was weaker than his strongest, then it could go either way.
DK2000: Not for awhile unfortunately. But I do have the initial confrontation all planned out.
Fredward1: No. Izuku and Ana were six in chapter 4. They're ten when they start dating. But it's more of an innocent type of kid date rather than what adults do after a date is over.
Tom12aj: Inko Midoriyra, Quirk; Glock for All.
Stomzy: Ch2: Yes. I don't deny that fact. But he wasn't even my third choice, and some people would do better in that position. It's just that the opposition was so much worse. A lesser of the two evils thing.
Ch3: I write what I want to write.
Ch 4: I don't read Percy Jackson. And I write what I want to write. Izuku would be severelyy limited by staying planetside.
Aizawa rewound the footage before playing it again. This was the third time he had done that. He was working at his desk, reviewing the mock battles, when something in one of the tapes caught his eye. It was the fight between Midoriya and his opponents, Bakugo and Tokoyami.
It was the way that Midoriya seemed to move that set off alarm bells in his head. It wasn't forced, nor was it unnatural. If anything, the green-haired child seemed to slip into the mindset of a villain with a disturbing amount of ease.
Maybe he was overthinking this. It had been over a week since he last got eight hours of sleep in one sitting. Perhaps the exhaustion was causing him to overthink everything. But at the same time, something about Midoriya was off. 'It might be best if I keep a closer eye on him at the upcoming USJ Training exercise.' Aizawa thought. Maybe whatever he saw would alleviate his fears. Or amplify them.
As Darth Ferno walked up to the gate, he noted a large crowd of reporters all collected by said gate. Anytime a student tried to pass them, they would all pounce like starving wildcats. If the Students were not of the Hero Course, they would be let go soon after. That gave him an idea.
"That's a lot of people," Ochako commented as Tenya nodded. Both were standing in an alleyway overlooking the school entrance.
"We don't have a choice. They're after All Might, so we got to pretend. Iida, pretend to be a Business Course student. Ochako and I will pretend to be from General Education." Darth Ferno said, getting nods from the two.
"Why that class?" The speedster asked.
Ferno rolled his eyes. "You give off a Business course type of feeling."
Iida shrugged as the group of three walked up to the reporters.
"WHAT CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT ALL MIGHT?" "HOW EFFECTIVE OF A TEACHER IS ALL MIGHT?" "WHAT DOES HE ACT LIKE WHILE IN CLASS?"
Darth Ferno cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, the three of us are not Hero Course. She and I are Gen-Ed, while the Big Guy is in Business. The most we've seen of All Might is passing him in the hall." He said in a face that told no lies.
One of the reporters immediately noted the lie but said nothing, her instincts on fire. Curiosity would always win over these low-level opportunity seekers. Unknown to her, Izuku immediately noticed her and matched her face to the memories he ripped from that hero CyX he killed a while back. 'MLA, Huh?' The group of reporters let the three through.
Cementoss walked through the gate. "All right, shows over." The Pro said. "Let the students get to class."
"You're a teacher, right?" One brave reporter asked. "Can you tell us anything about All Might?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," The blockly hero said, "You'll have to ask our PR Team for details." The reported stepped closer to the gate, and Cementoss' eyes widened. "Wait, don'-"
The gate's alarm went off when she was within three feet of it. The reporter fell back in shock. Cementoss shook his head. "I tried to warn you. If you don't carry a badge that allows access to UA, you cannot get past the gate."
The reporters began to complain to the Teacher while he stood there and took them silently. Meanwhile, a hooded teen walked by and glanced at the group of Reporters. Tomura Shigaraki grinned. 'Bingo.'
Aizawa shuffled into the room thirty minutes before class was due to start. If his previous observations were correct, Iida would arrive in precisely ten minutes—the overly punctual punk. Then, the rest of the nuisances would trickle in over the following twenty-minute period.
He walked to his podium, pulled out one of his yellow sleeping bags, got in, and zipped up. And with as little fanfare as possible, he fell on his side for a quick nap. And a decent power nap it was. Because he didn't feel the usual overwhelming urge to strangle Iida the moment he slid the door open with a loud boom.
He wearily blinked his eyes as he shifted his body to look at the singular student. 'Can't believe he's related to Tensei. That kid needs to get that stick out of his ass.' The other students, as he predicted, began to trickle in slowly. And when it was two minutes from the bell, all the students were inside the classroom, but not in their seats.
'Let's do a little more hazing.' Aizawa thought. He pressed the button on his remote, which only controlled the bell in his classroom—something a favor from the principal went into.
The bell rang a minute early, and all the students not already at their seats began to panic as they rushed, except for Midoriya. He was still calm and collected. Was he not worried about any punishments? Well, Aizawa would see if that confidence would last the entire year until he pawned the class off to the following year's teacher.
As silently as possible, Aizawa, still in his sleeping bag, got up on leg strength alone and peeked over the podium like a creepy jack in the box. "Good. You're all in your seats." Oh, how he reveled in the pale faces of some of the weaker-minded students. Aizawa thought he heard a curse from somewhere in the middle of the classroom.
"Now, we'll be going over yesterday's battles." He said as he unzipped his sleeping bag and stepped out.
Aizawa had difficulty not reveling in the defeated looks on the teenagers' faces—one of the few things he enjoyed about teaching. But there was still one more group. Midoriya and Jiro vs. Bakugo and Tokoyami. "Midoriya, I understand that this was simply a training exercise, but next time, don't waste time taunting enemies. I would have immediately reprimanded you if you tried that on the field. Jiro, while you did your job effectively, you could not assist Midoriya in combat. Do some martial arts or even weight training. Don't be useless." Jiro hung her head in shame.
Aizawa turned to the Hero team. "Bakugo, I don't know your problem, and frankly, I don't care. If fear makes it hard for you to function, withdraw from UA immediately. And Tokoyami, aside from your lackluster reaction time, I have the least complaints about you."
Aizawa glanced across his class. Of all the defeated looks, Midoriya wasn't one of them. Well, he'd fix that eventually. "This concludes our overview of yesterday's mock battles. Which moves us onto the next subject at hand." The class tensed, thinking there was another test on the way. "Picking school representatives."
"A NORMAL SCHOOL ACTIVITY!" The loudmouths screamed out in joy.
"Don't care," Aizawa said as he slipped into his yellow sleeping bag. "Figure out your representatives amongst yourselves." He didn't bother talking again as he fell to his side.
Everyone began to throw out their voice in an attempt to be heard first.
"I wanna be the representative!"
"No, I do!"
"I'd be great at it."
Iida tried to regain control in the class, "Everyone, please! Calm down!" And then, a loud ringing came from a cell phone. It was loud enough to disrupt the voices trying to capture attention. Everyone looked at Darth Ferno, who had the volume maxed on his phone.
"Now that everyone's calm, let's do this properly," He said as he walked to the front of the board. "Now, many of you want to be the representative, so let's go the other way. Raise your hand if you don't want to be the representative."
A few hands raised. "Is that all of them? I do have to make the valid point that this job requires people who are not only willing but ready to lead. You'll have to sacrifice some of your free time. On average, a school representative has to stay an extra hour after every school day; who is willing to do that?" Ferno asked.
Suddenly, many people seemed to deflate before all but five hands were raised. "All right, we'll vote between these five names." He scribbled out the names of Iida, Yaoyorozu, Bakugo, Ashido, and Mineta. "Whoever gets first will become Representative, and second, we'll be Vice-Representative. Those two can determine class officers if they wish."
"Why not just vote for you?" Denki Kaminari pointed out. "I mean, you did manage to wrangle us all."
Darth Ferno responded without missing a beat. "Because my days are already busy as is. I cannot dedicate the time necessary for either position. Does anyone have a hat?"
Somebody pulled a hat from their backpack while Izuku pulled out a blank notebook. He quickly tore a page out before tearing it into 20 roughly equal pieces. The Sith handed a handful to each front seat. "Take a piece, pass it back. I already have my ticket."
Everyone wrote their vote in and put it in the hat that Ojiro provided. The hat was handed to Ferno at the front, who counted the votes. Ultimately, it was a tie between Iida and Yoayorouzu at eight votes each. The other three only got one vote each.
Iida huffed. "We'll need a tiebreaker."
Darth Ferno hummed. "Is Hagakure out?" He asked, noting the lack of floating clothing.
"Yeah, she texted something about a stomach bug." Mina Ashido noted.
"Okay. So, the three people who voted for themselves vote for one of the two candidates." Darth Ferno said.
By the end of the vote, it was still tied. Darth Ferno gave Bakugo a glowering look. "Ok. Katsuki Bakugo refuses to give his vote to either candidate."
"How does he know who voted?" Kirishima commented.
"Maybe he's psychic?" Mina Ashido replied.
"Iida, Yoayorozu, who did either of you vote for?" Darth Ferno asked.
Iida immediately replied. "Yoayorouzu, of course. Despite my desire for the job, it would be distasteful to vote for myself."
"Okay. Iida is the Rep, and Yoayorouzu is the Vice-Rep." Izuku, tired of this, went back to his desk.
"Wait, wut?" Kaminari said, caught off guard like the rest of his class. "Why him?"
Darth Ferno rolled his eyes. "Because Iida was willing to listen to others, even if he believed he was the best for the job. That is the sign of a great leader, able to let others lead when you cannot."
Aizawa rose from the ground, propelled only by his leg strength. It freaked out a few of the kids. "You finished picking? Good, because it's time for lessons."
The door slammed open. "WHO'S READY FOR ENGLISH WITH PRESENT MIC!" The cockatoo hero called out as he walked into the class. Aizawa paid him no mind as he left.
"That was amazing, Izuku," Ochako said to the disguised Sith. Iida and Asui, who had joined them for lunch, nodded along. "The way you just took charge like that!"
"I must agree with Uraraka. Are you certain you don't wish for the Representative position, Midoriya?" Iida asked. "You certainly held the focus of everybody."
"Call me Izuku; I prefer first names, and no. I already explained my days were quite busy." Darth Ferno said before taking a bite of his food.
"Doing what, Kero?" Tsuyu Asui asked. "And call me Tsu."
Ferno finished his bite and broke out in a cartoonish laugh. "What else, TAKING OVER THE WORLD! MUWHAHAHA!"
Ochako giggled while the other two laughed in good nature. Oh, if only they knew how true that statement was. Darth Ferno took a sip of water. "But in all seriousness, I happen to be friends with a rather ambitious inventor and have been helping in her endeavors, whether procuring material or acting as the 'testing dummy.'" He quoted.
The others winched at the testing dummy part but nodded along. Iida was the one to break the silence. "An excellent use of your time, Mid-Izuku. Having friendly relationships with your support team will only make you a far better hero. I'm certain you would get along with my family."
"Ingenium, right?" Darth Ferno commented offhandedly.
"I… yes, how did you know?" Iida asked, stunned.
Darth Ferno took another bite. "Hmm, your family is a legacy hero family, going back three generations, and all of you have similar quirks. And you look a lot like your brother if he wore glasses. Wasn't hard to make the connection."
"I knew there was something about you, Iida," Ochaco said, pointing to Iida. "You're a rich boy!"
"I… will not denounce that, but I don't try to advertise it either," Iida said, trying to remain confident at Uraraka's teasing.
"WHEEOP WHEEOP WHEEOP! Level 3 security breach!"
Suddenly, an alarm rang across the cafeteria as everyone ground to a halt. All the students began to panic, rushing towards the door. "Wait, what's happening?" Ochako asked, still in shock.
"It's a level three security breach! That means somebody is on the premises. This has never happened in my three years here!" An upperclassman stopped and told them. "Get out of here!" He said as he ran off.
Iida, Uraraka, and Asui immediately stood up in quick movement, but Darth Ferno remained sitting down. "Why are you still sitting Izuku? Kero. We need to go." Asui said.
"We're surrounded by several tons of protection and multiple Pro-Heroes. We're fine. Go on ahead if you want." In truth, the force was pulling Darth Ferno in a particular direction, and he had to lose them.
The three shrugged as they ran off, getting lost in the sea of students. Izuku quickly finished his food and went in the direction opposite of where the mob was. As he walked around, he heard something from the archives. Using his student ID, he opened the door a crack and saw somebody going through a filing cabinet. Next to him was some kind of wormhole that was black and smokey.
"Where are the schedules? Couldn't that rat have this more organized?" The hooded, blue-haired man said. With his face away from the door, Darth Ferno couldn't make out his features.
"Hurry Tomura Shigaraki. The reporters you let in are being rounded up as we speak." A voice came from the wormhole.
"I'm aware Kurogiri." The young man's raspy voice said. And then he stopped, pulling out a file. "Ah, here we are. All Might's Schedule. Let's go."
The hooded man turned into the portal, giving Darth Ferno a good look at the intruder. Red eyes, dry pale skin, maybe the result of a quirk? He was lanky and likely didn't get enough sunlight. The man vanished into the portal, which subsequently disappeared. Darth Ferno quickly locked the door and ran for the Principal's office.
He was lucky to catch Nezu leaving at that moment. "Sir, I believe I stumbled upon the ones who let the press into the school grounds." Nezu immediately snapped to attention.
"Tell me everything."
Later, after school had concluded, a staff meeting was called. All the teachers from all the years showed up, even All Might, who showed up for the latter portion of the day in his emasculated form.
"Uh, why is a student here, Nezu?" Powerloader asked, pointing to Izuku Midoriya, who sat beside All Might.
"Oh, it's simple. He avoided the crowd during the break-in and subsequently witnessed the very individuals responsible for said break-in." Nezu said with a small smile, motioning to Izuku. "Midoirya?"
"Yes, sir. I had avoided leaving with the panicking students, aware that there were several Pro-Heroes on the ground at that moment. Instead, I finished my food and went in the opposite direction. Then, as I was passing by the archives, I heard a noise inside. I used my card to open the door. Nezu can confirm that." Darth Ferno explained.
"Yep. That was confirmed on both the card reader's history and cameras in the hallway." The Chimera said.
"I opened the door enough to see what was going on. There was a tall, lanky man wearing a hoodie going through the schedules. Next to him was a black, smoky portal, likely how he got into the room. He was talking about All Might when a voice came from within the Portal. The voice, also male and layered to some degree, likely from the warp user's quirk, called the lanky man, Tomura Shigaraki. Shigaraki then called the warper, Kurogiri. They quickly found what they were looking for and left, but not before I got a better look at Shigaraki. He has pale blue hair, red eyes, notable bags under said eyes, and really pale and cracked skin. The latter might be the result of his quirk. And the pale skin and eye bags lead me to believe he's a shut-in, almost certainly not leaving unless necessary. I was unable to get any visual appearance from the warp user." Izuku reported.
Many of the Pro-Heroes looked at Izuku in surprise. They hadn't been expecting such a level of detail from a first-year student who hadn't even had his work studies. Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "You didn't fight them, right, problem child?"
Izuku glared at him. "I would have mentioned it if I had. They were unknown enemies of unknown strength. Any misstep in a fight could be fatal. So, of course, I didn't fight them."
"Don't get snippy with me, child." Aizawa bit out in a growl.
"Aizawa, it'd be best if you didn't antagonize the students and Young Midoriya," Nezu began, turning to Izuku. "Please don't fall to his level. Aizawa is an excellent hero, but his people skills are rather lacking."
"Please, principal. Don't make excuses for somebody who's a grown man." Darth Ferno said. The other teachers cringed. Aizawa meanwhile glowered in silence.
Nezu huffed. "Well, after Midoriya tipped me off, I could track the missing Schedule as the archives serve as a hard copy of our digitized system. I determined what was taken was All Might's classes for the entire month."
"Does that mean these intruders plan to attack during one of his Lessons?" Midnight suggested.
"Possibly." Nezu replied, "Or… they plan on attacking UA when All Might isn't here."
"That's crazy," Cementoss said. "They would be fools to attack UA when it's full of Pro-Heroes and many Third Years with provisional licenses. We could be at our training facilities within a few minutes."
"Perhaps. But we can't rule that out. So, I'm issuing a standing order. Any classes that take place away from the main building will have at least two teachers on hand, each equipped with a panic button." Nezu ordered. "Now, seeing as the upcoming USJ Classes are already going to have three teachers on hand, there shouldn't be any trouble."
Nezu turned to Izuku. "Young Midoriya, please write out a full report for us and the Police so we can try and track down this 'Tomura Shigaraki' and 'Kurogiri.' Mr. Yagi will with you in the teacher's lounge in twenty minutes." Nezu was particular about using All Might's real name to keep up the illusion that Izuku Midoriya had nothing to do with All Might.
Izuku stood up and bowed. "Thank you for having me, sir." He quickly left the meeting.
Darth Ferno kneeled to his master. "Interesting. Perhaps we could use this to our advantage." Darth Alcor said. "If your class is the one to encounter villains, use the mind arts I taught you to find underworld secrets. Brokers, doctors, hackers, anybody known in the underground as exceptional would be a boon to have within our employ."
"How would you bend them?" Darth Ferno asked.
Alcor smirked. "Simple, we tell them the truth while also making sure they can never tell anybody else. A few traps in their minds will do the trick. However, I will need your help to set them up."
"Yes, sir." Darth Ferno said.
A sudden explosion down the ship caused them to look at each other. Alcor rolled his eyes as he collapsed into red smoke.
Darth Ferno made his way to where Mei's room was. This was getting repetitive.
The rest of the week was uneventful. They had a second class of Heroics Basics, along with all the other subjects. But as the weekend was approaching, Aizawa grabbed his class's attention.
"Well, you hellspawn. I'd rather spring this on you unannounced, but I am contractually obligated to inform you all that next week, we'll be participating in a training exercise off campus. It will be supervised by All Might, me, and the off-campus supervisor, Thirteen. The exact nature of what you'll be participating in will be revealed when you arrive. Don't worry about finding the place; a bus will be here in the morning to drive all of us there." The Underground hero said in a tired tone.
Darth Ferno felt a ping from the Darkside. His eyes narrowed the slightest they physically could to avoid alerting Aizawa. 'I see, so villains are going to attack during this class. I wonder how shocking it'll be to see Darth Ferno appear and save the entire class, all while killing the villains. Would throw the heroes for a loop and would make it impossible for them to believe I am him, and he is me.'
Ah, the terrible teacher that is Aizawa. Kakashi Hatake is a better teacher, and he reads porn and runs teamwork drills 3/4s of the time.