[Media, Everyone hates them]
Yoshikage sat in the spirit realm, a place where the souls of the dead could exist without fear of being erased or degraded over time, relaxing in a chair that looked exactly like the one he used to sit in back at his old home in Morioh—as a matter-of-fact, the realm he was currently in was a spitting replica of his old home, only limited to his living room.
He sat there, chin resting on his hand, as he frowned. Recent events showed that he had a connection with his descendant, though a weak one at that. He could only really communicate with them briefly, and only a few words at a time. However, the more he was around her, the more he could communicate with her.
The problem became as to whether or not she needed to know who he was. He'd rather keep himself anonymous, but he knew that eventually, the truth would come out—not that there was anything wrong with it, but he digressed.
He was waiting for a guest to show. He knew that the person in question wanted nothing to do with him for very, very obvious reasons. However, Yoshikage wasn't exactly giving them much of a choice. It was important that they discussed this, because if they didn't…
"Hmph… five minutes late," Yoshikage grumbled, rubbing at as his temple with his right hand. After a moment of complaining, there was a knock at the door. "It's open. Come on in," The blond-haired ghost said as the door opened. Standing in the doorway was a pink-haired woman, no older looking than 15. She had ashen pale skin, and pink eyes, and was wearing an overall skirt of sorts, along with a pair of long white ankle socks and shoes.
"Yoshikage…" the woman spat. "What do you want? This better be good. You said it was urgent, and I have no idea why I agreed to this, but—"
"You can stop it with the complaining, Reimei," Yoshikage interrupted. "I don't want you here as much as you want to be here. After all, if it wasn't for your meddling and sticking your nose into business you didn't need to, I wouldn't be here, now would I?" Yoshikage spat, before scoffing. "Although to think that Hell doesn't exist, and instead Heaven had slums for sinners… quite interesting, don't you think?"
"Cut to the chase, Kira. Or I'm leaving," Reimei growled, not moving an inch from the doorway as Yoshikage sighed.
"I guess you don't fancy small talk," Yoshikage said, rolling his eyes. "Very well. If you must know, it revolves around our families," Yoshikage continued as Reimei scoffed.
"And what would I have to do with your family, Yoshikage?" Reimei spat, glaring at the blond ghost with hatred in her eyes. "I knew this was stupid," Reimei frowned as Yoshikage raised an eyebrow, a hint of shock in his eyes.
"You… haven't been paying attention to the land of the living?" Yoshikage asked as Reimei huffed.
"And why would I?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I haven't completely forgotten about those who live, but at the same time I am more preoccupied with enjoying paradise, the very thing I missed out on for so long because of you," Reimei said as Yoshikage sighed. He didn't want to say it out loud, but it was a fact that she could've simply left at any time, whenever she wanted.
Whatever the case may be, be it because of her stupidity or arrogance, Reimei chose to stay in the world of the living as a wandering spirit rather than going to the pearly gates. She chose to stay behind and be the one who damned Yoshikage's spirit to The Void for what felt like millions of years—though in reality, it was only a few seconds.
That was beside the point. Yoshikage stared at Reimei with disbelief in his eyes. There was no way in hell that she was that dense. Yoshikage refused to believe that the person who was basically responsible for his demise, the one person who notified that stupid Koichi Hirose brat of his existence, was that blind to the happenings of those whom she once walked among.
"Then this will take a minute to explain," Yoshikage said, crossing his arms. The man's demeanour began to sour as his eyes narrowed. "As you know, I've become a Guardian Angel for my family—much to a lot of souls shock, I assume. Considering my track record during my time alive," Yoshikage began as Reimei raised an eyebrow.
"You? A Guardian Angel?! Don't make me laugh," Reimei spat as Yoshikage narrowed his eyes.
"In the world of Heaven, mental illness is not a factor. I no longer have Psychopathy or Sociopathic Tendencies. I am who I was supposed to be. Is it that hard to believe that I can manifest the will to care for humanity?" Yoshikage questioned as Reimei narrowed her eyes at the former Serial Killer.
"You're asking me that? Are you serious?" Reimei spat as Yoshikage shrugged.
"Why not? After all, you are the one who bares the most hatred for me, so I figured that telling you what I am now might allow you to shift your mindset of me; given enough time, of course," Yoshikage began. "After all, it is God who said to Forgive and Move On, was it not?"
"Do not go there with me, Yoshikage," Reimei growled as the blond ghost rolled his eyes.
"Very well. Moving on, allow me to explain the situation, seeing as you clearly do not pay attention to the mortal world. The first bit of shocking news is that our families, believe it or not, have produced an offspring," Yoshikage stated as Reimei's eyes widened.
"WHAT?!" Reimei all but shouted as Yoshikage picked at his left ear, his expression turning sour.
"Need you shout so loudly? The whole neighbourhood probably heard you, you have no need to scream bloody murder," The blond man quipped as Reimei glared at Yoshikage.
"You're lying," Reimei spat as Yoshikage snapped his fingers. As he did, the two were transported into a bedroom of sorts. It had a TV, a bookshelf, a desk, and an open closet. It was nighttime right now, and someone was lying in the queen-sized bed. It was a blonde-haired girl, snoring as she slept. Her body was atop the blankets instead of underneath, passed out with a book covering her chest.
Reimei took one good look at the teenager and looked on with wide eyes. An aura surrounded the girl, split into threes. A Pink Aura, which was representing the Kira Family Lineage, a Blue Aura, which was representing The Joestar Family Lineage, and a Purple Aura, which was representing the Sugimoto Family Lineage.
"As you can see, I am not lying," Yoshikage said, causing Reimei to take a step back, disbelief strewn about on her face. "She is the result of our families mixing, though, for some strange reason, The Joestars are mixed in with our families. I wonder why that is…. Not that I care, mind you, but it is worth pointing out."
"N-No… that's not—"
"It's the truth. Deal with it, Reimei," Yoshikage interrupted her amidst her near-almost mental breakdown. He looked at her, almost with a sympathetic gleam in his eyes. The man crossed his arms and spoke. "You know what that now means, correct?"
"It means that… that our families are now bound… and that… and that…."
"If she does not continue the bloodline, seeing as there is only one other member of your family left, and seeing as she is the last remainder of my family, should that other person also die, and she dies before she can create some form of offspring… our souls will get erased from existence."
Reimei shuttered, as Yoshikage snapped his fingers yet again, taking them back to his domain. "Do you understand why I called you here, Reimei?" Yoshikage asked as the woman looked at the blond ghost with a hint of annoyance still strewn about in her eyes, though far less so this time around.
"To warn me of this…. But why? Why bother? What am I supposed to do with this information?" Reimei asked as Yoshikage's gaze grew dull, his expression shifting into a disappointed visage as he uncrossed his arms, and placed his hands in his suit pockets.
"What else would you do with this information, other than remember it, and use it? I can't keep watching over Yoshihara myself, you know. So, I ask you to step in from time to time. She is, of course, your descendant as well. Besides, it would be best if she had a more positive influence on her mind right now as it is, anyway. With all that's happened to her recently, I don't doubt for even a second that if she was given the right amount of push and shove, she could end up like me." As Yoshikage said that, Reimei scowled.
"And you would want that for her?" Reimei spat as Yoshikage scoffed.
"My life was one of the constant need to fulfill a paraphilia that grew worse day by day. It was nothing if not pure agony and chaos, looking back at it. I was a walking Calamity to those who I encountered. I would not wish that kind of life on anyone. Not even my greatest of enemies. Not even that blasted Jotaro Kujo or that rapscallion Josuke Higashikata, much less my descendant, my flesh and blood," Yoshikage stated firmly as Reimei's expression softened, for even but a moment.
"That… is surprisingly nice of you, Yoshikage…" Reimei said as she shook her head. "When we were younger. When you were but a boy, was it true? Were the rumours about you true? That your mother…."
"We speak not of her," Yoshikage growled. "She was a wench and a whore. For all I care, may what remains of her festering spirit rot. She was evil for the sake of it. She was not plagued by illness like most of my family. She married into the family for money and bled my father dry. When he died of his condition, she left me to fend for myself. I blame her for my hatred of the opposite sex when I was older," The blond man spat, his nose shrivelled in disgust.
"I see…" Reimei said, before shaking her head slightly. "Don't think for a moment that my opinion on you's changed. You're still the reason for my premature death, and I will never view you as anything other than my killer, you got that?" Reimei barked as Yoshikage scoffed.
"And it seems you haven't changed one bit since we went to school. Ever the Tsundere, are you?" Yoshikage quipped as Reimei gasped, huffing, before storming out of his domain and slamming the door on her way out. Yoshikage smirked. Ah, yes, those were the good old days. If only he could be born once again.
"Ah, to hell with that fantasy. This is my punishment, but a rather fitting one, I suppose. Like my father before me, I will watch over you, Yoshihara. My wonderful Great Great-Granddaughter," Yoshikage thought as he sat back down in his chair, resting his arms against them as he yawned. He closed his eyes, and rested from the long day he had….
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[Two Weeks before the Sports Festival]
Returning to classes on Monday was something that Yoshihara slightly dreaded, and she had plenty of reason as to why that was. Even when she was passing people in the street, despite keeping her head low, she could see the scathing looks she had been getting. It was annoying, people judging her for something that she wasn't given the choice but to do. The other two deaths? The Girl and Death Arms? Those could've been avoided, that she knew.
After some thinking, Yoshihara knew that she couldn't allow herself to let those two deaths go unpunished. She had already punished herself for that one—for the last two days, she had refused to eat anything. It was the least she could do. Today was the first day that she had eaten anything for two days, and it showed.
Her arms were thinner than they were before, and her face looked a lot more sunken than before. It wasn't all that noticeable had one never seen her before, but for someone like, say, Izuku, it was clear as day to notice that she had been skipping her meals. Although, again, it was the least she could've done, save for doing something worse.
However, regardless of what she did to atone, she knew that, for the most part, no one would accept that kind of apology. She had committed one of the worst crimes any human could commit, and that was to end the life of another—even if that life was a waste of oxygen. The blonde had seen what the news sites had been spreading, and after two whole days of it going around, Yoshihara knew what it was. Anyone with a functional brain would know just by glancing at it.
It was a smear campaign. All of the articles repeated the same basic bullshit for days—a psychopathic murderer kills a woman in the middle of the street, along with Death Arms and a teenager, after the victim had "bravely defended herself." Later, the culprit was found to be a hero course student Kira Yoshihara. Police have commented that due to a controversial law that has yet to be removed she would go free without any charges. Some of the articles even had the gall to say that they 'reached out for a comment,' when no such attempt was made.
Of course, nobody knew the actual truth, and nobody wanted to know the truth of the situation. All they wanted was someone to hate, and if that was what they wanted, then she would let them have their cake and eat it too. If they wanted a target to hate, then so be it.
There was nothing more in the world that Yoshihara Kira hated than the news media. They always blew things out of proportion—even the whole Stand Bullet attack nonsense. Yes, two hundred people were attacked, but claiming there were no survivors? Hell, she had seen one news article say something about how the Government was doing it for "population control" or some crazy conspiracy theorist wack-job nonsense.
There was such a thing as knowing one's limits. It was clear that the media did not of what that was. And now, she was in their scopes, with the crosshairs lined up with her face in the center. They now had a "juicy story" to spread and a mindset to make her out to be the worst thing since the last major villain attack.
"Fucking vultures…." Yoshihara thought, glaring at the gates of U.A. High. Several people from a variety of different classes who were at the front gates stopped whatever they were doing and looked at her. Almost like they knew that she would show up at any moment if she hadn't already.
What she was met with were scowls, and narrowed eyes—any nasty look you could think of, it was there, and in no short supply either. As she passed by the silent crowd of glares and murmurs, it didn't take long for someone to speak up after recognizing her.
"MURDERER!"
As soon as that one voice called out in the crowd, everyone who hadn't been paying attention to Yoshihara was now, looking in the direction of whom the voice was directed, while Yoshihara made eye contact with the person who shouted out their call to action.
The person in question was a student with dark brown hair, the colour nearing black rather than brown, with short twin pigtails, and an average appearance for a high school girl—flat-faced, brown-eyed, and with a modest figure. There really wasn't much else to say about the girl, other than she was glaring at Yoshihara with hate in her eyes. "A PERSON LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE! YOU SHOULD BE IN TARTARUS FOR SEPARATING A FAMILY, YOU BASTARD!" The girl said, screaming at her as several people joined in on the chanting of "murderer" over and over again.
Yoshihara ignored them, at least, she tried to, until the teen who started the chanting, full of herself, said something she really shouldn't have. "YEAH, DO YOU HEAR THAT, YOU MONSTER! EVERYONE AGREES THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE! YOU KILLED AN INNOCENT WOMAN, SHE DID NOTHING WRONG AND YOU KILLED HER!"
Yoshihara stopped dead in her tracks, the chanting getting louder and louder as that one sentence looped over and over in her head. She knew that nobody knew who Yoshikawa Kira was—a name that hadn't once shown up in the newspapers at all, only referring to her as the 'innocent passerby' on the street.
But if they knew even a tenth of what Yoshikawa had put her through. If they knew even a smidge of the pain that that dredge of a woman forced her to suffer through. If they even so much as caught wind of the heinous acts and atrocities that that horrible sack of shit forced her daughter to do… they would've understood why Yoshihara murdered that woman.
But of course, that world did not exist. Rather, she was stuck in a world where no one bothered to ask questions and chose to believe the news media over their reasoning.
Yoshihara wasn't one for public outbursts, not unless someone threatened her or attacked her, verbally or otherwise. But, she could make the exception, at least this one time. Her eyes narrowed, and that was when it hit them all.
Killing Intent.
Not from someone in the crowd, but from Yoshihara herself. Immediately, everyone in the crowd had been silenced by the sheer pressure she gave off. It was like something collectively grabbed them by their throats and squeezed. The blonde-haired Stand user slowly turned her head toward the person who started the chanting and walked over to her.
The twin pigtailed-haired girl's eyes widened with fright, but just before Yoshihara could finish closing the distance between the brunette, someone came between them. The person in question was a boy with a massive chin, and a rather muscular build, and stood at about 6 feet, 3 inches. "If you want to hurt her, you damned murderer, you'll have to go through me!" The boy said, his voice intimidating, causing a few people to snicker.
"There's no way she can stand up to him, hero course or not!"
"Yeah, Tsutsutaka and his Quirk, Damage, could destroy her!"
"KICK HER ASS, AGOYAMOTO!"
There was a brief amount of silence between Yoshihara and Tsutsutaka, the smaller girl behind him smirking. As all of the chants and cheers of his name skyrocketed, his ego inflated, and he began to taunt Yoshihara. "Lost all yer bravado now, have you! Just what I thought, bastards like you only pick on the weak! I—"
"Move," was all Yoshihara replied with, as Killer Queen appeared behind her and grabbed the teen by the face before slamming him down sideways into the ground, the concrete cracking as he hit it, whilst blood flowed freely from the boy's face. The teen went limp from unconsciousness, and the pigtailed teen wilted almost immediately. Gasps erupted throughout the place as a few of the watchers ran over to see if the boy was alright.
The girl, the one who riled everyone up, the same girl who now looked like she was about to shit herself, stared up at Yoshihara, suddenly feeling shorter than she really was.
Fear danced over her face as she shook, a majority of the students standing stock still, the only ones moving in to help to be the ones who got the big guy out of there before any more harm could be done.
After witnessing the tallest boy there outside of the hero course get slammed into the ground with ease by someone smaller than them, albeit with something they thought to be a psychic Quirk, caused the rest of them to stand stock still, not bothering to help the poor, innocent girl that was about to be attacked by Yoshihara.
At least, that was what everyone else thought.
"Innocent, you say?" Yoshihara said, her dead, cold eyes void of any sort of sympathy or remorse as she stared into the brunette's soul. Nevertheless, the teen tried to look tough, despite her shaking body and her terrified visage.
"Y-Yeah! Y-You—"
"Does nearly killing me in the privacy of my home sound like an innocent person to you?" Yoshihara spat, interrupting the teen, her gaze now turning into a glare. The brunette took a step back, but Yoshihara simply took a step forward, not letting the teen back away. "You want to know the full story behind it, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten this murderer's attention, right?" The blonde-haired teen growled, only for a hand to land on her shoulder before the situation could escalate any further.
As Yoshihara looked over her shoulder, she was met with Josefumi. "It's not worth it, Kira-san, let's get to class," the pompadour-haired boy stated, his expression unreadable. Yoshihara nodded, Killer Queen returning to her person. She had told Josefumi about the whole thing yesterday, leaving out the bit that Yoshikawa was her birth mother, including leaving out her last name.
After she got to Aizawa's to spend the night due to Love Deluxe being out of commission for a week, the teen had called her to ask for the whole story. Apparently, the news machine worked quickly, the first article getting up 30 minutes after the incident was over. It was almost commendable just how fast the news media got out a story—if only it hadn't been a slanderous one, then maybe she would've found it more impressive.
After she had explained everything to Josefumi, the boy turned around and told Izuku, who then told Uraraka and Ida, seeing as those two had been getting close to the boy and even had each other's numbers for quick communication. Karera also told Mina and Kirishima what happened as well as a few members of 1 – B that whom she had become friends.
At least she'd have people who understood what had happened. Maybe Mina and Kirishima told the rest of the members of Class 1 – A, or maybe they didn't. Either way, Yoshihara didn't quite care. So long as at least some of the people knew why she did what she did, the blonde didn't care what any of them thought.
The only thing that mattered to Yoshihara was that The Staff at U.A. knew the truth of the matter. And considering the fact that the staff were also made aware of what she did by Nedzu, who was also told the reason why she did what she did. Ergo, the staff was told about what truthfully happened that night.
So long as the people who knew her and were in charge of her future knew what happened that night, she couldn't care less what the public believed her to be. She couldn't care less about what the other pro heroes thought of her. They never met her, they don't know a damn thing about her, her struggles, what she had been through, and quite frankly, they didn't need to.
Walking past the crowd of murmurs and entering the building, Josefumi and Yoshihara made their way to class as quickly as they could, avoiding anyone they possibly could. Once they made it to the door, Josefumi slowly opened the door, slipping in with Yoshihara. As soon as she made her appearance everyone turned to look at her. Those who knew looked away immediately, and the rest who didn't simply stared.
Silence was all she was met with. Josefumi ushered her to her seat, and as she sat down beside Yaoyorozu, the ravenette looked at her with a glare. "Is it true?" The rich teen asked, making Yoshihara frown, twirling her newly acquired pencil in her hand.
"Is what true?" Yoshihara said, playing coy, making Yaoyorozu glower at her with an annoyed expression.
"Don't play coy with me. Did you murder that woman? Did you kill Death Arms? Did you kill that teenager who was helping that woman?" Yaoyorozu said, though this time, she spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her. This made Yoshihara sneer, her rage once more taking over her usually vacant eyes. Nobody else in the class said a word, they simply waited for a response. Yoshihara simply narrowed her eyes, stared Yaoyorozu into her eyes, and then spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yes. I did, but she was far from innocent, and Death Arms wasn't supposed to be there at the time, he got in the way, and it was regrettable that the child got in the way. I wish I could've avoided those two, but I didn't. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about it now, however, and what happened has happened, so I don't see a point in dwelling on it," Yoshihara replied. Just before Yaoyorozu, or anyone for that matter, could respond, Aizawa opened the door and walked inside, stood at the front of the class, the silent order for everyone to be seated made clear as everyone did just that.
"Good, I'm glad I didn't have to say anything this time. You lot are learning fast, that's good," Aizawa said, scanning the classroom before letting out a sigh. "Now, because of what occurred over the weekend, I feel like I should address the elephant in the room." The moment Aizawa finished his sentence, whispers and murmurs broke out between the ones who didn't know what had happened, while those who did know kept silent. After a split second of whispers and murmurs, Aizawa cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention, the whispers and murmurs ceasing as Aizawa huffed. "Good. Now, as I was saying—"
"Sensei!" Yaoyorozu spoke up, standing as she raised her hand to get his attention, causing Aizawa to pinch the bridge of his nose. He looked annoyed more than anything, but kept that to himself, as was evident when he spoke.
"Yes, Yaoyorozu, what is it?" Aizawa groaned, staring the ravenette in the eyes as the rich teen was about to speak her peace. She poised herself, standing up straight, and with a serious expression, she spoke what was on her mind.
"Why is Kira still here, and not in prison for what she has done?" Momo stated, echoing the thoughts of those who knew nothing about the situation, which had earned a few nods and murmurs of agreement. "She murdered not just one person, but three people, in broad daylight, in front of the police. Not just anyone, not a villain—which I would sort of understand if that had been the case—but a few innocent bystanders! She is not hero material, let alone safe for the public to be around, not only that but—"
"Enough," Aizawa interrupted, a stern tone in his voice, glancing at Yoshihara, who had been scowling. Yaoyorozu stopped speaking, opting for a slightly confused and shocked expression before shaking her head.
"Yes, Sensei," Momo said, sitting down, side glancing at Yoshihara with a slight glare. Aizawa took a sweeping glance around everyone in the class before then sighing.
"Now, as I was going to say before I was interrupted. I know that many people here are curious as to why Yoshihara is still a part of Class 1 – A. Normally, I would be inclined to agree that she does not deserve to be here, especially after seemingly killing those people," Aizawa began, crossing his arms and as he leaned against his desk, earning everyone's attention. "However," Aizawa continued, cracking his neck side to side to get rid of a cramp that had been bothering him. "As we all know, the media tends to lie about certain things and leave out details to cause an uproar, and to generate more sales of their magazines. It would seem that all of you have yet to learn that lesson, and, so long as Yoshihara is okay with me sharing what happened that night…" Aizawa stopped, looking at Yoshihara.
The blonde-haired teen, looked down at her legs, her shoulders tensing before shaking her head. She wasn't comfortable with Aizawa airing her dirty laundry. The shaggy-haired teacher nodded. "Very well. If you want the full story about what happened, you'll have to go out of your way to ask her. However, that being said, keep what I said in mind. There is a much greater story out there compared to what the media will try and spin. Now, with that being said…."
Classes began shortly after the fact, not that Yoshihara had minded all that much. The first two classes were boring, nothing much of note happened. There were a few times were Yaoyorozu would glare at her but do nothing more than that. Not that she cared all that much, glares never scared her, especially from those without Stands. They meant absolutely nothing to her.
Now, at lunchtime, that was a completely different story. When the bell rang out for lunch to begin, and just as the teacher for the class, Ectoplasm, left the room, everyone turned to look at her. "Great, it's going to be one of those days, isn't it," Yoshihara thought, frowning. She observed everyone looking at her, noticing that those who knew about what happened that night were looking at her hoping that she would explain herself, while the others simply glared at her.
"Well, they're expecting something, so… here goes nothing," Yoshihara thought, sighing. "That woman I murdered was not innocent. I cannot elaborate any more than that. As for the hero and the civilian, I have already made it clear that they were complete accidents. My Quirk experienced an… awakening of sorts, and that particular part of my Quirk was solely focused on making sure I was safe, above all else. Truly, what happened to Death Arms and Kasumi Atanabe were complete accidents. And as for that woman… I am not comfortable about going into detail what my motives were. So please, at the very least, respect that," Yoshihara explained, as the class stared at her with unreadable expressions.
She had gone out of her way to learn the name of the teenager she had inadvertently killed, Kasumi Atanabe. Apparently, she had aspirations of being a Hero, and it was ended because of her. It stung to know that she was responsible for the death of a truly innocent person. She had personally apologized to the family and did her best to explain what had happened.
Much to her shock, the parents sort of understood the situation she had been in. That didn't mean they fully forgave her, but they were glad they got some sort of reasoning as to why their daughter had died. For compensation, Nemuri paid them over 50 Million Yen. It wasn't much, but they seemed more than happy about it.
It wasn't enough to replace their daughter, that much Yoshihara knew, but it was better than nothing. That was how she saw it, anyway.
Going back to the death of her mother, she was truthfully uncomfortable talking about her. Who wouldn't be, given her situation? Besides, no one needed to know the finer details. She learned from personal experience that if you told someone too much they would try to undermine what really happened in favour of what they thought happened.
The last thing she wanted them to know was that she was abused. Call it petty, but she'd rather not re-live her past traumas just so that people she didn't know would see her as an innocent person who was forced to do what she had to do.
Unfortunately, for some people, that wasn't a satisfactory enough answer for them.
"You're not comfortable with it, huh?" Kaminari spoke up, glaring at her as he approached her desk, getting within poking distance of the Stand User. "I bet that woman wasn't comfortable when you punched through her chest and crushed her heart, now was she?" The electric blond spat, earning a scowl from Yoshihara.
"If you do not back out of my face right now, Denki Kaminari, I will make you," the blonde Stand User replied, narrowing her eyes as she met his glare with a glare of her own. The electric blond leaned in closer, baring his teeth with anger that almost rivalled Yoshihara's, on a good day, that is.
"I'm sorry, I don't respect people who kill the innocent and get away with—"
Without a single warning, in the view of everyone in the class, something grabbed Kaminari by the neck, indicated by the finger indents making themselves known on his neck. To those who could see and or who knew exactly what it was, their eyes widened. Kaminari was floating in mid-air to most people, all the while Yoshihara was glowing in a deep purple aura. The electric blond was violently thrown back to his desk, breaking the wooden table as soon as he hit it, making him groan in pain. The electric Quirk user was dazed after that as Yoshihara returned Killer Queen to her person.
"I told you I would make you move if you didn't move, Kaminari. Next time, it will be worse," Yoshihara spat, fixing the tie that belonged to the U.A. uniform that she wore. "But if you're smart, there won't be a next time." It was then that Yoshihara did a once-over of the entire class, and then, addressed them.
"Let me make this clear to you all now. I do not give a shit about what any of you think of me. You can call me whatever you want—a monster, a murderer, a villain—none of that matters to me. But the moment you try and get in my face… well, you all saw what happened to Kaminari, right? I don't think any of you want to end up like him."
Once more, Josefumi simply shook his head in defeat, which Yoshihara saw. There was a buzzing in her blazer pocket. She already knew it was Josefumi, so she nodded to him, the silent acknowledgement received. "Now, if you excuse me, I have places to be," the blonde stated, leaving the classroom without a single word from any of the other members of Class 1 – A.
Josefumi quickly followed after her not a moment later, catching up to the blond as they walked the halls. "Do you have a death wish?!" Josefumi whisper-shouted, causing Yoshihara to roll her eyes. "You do realize that now a majority of the class hates you, and you only made it worse!" The pompadour-haired teen said, looking at her with a worried expression.
For her part, the blonde-haired teen shrugged, standing in line with the boy as she grabbed a tray for the cafeteria food, following it up by slipping out a 2000 yen bill to pay for the meal. "And as I said in the classroom, I do not care what the others think of me. If they want the truth, as Aizawa told them, they'll have to come to me and ask. I'm more than willing to give them the rundown if they do so. I'm not going to try and convince a group of people who don't want to be convinced of anything. Until then, they can think what they want to think."
As she finished, she placed her tray in front of the worker, who placed a bowl of piping hot Katsudon, Terikayi side, and a small bowl of rice in each quadrant. Yoshihara thanked them, gave them their owed money, and then moved to sit at a table near the back, where Josefumi soon followed with his food. Not a moment later, Karera showed up along with Izuku, Ochako, and Ida.
There was a brief stint of silence at the table as everyone ate at their own pace. The silence was broken, however, when Izuku spoke up. "Uh… Kira, I wanted to ask, but…. Why didn't you tell everyone what, you know actually happened? With that crazy lady breaking into your house to kill you?" The green-haired teen commented, earning a nod from Ochako.
"Yeah! That, and I think throwing Kaminari with… uh, what did you say that thing was called you have?" Ochako questioned as Yoshihara sighed, swallowing the food in her mouth.
"It's called a Stand, and I've named it Killer Queen. Yes, I am aware that is the name of a pre-quirk era song, one of my favourites, might I add, and no, I don't care," Yoshihara said, summoning it behind her, to which it stretched like a cat, and scooted under the table, and curled up into a ball like that of a cat. Josefumi couldn't help but snicker at what he saw, before cluing back into the conversation.
"As for why I sent Kaminari flying, it was to prove a point. If someone from our class is going to be stupid enough to get in my face about something, they better be prepared to get thrown across a room. And since no one in our class outside of myself and Josefumi can actually attack Killer Queen or properly defend themselves from it, them fighting back is far less possible," Yoshihara explained, taking another bite out of her Katsudon.
Karera snickered to herself, chomping into a meaty burger that she had requested from Lunch Rush. "You know," Karera chewed out, swallowing before giving a mute apology. "As much as I agree with you, Kira-san, you should still tell your class what happened. I mean, I don't know about you, but with how competitive this whole Hero thing is, and with how Class 1 – B has been acting to the news that someone in 1 – A is an actual murderer—outside of the people I told—having as many allies on your side as possible would be better in the long run. Just a thought," Karera suggested, taking another bite out of her burger.
"True as that may be, I'll say it once, and I'll say it again; if they want to know, they'll come to me. Seeing as no one has even bothered to try and find me since lunch began, I think that's rather telling enough, don't you think?" Yoshihara said, crossing her arms. "To put it simply, if they wanted to know the truth, they would've come to find me by now. In reality, they just wanted to confirm their own biases. This is why I hate the media. I never believe a damn thing they say unless I have seen proof of their claims to back it up," Yoshihara stated, shrugging as she went to take another bite out of her Katsudon, having Killer Queen return to her in the process.
"Well, well, well! Look who the cat dragged in!" An unknown voice echoed toward their table, which only made Karera groan.
"Not him…." Karera bemoaned, rolling her eyes as she put down her hamburger. Everyone had been confused at what she meant by that when a boy with short blond hair walked up to the table, his blue eyes radiating with contempt as they stared at Yoshihara. He wore the male uniform that U.A. mandated that every guy was to wear, though his tie had a clock pin on it.
"If it isn't 1 – A's resident serial killer! And you're mingling with one of our class's top students?! How pathetic! Do you seriously think that by doing that you'll get into anybody's good books, hmmm?" the boy spat, almost giving Yoshihara a migraine.
"Monoma, I mean this with all the respect I can give you, but can you please go away? My friends and I are trying to have lunch together, and—"
"Friends?!" Monoma interrupted, glaring at the green-and-black-haired girl with what looked like betrayal. "You mean to tell me you're friends with a bunch of 1 – A losers and a murderer!" The blond said, scoffing. "Come now, that's the biggest joke of the century, I—" Before he was allowed to continue his sentence, Josefumi had stood up during his little rant, approached him, and grabbed him by his collar, lifting the 5'6 boy off the ground to meet Josefumi's 5'10 eye line. The blond-haired boy gasped when he was raised off the ground, staring into the annoyed eyes of the Kujo family's son.
"Listen here, dweeb. She's dating one of those losers, that being me. She asked you to leave, and you didn't. Now I'm telling you to fuck off before I do something you're going to regret, got it?" Josefumi spat, dropping the blond to the ground, who then scrambled away, hurling insults at the pompadour-having teen, who simply let out a huff of indignation.
Karera smiled, a small blush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Fumi-kun," the teen said, earning a kiss on the forehead from him, taking his seat next to her once more. Ochako giggled as Ida recoiled slightly, shaking his head.
"I've never understood romance, and I never will," Ida said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, it has no reason to be in a school for heroics. Romance should be focused on after the fact!" Ida stated, earning an eye roll from Josefumi.
"We were together before U.A., Ida-kun. It wasn't like we hadn't been together for more than a month. Oh, Kira-san. I got the invite from Kayama-san yesterday. We'd love to go, but it's mine and Karera's 2nd anniversary on that day, so we'll have to pass," Josefumi explained, a small smile on his face as Yoshihara nodded.
"I understand. Thank you for telling me in advance. Honestly, I don't even know why she's doing this anyway. She really doesn't have to," Yoshihara replied as Ochako looked on in confusion.
"An invite from… Midnight-sensei?" Ochako questioned, tilting her head, a confused expression on her face as the brunette looked at Yoshihara. "What do they mean, Kira-san?" The brunette asked as Yoshihara sighed.
"Oh, yeah. I suppose I should've said this on day one, but I didn't want to sound arrogant. Nemuri Kayama, or as you know her, Midnight, is my… adopted Mother," Yoshihara said, causing Ida and Ochako's jaws to drop wide.
"Y-You're adopted!" Ida exclaimed, though tried to keep his voice down as much as possible. "And by a pro hero, no less! Not to say I have no experience with that, my whole family is a group of pro heroes, retired or otherwise, but still. May I ask how you came to be adopted by her?" Ida asked as Yoshihara shook her head.
"No. I'm… not comfortable saying," Yoshihara replied, picking up a strip of Teriyaki chicken with her chopsticks and popping it in her mouth. Ida nodded, adjusting his glasses.
"My apologies if I brought up a touchy subject, Kira-san. I will refrain from it again," Ida said, bowing his head as Yoshihara felt a bead of sweat fall down the side of her head.
"So formal… even more so than I am at times," Yoshihara thought, smirking to herself as she swallowed the chewed-up food in her mouth. "That's fine, Ida-kun. At least you apologized," the blonde stated as Ida raised his head, and then continued his meal.
The rest of lunch, as well as the proceeding classes all but interesting. She still received glares from others in the halls, as well as in her class, but it hardly bothered her. However, it wasn't until the end of the day that things got… interesting. The bell for after school sounded, and when Ochako opened the door to their classroom, that was when it happened.
Chatter. There was a lot of talking, a lot of nonsense, and a whole lot of students standing in the way, all coming from different classes. As soon as Yoshihara saw them all, she was almost tempted to turn around, open up one of the fourth-storey windows, and try her luck with jumping out of one of those rather than wade her way through all of that.
That was, until, she felt a tug on her chest coming from within the crowd, and when Josefumi looked at her with a serious expression, she knew exactly what that meant, and she knew from experience it wasn't good. There was only one thing it could be, and that was fairly obvious to anyone with a functional brain.
There were Stand Users in that crowd.
She could feel more than just one within the crowd, as could Josefumi. It was at that point when Yoshihara bared the brunt of the number of people in the clump of people, and glared them all down, trying to find the black sheep in the herd. She could count four of them—three, actually, because she saw some people from Class 1 – B, which meant that Karera was them. All of the Stand Users were most likely in the back of the crowd, and most likely a part of a group. If not, then it was a coincidence.
"Whoaa…" Ochako muttered, stiff as a board in shock. "W-What's going on?!" the brunette stammered as Ojiro rubbed the back of his neck.
"What do you think they're here for?" The tail Quirk user asked as Bakugo scoffed
"Two things. Scooping out the competition, or, they're here for the psycho," The blond bomber spat, glancing over his shoulder at Yoshihara. "Ya know, the bastard who killed someone? That might have somethin' to do with it. Whatever," Bakugo rumbled, approaching the crowd. "That, and we're the ones who survived that villain attack. Makes sense they'd want to take a look before the Sports Festival."
As Bakugo made his way to the door, he glowered at them all, snarling in the process. "No point, though. Move aside, cannon fodder!" The blond boy shouted, causing Ida to reprimand the boy, despite knowing that it would do nothing to stop him from calling people names. As soon as he was finished reprimanding the blond, that was when the feeling in Yoshihara's chest got tighter, as a voice made itself known at the back of the crowd.
"It's true. We came to get a look, but you sure are modest. Are all the kids in the hero course like this one?" The voice spoke up, a few prickles of purple hair sticking out in the back as the person made their way to the front of the crowd, shoving past others in the process. As soon as he did, though, Yoshihara's eyes widened ever-so-slightly at the boy's appearance.
He… kind of looked like Aizawa, if he had poofier hair, and if its colour was a deep shade of purple. Otherwise, he looked as if she was staring her teacher in the face for the fourth time today. However, that wasn't the only thing that made her pay attention to the boy. She could feel that connection that all Stand Users could feel, and for a split second, his eyes wandered to her, then went back to Bakugo.
"Gotta say, I'm a little disillusioned if this is what you're offering. Those of us who didn't make the hero course are stuck in General Studies and the other tracks. There're quite a few of us. Did you know that? Depending on the results of the Sports Festival, they might consider transferring us to the Hero Course. I understand the reverse is also possible for you. Scoping out the competition? For a General Studies kid like me, this'll be the perfect chance to knock you off your pedestals. Consider this a declaration of war."
As the purple-haired boy finished, his eyes wandered to Yoshihara once more, and then, a frown took up his visage. "Though, I'm surprised someone hasn't already been dropped out of the school and expelled. Especially after what the media said, am I right?" The boy stated, a cocky smirk on his face as Yoshihara glowered at him. Without thinking twice, the blond summoned Killer Queen by her side, and as soon as that happened, the boy's eyes widened. The Stand made a cutting motion with its thumb across its neck, before disappearing. At that moment, the boy faltered, visible fear on his face before he shook his head.
"Hmph, whatever. For now, I'm going to wait till the Sports Festival, and then, I'll steal one of your spots on top. May the best man win," the boy stated, to which at that point, Yoshihara finished scanning the crowd. Three more Stand Users were still left in the crowd, and she was pretty sure that at least one of them was Karera, so she didn't count, and this other boy knocked the first one off the list of unidentified Stand Users. So, in that case, who were the other two?
It was at this point when one of the students from 1 – B made themselves known, to which Yoshihara tuned them out. She approached the crowd, making a few of the students step back, while others held their ground. Yoshihara glared at those who didn't move, which then made them move, clearing a path for her.
Being known as a murderer had its props, she assumed. If people would part like the Red Sea at her appearance, well, why bother to repair her status when people simply moved for you? That was far better than others hounding someone because they were in the hero course.
"Perhaps this would be better for me. People staying out of my way… and I'm going to be an underground hero, it would be better if I don't attract attention to myself. Maybe killing that bitch was the best decision in my life, amongst other things," Yoshihara thought, a small smirk on her face as she calmly walked down the hallway, hands in her pockets as she walked.
After all, why would she need to worry about people following her for their self-gain? Even if they did follow her and attack her, well, Killer Queen could just atomize them without a second thought. After all, no one would miss a General Studies student, right? Maybe their parents would, but—
"No, stop thinking like that. Don't fall into that mindset. You're supposed to prove them wrong, not do the opposite and become a serial killer, dumbass." As Yoshihara finished that thought, she frowned, rounding the corner without any hesitation.
Little had she known that she had been followed by someone in the crowd, and they had been doing a pretty good job at it, too, seeing as she hadn't noticed them, either.
It all came to a head as soon as she exited the building, and just as she was about to leave the campus to head to Aizawa's where she was currently living until Love Deluxe was finished going through its repairs, she felt someone grab onto her shoulder. She turned around almost instantly, and what she was met with confused her. It confused her because she had never seen this person before in her life.
The person in question was female, and around the same height as herself, if not a little bit taller—around 5'6—and she had dark green hair. She was wearing yellow lipstick, and her skin was ghostly pale. Her eyes were light green, and for a split second, she thought that the person was a distant relative of Izuku, though she crossed that thought out of her head as soon as she could. Sticking out of her hair was a golden pen pin, and on her jacket collar was a music note.
Yoshihara frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as she did, staring the verdant teen in the eyes. "I don't think we know each other. What do you want?" Yoshihara questioned as the verdant teen scowled. She removed her hand from her shoulder, and as soon as she did, they spoke.
"That is true, we do not know each other, Kira Yoshihara. That last name, Kira, my family is very familiar with it. My Great-Grandfather fought yours, and if the headlines are to be believed, then the fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree, killing random women and the such," the teen spat, narrowing her eyes. Yoshihara wasn't sure whether or not the teen was going to do something, because otherwise, this conversation would've been a complete waste of time.
"Look, I don't have time to—"
And that was when it hit her like a freight train. That same tug on her chest Yoshihara felt back when she looked at the purple-haired boy. It appeared here now, and it was closer than ever before. She stared at the girl in front of her, and once again, that tightness in her chest skyrocketed. Her eyes widened, and the girl smirked.
"Oh, it seems you've noticed the connection. That's great. I'm not going to fight you here, Kira Yoshihara because I know I'd be at a disadvantage. If I'm going to live up to my great-grandfather, then I'm going to do so in style. After all, my Stand is meant for close-ranged bouts anyway. That, and where no better spot to beat you than at the Sports Festival?" The teen said, smirking.
At this point, Yoshihara could feel the sweat drip from her forehead. The air pressure around her got tense. The sheer malice radiating off from the slightly taller teenager made her fingers twitch, and her forehead pulse. As soon as she steeled her nerves, she popped the question. "Just who are you?"
"Who am I?" The teen asked, her smirk widening into a manic smile. "Why, you can call me Heimei Kishibe. The great, granddaughter, and the former great-grandson, of the superb Rohan Kishibe! I'm going to enjoy destroying you, Kira, and then, I'm going to take your place in the hero course. After all, a murderer doesn't deserve that spot, only true heroes do, and see myself becoming a great hero, not you!" The green-haired teen spat, her smirk widening.
Yoshihara scoffed, turning her back on the Kishibe. "I see. Well, I hope you have the skills to back that up, Kisibe, because if you don't, then I'll show you why they call me a Killer," Yoshihara smirked, although, before she left, she turned around and with a blank expression on her face, she asked a question. It seemed redundant, but it was only polite to ask this Heimei person. "Before I leave, your pronouns. You mentioned you were once Rohan's grandson. I take it you transitioned, so please, if you would," Kira mentioned as Kishibe scoffed.
"Hmph, She/her, I transitioned to a girl for a reason. Doesn't matter, I don't care if you respect me or not, I just wanted to make my declaration of war. This isn't over, Kira. I'm going to make you regret breathing!" The greenette said, shoving past Kira with a grunt, causing Yoshihara to scoff.
"Stuck up asshole, I hope she chokes on something," Yoshihara thought, storming off away down the street to catch the train to the station by Aizawa's house. Today was a long day, and she was NOT having another run-in with someone else right now. She had better things to attend to, anyway.
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Josefumi sat beside Karera in the convertible that they both owned, hanging his arm over the door, watching the others walk home or to the train station. As he watched everyone head for home, he had one thought on his mind. In fact, he was pretty sure that everyone had the same thought dancing around in their head, but he digressed.
The Sports Festival.
The Sports Festival was something he was kind of excited about, but then again, who wasn't? You had to have something wrong with you if you were excited about The Sports Festival. Every year he would tune in to watch it with his father and cheer on those who they thought to have the lowest chance of winning—after all, Josefumi was a big fan of The Underdog in any situation he could see himself routing for one.
But now, things were different. This year, he wasn't going to watch it with his father. His father was going to be watching him, which made him all the more excited for this year's Sports Festival. He could finally show his father the fruits of his labour after training his Stand for combat.
This year, it was a chance to show the world what he could truly do, a chance to show everyone what the Great-Great Grandson of Jotaro Kujo could do; even if back then he wasn't recognized as a hero for the feats he was able to pull off, he was nowadays, and many people hailed him for his Time Stop power.
The more Josefumi thought about it, he could see Jotaro rolling in his grave. The man never liked to be idolized, and for this to happen to him after death, he could just hear the man complaining about it, at least, according to what his Great-Grandma Jolyne had said anyway.
Of course, his ability wasn't nearly as flashy as his other ancestors, but he was still powerful in his own right. Bubbles could be scary, especially when they remove things from whatever they popped on. However, when those Stand Users appeared in the crowd, he got a little worried. He knew that the purple-haired boy was a Stand User and that Karera was in the crowd, but that other third and fourth mysterious force, neither of which hadn't come from Yoshihara was what worried him.
He couldn't waste time finding them, he had other things to worry about. He had someone waiting for him at his apartment, someone who promised to help him make better use of his Spin. At first, he was nervous—especially considering who they were—but he steeled his nerves and prepared for the harshest two weeks he'd have to endure.
"So…." Karera began, waiting for a red light to turn green as she relaxed in her seat. "How's Aizawa for a teacher?"
Josefumi hummed, bringing his arm back into the vehicle, and shoving his hand into his pocket. "He's a bit of a prick, but he means well. I did some information digging on him after the first day. He had a bit of a spat with the police when he was 9 years old over a misconception, but other than that, his record is clean," Josefumi said, crossing his arms as the light turned green.
Karera sighed, pressing down on the gas pedal as she drove forward. "That's not what I meant, Fumi-kun, and you know it. I mean how is he as a teacher," Karera said, a tinge of annoyance in her tone. In the same second, she stomped on the brakes as someone cut her off. She slammed her right hand on the horn, flipped them off, then shouted at them. "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! LEARN TO DRIVE!" Karera spat out in English, shaking her head. Josefumi felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead.
"You tell'em, babe…."
"Anyways," Karera's tone of voice immediately shifted to something more cheerful, speeding up to catch up to traffic and not piss anyone off behind her. "So, let's try this again. How is he as a teacher? He has to be better than Vlad King, right? Don't get me wrong, the guy is good at being a teacher, but he's a bit obnoxious if you ask me," Karera said, glancing over to Josefumi, who simply shook his head.
"There's nothing really to talk about. He's strict, likes pop quizzes and pushes people to their limits all the time. He knows about Stand Users but also knows how we hid our Stands to be Quirks. Outside of that, he's just your normal homeroom teacher," Josefumi said, causing Karera to frown, turning on her left turn signal, then taking said left turn.
"Talk about anti-climatic. I would've thought that he would be a bit better than that, you know?" Karera said, disappointment in her tone of voice, driving down a straightaway. The rest of the ride was largely silent, outside of Karera shouting at others for their horrible driving in English so they couldn't understand what she was saying.
She always had road rage, but it never got to the point where she jumped out of the car to beat the other person up. He had seen his father do that on numerous occasions, but even then, it was always just a simple slap unless the other person continued the fight; which normally never happened. Still, it was always a treat to watch his girlfriend shout at people for cutting her off, or hell, for just being slow and or bad at driving.
It was rare that Karera ever lashed out at anyone, and when she did, it was usually for a good reason. He had seen on several occasions that she would straight-up curb-stomp someone if they decided that teasing her choice of clothing was a good idea. He had to wipe people's memories of her face before just to make sure she didn't go to jail for what she did—because otherwise, she would've been in a jail cell for attempted murder twice by the time the year was over.
Interestingly enough, Karera would never raise a hand to him, even if he did something that she really, really didn't like, or if he shouted at her because he was having a bad day—something he would always lament an hour or so after it happened—she would never hit him, or attempt to argue with him. He liked that, most people wouldn't have stuck by him otherwise.
As they pulled up to the apartment building, Karera spoke up for the first time in an hour. "So, Fumi-kun, who exactly did you say was coming over to help you train?" the green and black-haired teen asked as the pompadour-haired teen huffed.
"Trust me, you'll know once you see him. He's hard to miss," Josefumi stated, Karera finishing parallel parking in front of the building as the two got out. As soon as they did, Josefumi saw someone sitting underneath a tree, eating an apple with his head down low. "Speak of the devil and he shall cometh," the boy said, catching the person's attention.
The person in question was wearing a circular brim hat, a pair of goggles sitting atop the brim of the hat mostly for decoration rather than for any real use. He was wearing a black bodysuit with brown pants overtop his legs, fastened to the lower half of them by cowboy boots. Keeping his pants up was a belt with two slabs of green metal with hand motifs, both of which pointed to his crotch. The top half of the body suit had green diagonal lines running through them, and even with his grey aging hair, he still had a youthful look to him.
To the person's right was a younger, blond-haired boy who stood with his arms crossed, his greenish-blue eyes gleaming in the sunset. He wore more normal clothing, that being a black unzipped hoodie with a shirt that said "Spin it to win it" in English. He also wore black shorts but still had the cowboy boots that the other guy wore.
The man slowly stood up, revealing the patches of yellow hair on his chin, and as soon as his sharp green eyes met Josefumi's blue ones, the man smiled, revealing his teeth to say "Go! Go! Zeppelli!" At his full height, the man stood at 6'1, and on the sides of his shirt, Josefumi saw two satchels that held green Steel Balls in them.
"Nyo-ho. Finally, I get to see my best friend's grandson again. It's been… what? A decade now?" the man said, approaching the teen with a smile. "And Johnny told me you can use The Spin, which makes this visit more than just a friendly one," the man said, motioning the young boy to follow him. "And speaking of Grandsons, I know you two are particularly close if my memory serves me correctly after all these years," the man said, causing the teen beside him to smile.
"You got that right, gramps," the blond boy stated, and as soon as that happened, Josefumi and the other boy embraced each other.
"You Son of a bitch!" Josefumi greeted as the blond laughed.
"You're damn right! Been far too long, JoJo!" The blond said, the two teens patting each other's backs. Karera raised an eyebrow, clearing her throat, and catching the two's attention.
"I hate to break things up, but, uh, who is that guy?" Karera said, pointing at the old man, and then pointing to the younger boy, "And who're you?" The con artist questioned, crossing her arms as Josefumi chuckled.
"You never told her about me?! Sheesh dude, and here I thought you wouldn't have forgotten," The blond said, shaking his head as Josefumi sighed.
"C'mon, can you blame me, especially with all that's been going on in the world, as well as finally getting accepted into U.A., it's just been a long month for me. I'm also surprised that Mar isn't here, either. But I guess she had better things to do," Josefumi said, earning a pat on the shoulder from the older man. The old man smirked, looking over to Karera with a warming smile before outstretching his hand for a handshake.
"Sorry about that, young lady. I guess my old age has caused me to forget my manners. My name's Julius Caeser Zeppelli, but I hate that name, so call me Gyro. And this…." Gyro began, snagging the boy over to his side and wrapping him in an arm lock, "….is my apprentice, as well as my Grandson, Georgio Antonio Zepelli, the heir to Zeppelli fortune, and Josefumi's best friend from Elementary school when he lived in America. But you can call him Gio," Gyro said, causing the boy to groan loudly.
"NO! DON'T! I HATE THAT NAME!" Georgio cried out, trying to wrestle his way out of the headlock he was in. He was able to get himself out of it, to which he smacked the old man's back, making him recoil forward. "That's what you get, Jerkass! Don't call me Gio! Please, if you really want to call me a nickname, call me Gyro. That suits me better anyway, way better than this old fart, at least" Georgio said, rubbing the back of his neck as the real Gyro frowned.
"Hmph, I guess you and your father do share one thing in common, and that's your abrasive attitude," Gyro said, causing the boy to roll his eyes, blowing a bubble from what Josefumi assumed to be bubblegum. "Anyways, introductions aside, I brought him here to help teach you the basics before I go into the lessons. We only have two weeks before the Sports Festival, so hopefully, you'll come out of this with the ability to win the games," Gyro stated, grabbing one of the Steel Balls in his hand and smiling.
"W-What a minute, a-aren't you the pro hero Spin King?!" Karera asked as Gyro's smile widened, as Georgio sighed, following it up with a facepalm. He grumbled, and it was then that Josefumi laughed.
"Nyo-ho! Are you a fan of mine, Signoria?" Gyro asked as Karera's eyes glistened in the light of the sun. Josefumi turned to look at Georgio, who shook his head. He glanced over to Karera, who was going absolutely insane with how she was fangirling over Gyro. The girl had been a fan of foreign heroes for a while now, and her favourite was Spin King, that being Gyro Zeppelli, the Number One Hero back in Italy.
She obviously had her reasons, not that Josefumi really cared about them. Although she did catch her looking at pictures of him when he was younger on her phone; back when he did stuff for magazines for men's swimwear. It was clear that Gyro was her celebrity crush, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't as if Josefumi cared too much about it.
"Whelp, let's not waste time!" Gyro said, stopping his conversation with Karera, clapping his hands as Karera looked practically ecstatic where she stood. "Let's start what I like to call: The Devils Training Regiment," Gyro stated, his expression becoming dead serious as Josefumi felt a lump of dread build up in his throat.
Something told him that this was going to be an interesting, and very painful, two weeks.
-To Be Continued in – Party like it's 1999 - Part 1-