Hey, guys. BD is back with another installment of 'A Homestay To Remember.' In this chapter, 1-A and 1-B reflect on the events that led them to their punishment. Meanwhile, Inko takes the Beacon girls to a storage facility to show them something but not before giving Weiss a reality check. Later, Moe, Rumi, and Glynda discuss strategy on how to obtain Izuku. Finally, Melissa tries to move on from her ordeal with Ruby but someone from Melissa's past thinks otherwise. Misadventures, mishaps, and hijinks continue. Enjoy! Feel free to comment and/or follow and subscribe!
A/N: The following events occurred earlier that day prior to Izuku meeting Yang at camp. As a reminder, I am building up to create a plot. You'll understand why in the following chapters.
Who do you pick? Thinking about changing the name or adding nicknames to the ships. Besides Greenshade, of course!
Team Emerald Rose! {Ruby x Izuku}
Team White Emerald! {Weiss x Izuku}
Team Greenshade! {Blake x Izuku}
Team Golden Emerald! {Yang x Izuku}
Earlier that day…at UA High School….
It was at the gymnasium where the class of 1-A and 1-B could be found. The shuttle buses have yet to arrive and were instructed by Ectoplasm-sensei to wait at the gym until Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic arrive. There were a good portion that sat on the bleachers and a few that were posted against the wall. All of them were wearing their matching blue, red, and white tracksuits that donned their high school insignia.
All in all, many of them were all in good spirits as the atmosphere sounded lively. 1-B's Kinoko and Setsuna were exchanging jokes and deciding which boy they should prank when going to camp. Yui sat cross-legged as she read a Russian novella. Tetsutetsu and Itsuka were playfully bantering each other. Momo and Kyouka were playing gin and Tooru was taking selfies and making TikTok videos to discuss her misfortune of losing her summer while adding emojis and using animal filters.
"This is great. The one time in which I was allowed to be a kid got ruined by a bunch of twerps." Tenya kicked the floor as he bit into his lip. He turned his head as he looked at the silent beauty reading her book.
"And not even a passing glance." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. The engine teen was this close to asking Yui out on a date when Katsuki and his minions ruined it for him.
"I wouldn't sweat it too much, man." Hanta replied, showing a cheeky grin. "Did you actually think we were going to last a week?" He extended his hand, waving them with much of Iida's chagrin. In a way, he was glad to be back at school with his friends and teammates. Things were getting dull at home anyway.
Iida put his phone out to pay his losing bet to the tape teen. "Too good to be true. I thought we could have had at least two weeks." He wired the money to him. "Apparently the rat couldn't be without his ass." Scanning the area, he noticed that the ass in question wasn't there. "And speaking of donkeys, where is Bakugo?"
"Our lovely rogue has been sent to get that garçon." The French prince Yuga himself appeared as he found a seat in between Hanta and Tenya. "Fearing that our petit jaune may have buyer's remorse, Kirishima was sent as an incentive."
"Red is always sus," said Hanta.
Tenya cleared his throat. "Anyway…I hope he doesn't think we are going to take him in with open arms. Him and Beavis and Butt-head over there." He shifted his head at Manga and Neito. Manga was wearing a pair of cat ears, a cat paw print face mask, and reading Love Ninja while Neito was earnestly attempting to flirt with Pony Tsunotori. Judging by the look of disgust on the blonde's face, he wasn't earning any points with the shy teen.
"How can they be so calm knowing that everyone should be mad at them," said Tenya.
"Because they are used to it, mon ami," said Yuga. "They can kick their ass, but what good would it do? Neito would find another trap door to smash and as for Manga…" Aoyama hissed as he heard the story of the neko girl from Deku's homestay beating up the animated thought bubble —all while wearing a skirt.
"Dude! We're the troublesome class. By now, this should be expected," retorted Hanta. "Now it makes sense when Aizawa told us not to travel too far." He bit into his lips, envying Ochako as she was one of the few in the group that wasn't coming back since she wasn't present at the time of the incident. Last time he had heard about her whereabouts, she was traveling through the Pacific Northwest.
"Ironic as it sounds, where did Fukadashi begin sporting the otaku getup?" Tenya said, changing the subject, as he noticed Fukadashi's cat's paw necklace, neko-themed shoulder bag, and his cat gloves.
"Word through the grapevine is that Manga has developed some 'interesting' quirks aside from his own," responded Hanta, trying his best not to smile at the animated bubble. "Whatever that neko chick did earned her a fan."
"It is always blacks that have all the fun." Aoyama nodded to himself. "Notre pauvre petit minou."
"Black kittens, right?" Tenya interjected.
"..." Aoyama propped an eyebrow.
"Besides, they were hired guns," said Hanta as he crossed his arms. "Boys, I wouldn't sweat it. Knowing Bakugo, he would find some kind of explanation about this dilemma, blame everyone else as usual, and then we take him back in open arms." He blew a raspberry. "Let's face it, the boy is always going to win — he is our fearless leader."
"Damn the caste system and the hammer and nail effect," said Tenya, dropping his head. "Someone really needs to take a stand and just tell him to just come o—"
"Hey, guys!" It was Momo that came to their line of sight along with Shouto. "I couldn't help but hear the dilemma we are currently facing. If anything, thank God that Mother convinced Aizawa to hold it at our family estate."
The icy hot teen nodded in agreement. "She's right. I rather do this than spend another week with my dad." He shuddered at the thought, knowing what his father could mercilessly do. "My pop's definition of vacation doesn't compute with him."
"Glad that you two can have a sunny disposition about it," said Tenya, flipping his arm up.
"Look at it this way," retorted the raven-haired teen. "The campsite is owned by my family, so relax. Everything is top of the line — up to date amenities, stainless steel kitchenettes, tempur-pedic mattresses, jacuzzi like tubs, the works." She said, giving them a thumbs up. "We have our own waterpark, amusement park to entertain guests, and a private beach. So, turn those frowns upside down, guys."
"Plus, the place is heavily secluded and plenty of places to hide and do some kissy-kissy, goo-goo." The purple-haired punk rock teen Kyouka said as she approached the group. It wasn't long when Mina, Tooru, and Tsuyu joined the fray. "Can you say wet, hot Japanese summer?"
A teardrop appeared on the engine teen's face. "Jesus, you're sounding like Mineta."
Kyouka blew a raspberry. Tsuyu decided to intervene. "She's saying make the best of it, ribbit. Never know what kind of memories and fun we can have. I am not religious but God wouldn't put more than what we could handle."
"Now you're sounding like Ibara." Hanta said as they turned over to the green-vined teen who was at the furthest top row of the bleachers. She was speaking in tongues while holding onto the rosary, staring daggers at Minoru and Denki.
"If it makes you feel better, the main house will contain the president and vice president of 1-A and 1-B, so you don't have to worry about wet willies, shaving cream and hands in bowls," said Momo. "Stealing underwear." She looked at Kyouka.
"So last night was nothing more than girlish fun?" Kyouka retorted, propping an eyebrow.
The vice president blushed. "That was then, this is now." She said as she brushed past the punk rock teen. "Plus you tried stealing it…while I was wearing it."
At least that was that, the engine teen thought. Normally, the robotic-like Tenya would spend his summers preparing for the upcoming semester. Instead, it was spent reading comics, attending robotics conventions, and writing fanfictions, particularly about the silent beauty that was in the neighboring class. When given that permission to be quirkless, it was like a load off his mind.
"When we get there, we will have our living arrangements," said Shouto. "We will be in groups of four and like back at UA, no intermingling with the fairer sex after curfew."
"However, I got pockets not too far from the main house where we can hang out once lights out," retorted Momo. "I made sure Shouto got a place near the main house so we can meet up."
"Nani?! Are you asking for more trouble?" asked Tenya.
"Relax, ribbit," responded Tsuyu as she walked over and sat behind Tenya, giving him a neck massage. "The girls and I spent some time preparing for this. Yeah, we are facing punishment but we want to make the best of this, too."
"Shinsou, Hatsume, and Hadou are joining us. They will be junior camp counselors and will be on overnight duty 'watching' over the camp," said Kyouka.
"There are also some carnies that Shinsou knew that will be acting as security to watch over the camp," said Momo. "Since Nezu has been talking with the League of Villains to respect the truce, no need for hi-tech security parameters surrounding the camp and plus it being on private property, it wasn't public dollars."
"So we are covered. So don't worry, ribbit," said Tsuyu.
"This is the same sensei who kicked out his entire freshman class last year," responded Tenya. "He is not stupid. What makes you think he won't be watching us?" He shrugged his shoulders. "A little lower at my back, Tsuyu. God, that feels good!"
"If that doesn't wet your whistle, would knowing that Pro Heroes Mirko and Hawks are going to join us as camp counselors suffice?" Mina said to the guys.
"What?!" The boys responded, eyes wide as saucers.
"Indeed," said Momo. "Aizawa-sensei said that Mirko and Hawks, along with Kayama-sensei, Mount Lady, and even Burnin' will be joining us as our head counselors for the summer. I smell recommendations~!" She winked at the engine teen.
"With Grapehead and Bolts over there, I smell felonies." Aoyama commented as he crossed his legs.
"Hey, you putz," retorted Kyouka with her hands to her hips. "You can speak for the perv that smells of rubberbands but not Denki, okay?"
"First name basis now, Jirou?" Momo said teasingly.
"Better sleep without your bra on tonight," interjected Kyouka, showing a bulged vein on her forehead.
The group continued with their witty bantering. Meanwhile the two lecherous, wayward teens in question were strategizing and brainstorming with their plans for camp. At least one of the two.
"So, Mirko is going to stay at the main house," said Minoru as he was holding his cell phone to show the blueprint of the camp. Thanks to Reiko's cousin, Mineta was able to obtain digital copies of Yayorozu's estate. Not wanting to leave a digital footprint behind, he paid Reiko's cousin a small gratuity.
"Sources say that laundry days are on Thursdays, meaning guess who is hiding in the laundry chute being buried in the clothing of our chocolate goddess." Minoru gleefully stated.
"Your goddess," said Denki with his arms folded.
"Right, right." He grinned. "By the way, I owe you a solid for getting Jirou's panties for me. Who knew that she was a team player."
"That's what friends are for?" Denki responded nervously.
Yes, they were Jirou's panties and no, she wasn't the one wearing them. Jirou wasn't too keen on the idea of Minoru receiving something that wasn't well-deserved.
"No way am I gonna do that!"
"Then you must not want to grab my breasts."
"Fine~!"
"Over the shirt, reach under and you'll be pulling back a nub."
"Okay! You're the boss, Kyouka."
"That's right. In case you forgot!"
"Anyway," said Minoru, clearing his throat. "Knowing that bunny and us are going to be breathing the same air is a blessing in disguise. Besides, Mirko isn't the #5 Pro Hero for nothing. Even on her days off, she manages to break a sweat through vigorous exercises." He bumped his friend's side with his elbow. "If you know what I mean."
A teardrop appeared on his face. "What makes you think Mirko wouldn't find out if her leotard or her undies are missing?" Denki asked. "Plus, rabbits have an acute sense of smell. No offense but even the blind can smell the rubberbands."
"Screw you and dude, like it matters. Having the chocolate bunny's outfit, especially when worn is the holy grail," retorted the grapehead dwarf. "Besides, just because you and Jirou are an item now doesn't mean anything. You still haven't scored!"
"And so what that guy did to us was nothing more than…" Denki was cut off when Minoru covered his mouth. Denki's nose flared, especially with Minoru's hand smelling like raw oysters and vinegar. Something told the teen that the dwarf didn't regularly use soap.
"What happened at Sophia Island stays there," said Minoru sternly, taking his hand away from Denki's mouth. "We crossed enemy lines and what happened was nothing more than complying with the enemy. If there is any consolation, it confirms that I love women. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Fair enough," responded Denki. "So what you did in there was nothing more than you imitating a kitten in search of his mother." He couldn't agree more about the incident. Yet again, he couldn't be too upset with Ruby. Some would call it karma, some would call it bad luck. As for his poor perverted friend, that day was probably the most action he received since he got his first hair on his testicles.
Minoru clapped his hands. "So, we got that covered. Did I mention that Mount Lady and Burnin will be at the camp as well." He rubbed his hands. "God, did he bless us by sodomizing our imagination."
"Your imagination," retorted Denki.
"Whatever. I still need you for this. Somebody gotta keep watch in case of potential finks." Minoru eyed Neito and Manga.
"Fine~!" The deadpanned teen rolled his eyes at him. "We are so getting in more trouble!"
"We were having a drought and now here come the flood gates — if only we could get those foreign babes." Minoru sighed happily. "To feast on hot, greasy bacon and the moist lasagna." The teen howled. "Still couldn't forget how juicy red Ruby looked."
"Did you forget that she smacked the living hell outta you?"
"I don't recall. I was too focused on her wet 'lips' to care."
"Gross. To jog your memory, recall that she was on the hunt for Melissa to find Deku?" Denki said. "If anything, Ruby has her heart set out on him."
"Pfff! She was just like that because girls like things they consider 'kawaii'. She'll get over it eventually." He shrugged off as he made air quotes. "There's no way Midoriya is scoring with babes like Ruby and Melissa. The kid is still shy around girls. Probably creams his pants if he gets a tap on the back."
"Dude, even their universe knows that is a lie. Midoriya must have done something right to capture Ruby's heart if she was out to stomp Melissa's."
"I am telling you facts. Deku isn't like that. Maybe girls like Ruby and Melissa look at him as a little brother."
"Not putting you down, man, but you saw how those foreign girls were concerned about Izuku's well-being. Recalled after that Xellos…anyway, we met up with the group and we saw those girls," said Denki. "The black-haired girl with the cat ears looked too concerned. I think her name is Blake."
"Oh, yeah! That mysterious-noir-amber-eyed pussycat," said Minoru. "Damn, was she sexy. Blonde with the cowlick and Jesus, that white-haired snow princess. All of them were solid babes."
"Blake, Yang, and Weiss, if I am saying their names right," said Denki.
"Yang looks like she could finesse her way out of trouble. I bet you that a girl like Blake is a low-key sex goddess. Bookworms are like that. And as for Weiss, she needs a good daddy and I wouldn't mind catering to her."
"What makes you think either of that is true?"
"C'mon, man. Refined boarding schools do things to women. All pent up and what not."
"Get off those incel message boards. They are gassing you up." Denki said, looking deadpan in the face.
"No different than you gassing up Deku. These girls are filet mignon and no offense to Deku but Bakugo's right — he is just a rump roast."
"Some girls see hamburgers, some see steak."
"Really, man? Whose side are you on?"
"Yours, man…but if you are siding Bakugo, then I am team Deku all the way." Denki shrugged his shoulders. "Plus if it wasn't for Moth Balls, we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Wrong! Deku, by now, should know the game. It is what it is."
"By bowing down and kissing Katsuki's ass?"
"Just saying…everyone has a role."
"Can't agree with that, bud. Bakugo has no self-control and it is about time Midoriya stuck up for himself," said Denki. "I still think you are a wee-bit jealous that he has a real life harem in his home."
"NO!" He blurted out. That outburst silenced the entire gymnasium to look at him. He nervously chuckled as he dropped his head. A few moments later, the group resumed their conversations.
"No." He said in a softer voice. "Sure, there are those windmill rumors about nerdy guys like him being 'frisky in the sheets', but this is Midoriya we're talking about here, for Esdeath's sake!"
"You label him a nerd but could be slamming girls in the closet."
"Stop bringing that up, would you?"
"Sorry." He said while rubbing the back of his head.
"Yeah…he just doesn't have what it takes to be a harem lord!"
"Who doesn't, dude? Guys like Midoriya never asked for that role. Did Tsukune expect to have the haven of girls under his belt? What about Tenchi Masaki? Or Sora Aoi? Nagi?"
"What's your point?"
"The point is guys like him have this natural affinity to attract girls, man." Denki nodded to himself. "Do guys like us think we can waltz and demand to have a harem? No."
"I dunno what Jirou did to you but when you are ready to pull the tampon out yer ass, call me."
"Oi~! Whatever!"
…!
"OOII!" Then there was a sonic blast that rang through the room, making everyone cover their ears as they hissed from the loud ringing in their heads.
Everyone opened their eyes and saw Aizawa-sensei standing beside Present Mic. The former carried his trademark look of dread whereas the latter looked chipper, as if he was unaware of the how and why they were there in the first place.
The voice hero cleared his throat. "Now that I have your undivided attention, class 1-A and 1-B, gather your belongings and proceed to line up at the exit doors." He looked onto the students. "There will be two separate shuttle buses taking us to camp. Class 1-A in one bus. Class 1-B along with the Support Department in another." He clapped his hands. "Let's go! Haste makes waste!"
Aizawa-sensei, with his arms crossed, stared at the group when noticing their attire. "Wait. Why are you sporting your gym attire?"
There was an air of nervousness. Being around their unpredictable, somewhat volatile teacher could make them feel hesitant to respond.
It was Itsuka that decided to speak. "Isn't it customary to wear our gym attire on school trips?"
"Were you wearing gym attire when you guys decided to cause a ruckus at the fashion show," questioned Aizawa-sensei curtly.
"No, sir." Itsuka shook her head in disagreement. "I wasn't even there."
"But, you are the class president right?"
"Yes, sensei."
"Therefore, as class president, it is your role and responsibility to keep tabs on your classmates. Right?"
"Y-y-yes, sensei."
"Hmph! You may want to reconsider in the next term," retorted the Eraser Hero. "Poor examples have been made under your watch in your absence. And I sure didn't forget the ruckus that was pulled in the natatorium either."
An eerie, yet horrid feeling filled the entire gymnasium. It was one thing about the fashion show. How did he get the information about the incident at the pool that day?
"Although you are forbidden to use your quirks for the summer, you are still prospective Pro Heroes in and out of campus," said Aizawa-sensei, glaring at the entire class. "Those stunts that were pulled at the pool and the fashion show cost the school money. Your acts not only involved the police but the media. And since there was a large gathering of you guys being present at both incidents makes you all liable."
"That's not fair!" It was Ibara Shiozaki that stood out of line. "Why should we be penalized for their sins?" She pointed at the 1-A class. "I wasn't even present at either event. Point the fingers at Bakugou and Midoriya. They are always the one that stirs trouble."
"Ave Maria, please," interjected Momo. "Your class isn't innocent. Bakugo may have been a snake but at least he wasn't a rat like Remy and Master Splinter over there." She pointed at Neito and Manga.
"They were fooled, cajoled, enticed by greed from that sodomite," retorted Ibara. "We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for him. Or Midoriya for that matter. Where there is smoke, there is fire! "
Aizawa-sensei used his bindings to wrap both Yaoyorozu and Shiozaki's mouths. He narrowed his eyes at the pair, which made them bow apologetically. "Be that as it may, regardless who was there or not, your stunts made UA get noticed for all the wrong reasons. Can't say I am not that surprised of what you did or were going to do but the attention is what I don't like."
Everyone in the gym bowed apologetically. "Sorry, sensei!"
Present Mic clicked his tongue. "Save that for later when we get to camp. Aizawa-sensei and I have constructed an extensive training exercise that can show assurance that you won't pull acts like these again."
The Eraser Hero removed the bindings from the girls. "You have ten minutes to get back in your street clothes. As soon as we get off the bus to camp, we're heading straight to the training fields."
"But, sensei, that doesn't make any sense," said Itsuka.
"Well, since you guys were in your street clothes when the shit went down," said Aizawa-sensei.
"Let's see how you guys can train and fight in your street clothes," interjected Present Mic.
"Ten minutes." Aizawa-sensei clapped his hands. "Now!"
As the group walked away to the locker rooms, Neito made a comment. "He acts like us wearing street clothes is a new precedent. Baka!"
"What was that?"
Neito suddenly felt the hot breath of the Eraser Hero behind him. He kept his eyes shut as he smiled, menacingly that is. Her fists were wrapped. "Say that again, Monoma?"
Nervously, he replied. "Nothing! Nothing!"
"Good," he said.
Aizawa-sensei hit him anyway. "Ouch!"
The vain, arrogant blond was met with another slap to the head by a few of his classmates as they headed to the locker rooms, leaving Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic behind with their thoughts.
"Got to give it to you, Shouta," said Present Mic. "You're taking this easier than I thought."
"What more can you expect from them," interjected Shouta as he grabbed an apple out of his pocket. "I have to keep in mind that these are 'special' kids attending a 'special' school. The only things we're missing are the helmets and the buildings that have wheels on them."
"Ouch!" Present Mic hissed. "So…I spoke with Shinsou earlier. She and Midoriya are a few clicks away from camp."
"Good. One less thing to worry about. I'll tell you, whatever he goes, trouble follows." He turned to face the Voice Hero. "What's the word on Bakugo and Kirishima."
"They just arrived. Kirishima and Bakugo are waiting outside in front of the shuttles," said Present Mic. "Apparently there is a girl with them. She isn't a student of ours."
"Ann Takamaki," responded Aizawa-sensei as he took a bite of the apple. "She is a loaner for the time being – an insurance policy, if not a hindrance."
"Wow! Is it that serious?"
"As if the planets have aligned against me, she and Bakugo share the same bloodline," said Shouta. "A few weeks ago, she got into some hot water at her high school after she got into a fight with her PE teacher."
"Jesus! For what?"
"Allegedly, the PE teacher has been sexually harassing one of her friends. Despite telling the principal and litigation getting involved, Ann decided to settle out of court and instead serve her version of justice."
"What did she do?"
"Enough that the man can't breathe on his own…let's just keep it at that and the likelihood of wanting children has been reduced significantly."
"You know how to attract troublemakers."
"Haha!" The Eraser Hero responded sarcastically. "So, she'll be joining us until things calm down. The headmaster of Shujin Academy and Nezu are old friends. Plus, I owe Nezu a solid."
Present Mic strained his collar, wishing he could understand his friend's plight.
"According to Bakugo's mom, she is very attached to her otouto, Kacchan." The latter of the sentence was in a mocking tone.
"Wow!" Present Mic whistled. "So, you're hoping that…"
"She latches onto Bakugo so Bakugo won't latch onto the boy." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yet again, why am I lying to myself?"
"Beats the alternative. You could be spending your summer with Emi."
The teacher crouched down to the ground. Dark circles appeared around him. "She's coming, too." The dread could be heard in his voice. "She isn't turning down free amenities, she doesn't trust any of the girls there, particularly Nemuri and Rumi, and someone has to watch Eri."
"Damn, Shouta. Sorry, man. Emi just said girls. Thought it would be bitch or a skank."
"Just saying if a nomu arrives and snatches me away, if Toga scoops my eyes out with a melon baller, or even the boy and Bakugo take me to hell with them, please don't send help."
Later that evening…with Inko and the girls….
There was a storage facility at the edge of town where the Uber dropped off Inko and the girls. Inko led the way as she was in search of her unit. The girls, carrying their luggage, followed suit. Silence filled the concrete and metal shell. It was the echoes of their shoes as it bounced from wall to wall.
It was a quarter after seven in the evening. By now, her son should already be at camp. It wasn't shocking to her that he hadn't called. Knowing his sensei, he was being worked through tooth and bone. She inherently smirked, trying not to think of her poor Icchan struggling and wishing to use his quirk to aid with his calisthenics — probably wishing that he focused on strengthening his legs and thighs instead of getting in between them, making cakes and pies.
The saying was true — a mother always knows. How could anyone doze knowing there were four women alone in her home with her son. She has seen enough movies and anime and read enough manga to know where this was going. Let's say that snoring wasn't the only thing penetrating the walls that night.
She should have spoken to him about this. Although she and her husband have had "the talk" with him, she wished Hisashi was here to give him fatherly advice. It was definitely needed when she found out that day when David and Melissa came to visit. Melissa played coy. Inko could give her that. However, when stepping out of the restroom and seeing white residue around the corner of her lip, it was a dead giveaway. As she recalled, she didn't serve anything creamy that evening.
Although she would have liked for him to wait until he was old enough to buy cigarettes, she wasn't going to berate or belittle him as well. He was a kid and kids were going to explore their sexuality. It was only a matter of time. She and her husband gave him the talk and provided him with condoms. Admittedly, she was surprised that it didn't happen any sooner. The boy has a kindred spirit that attracts anyone that is within his presence — like honey to a bee.
She felt in time, he would talk about it. She learned that it was best to give him space as most teens wouldn't want to tell their mother that they were sexually involved with others. She trusted that when he was ready to talk about it, he would. With the exception of the abominable snow bitch and the unruly, spoiled daughter of Professor Shield, she didn't mind Blake, Ruby, and Yang as candidates to be his wives. After all, if they were going through great lengths to go after him, that was admiration itself.
She knew it was hard for him growing up being quirkless and friendless. And now, the boy has a great set of friends and now maidens who are competing to take his heart. If that wasn't giving the portly housewife a sense of pride, then she wouldn't know what it would be.
"Wow! This is definitely a place for an old-fashioned raping or a down home murder." Weiss said, still in awe of the size of the industrial complex. "As large as this place is, this has to be a reason why trafficking is at an all time high."
Yang stomped Weiss' foot. "Bitch!" Weiss hissed under her breath.
"Damn, learn when to shut up," said Yang.
"C'mon, Yang," interjected Weiss. "I read enough manga to know that this is true. Japan is a breeding ground for hardcore lolicon fans."
"All of that was fiction. Plus, not all Japanese people are perverts," said Yang. "Stop stereotyping."
"Fiction is just a portion of the truth," said Weiss. "Lest we forget what happened to me in the bathroom with Izuku."
Ruby stepped in. "Could you stop that?"
"Yeah," interjected Blake. "It is starting to really piss me off. As if that is the only thing you have on him to show your disgust."
"Like that is the only thing to justify who he is," said Ruby. "Where do you get off?"
"You can sit there and kiss Deku's ass. I have my reasons. Not my fault for being a hapless pervert."
Inko halted, slowly turning around to face the over-opinionated teen. "Weiss, darling. I know we have moments where we express our feelings and concerns but now isn't the time or the place."
She remained posed, not showing a reaction but it was understood how irritable she had held her tongue toward the girl. Who could blame her? Weiss has belittled her son, spouted lies about her son, and has the nerve to criticize while being a guest in her household.
Inko, normally, was a woman of peace but one must understand the distinction between peacekeeper and peacemaker.
"In the last week since you have been here, you haven't said anything positive with that mouth of yours," said Inko, looking up at the silver-haired teen. "You criticized, critiqued, stereotyped, and belittled anything that is so-called beneath you. I don't know how Willow and Jacques do things with you back home in Atlas but where I am from, a little thing called respect goes a long way."
Worried, Yang decided to intervene. However, Inko held her hand in front of her, signaling that she wasn't finished. The blonde teen stepped back including Ruby and Blake. In a sense, it made her quiver, as if she was being disciplined. Nevertheless, she held her tongue and let Auntie Inko continue.
"I don't expect you to like me or my son but when you are in my house, you're going to respect me and him. Izuku is a good boy, no, a sweet man. A man that is worthy for anyone who has the privilege to know him. To me, that is more important than the money you get from Daddy, your status, or you being heiress to a company, which I may add, has been involved in the cruel and unethical treatment of Faunuses. If anything, you're no different than a white slave owner mistreating blacks."
"Auntie…" Weiss tried to speak but Inko raised her hand.
"Shut your mouth! I'm not finished!" Her voice was blunt and straightforward. It even made the others jump and their hearts skipped. "My son can be dense and uneasy at times, but he means well. What happened that day with you in the bathroom was nothing more than an accident. I know my son. He is shy with girls, but he is not a pervert.
"But you want to know what's perverted — the condescending lie you put in your head that you being a Schnee means something. Everything in life has been given to you. You probably couldn't even wipe your own ass without a butler or a maid present. Yeah, Professor Shield told me your profile. Never once have to lift a finger, leg or foot knowing that Daddy Dearest had everything provided for you. Hell, even your skills and weapon was even purchased and crafted without you doing a damn thing. At least I don't have a parent or a relative that served time like your father."
Weiss' mouth went agape.
"Oh! Think I didn't know that? Funny when the shoes are on the other foot. Where is that almighty pride of being a Schnee now?"
"..." The Snow Queen was speechless.
"You don't know even half the hell my son has experienced in his short life. Being bullied, harassed, friendless. Have you ever been told to swan dive off the roof of your school? Have you been told that you never amount to anything? Would you even know, Weiss? No, you don't because you are spending too much time being prejudiced against those who are different from you. Oh, I am sorry, what Daddy is doing for you."
Inko gripped her fists, trying her best not to cry. She was sick of this. "I don't know what's stopping me from kicking your ass. The nerve for you and Kacchan to set up my son with that childish prank all because of your insecurities and your dislike towards him. To think you would ally yourself with a boy that has more skeletons in his closet than Dahmer and Gacy put together."
Yang felt it was time to intervene. "Excuse her, auntie. She means no disrespect."
A part of her wanted to believe her but this talk was long overdue.
"No, she needs to hear this. Someone needs to tell her this." Inko responded bluntly. "The nerve of you and Kacchan to play such a stupid act that could have harmed not only my son but even your own friend. Do you even care? Of course you don't. As long as it isn't in your hands then it is all good." The portly mother clenched her eyes. She took steady breaths as she tried her hardest not to physically lash out on Weiss.
"God is saving your ass from not being six feet in the fucking ground. No semblance or quirk in the world can deter a mother's love. I will go to jail for my son, I will die for my son, I will go to war with God over my son, and if I have to choose between him or Hisashi, no question asked. My son is going to be the greatest hero of all time. And I will be damned if I let an insecure, hypocritical, prissy, prim, pampered, prejudiced shrew like you ruin that for him. Weiss Schnee: Hear. This. Now! If you ever say one more bad thing about my son, about our culture, hell just even a grunt, I will be sure to give you something else to worry about than the damn scar on your eye and that icebox you call a heart."
Weiss stood motionless. Never in her life did she feel such a scolding aside from her own parents.
"Screw your status and fuck your privilege. You may have pride but pride will get you killed. Your day is coming soon and no beauty or money in the world can stop karma. She's a bitch, has no expiration date, and runs by her own schedule. Remember that, hündin!" Inko unwrapped her fists and walked away from the group as she headed to her unit.
The girls were speechless — with their mouths agape and standing motionless, never did they think a wholesome, humble, loving woman like Inko would produce such vile yet truthful words towards their friend and teammate.
Weiss dropped her head. The sound of her luggage hit the ground. Her hands were wrapped tightly in a fist to the point where it was turning red. Ruby could see the tears falling down her eyes. Light sniffles filled the air as she began to shake.
"Weiss." Ruby said as she approached her friend, touching her shoulder. "Hey…listen…Auntie…"
The Snow Queen swatted Ruby's hand from her shoulder.
"Why does the world want to turn against me? Who in the hell does she think she is?" Weiss lifted her head, showing that she was visibly upset. "Is it my fault that I was born rich? How is it that I was blessed with fortune that it is other people's problems? Everyone has a role to play. The gods and the clods. How is it my fault that I was on the end that has it all? I didn't ask to be rich."
"Weiss…" Ruby attempted to say before she was cut off by the teen.
"I am not a racist. I am not a racist!" She barked. "Never one time did I ever call her, Izuku, or anyone else in that manner out of their name. How is it my fault that I am paying for the sins that my father did. I wasn't the one that mistreated Faunuses. I am not a fucking slave owner. That was my father's doing and he has learned from it."
Tears continued to trail down her cheeks. She continued staring into the darkness. "So I was helped. Things were handed to me. I may not have to work as hard as other people but I strive my hardest to be the best person. Sure I can be difficult. Sure I can be challenging at times but how does that make me a bad person? If I was so privileged, then why would I risk my life as a heiress to be at an academy, knowing what could happen to me.
The girls didn't know how to respond. Their concerned, yet confused expression on their face said it all.
"But the one thing that she is not going to do is disrespect my name. I am a Schnee, Oum damn it! I don't care who you are — Oum, God, Ozpin, Katsuki, Izuku, whoever. My name is my name!" She looked skyward as the tears continued to flow.
"And the cheek of her all because she thinks I am after her son. She thinks I have pure intentions of making his life a living hell. If she only fucking knew how and why I treat him this way. If she only knew what he and I once shared. If she only knew, then maybe she could be sympathetic with me. To hell with her and all of you!"
Weiss grabbed her luggage and brushed past Ruby and Blake as she walked away from them, going the opposite way.
"Weiss, wait." Blake was going in her direction until Ruby grabbed her sleeve.
"Give her some time, Blake," said Ruby.
"I got to do something, Rubes. She's my best friend. Right now, it looks like she doesn't have a friend in the world."
Yang stepped in beside her sister. "No. Leave her be." She looked at Blake while in return she gave the blonde a surprised look. "Weiss needed that reality check." She dropped her head. "It has been a longtime coming. And sometimes the truth does hurt."
"Yang is right," said Ruby. "We have held back so long about our feelings about her. Granted she has made long strides since we have met her but since we have been here, she is taking several steps back into her former life."
"What could be triggering her to act like this?" Blake asked.
"I don't know. Since being here, she hasn't been herself and at some point, somebody was gonna say something," replied Yang. "Just didn't think it would come from Auntie herself."
"I can't blame her. How would you feel if someone talks about your child, especially while staying with them," said Ruby.
"But, I think we need to make some time with her when we get to camp. Have a serious heart-to-heart with her. It's one thing to call Izuku out. It's another to vow revenge." Yang clicked her tongue. "I may not be the smartest in the bunch but even the blind can see that there is something that we're not seeing."
Blake nodded in agreement. "Yeah…earlier she made a comment about if Auntie only knew why she treated him this way." She scanned the area to be sure that neither Weiss nor Inko were on the scene. "Last night, when I went to use the restroom, I saw Weiss sitting in the bathroom and she was crying."
"What?" Yang said, looking startled. "Crying for what?"
"I wanted to ask but things have been a bit off between us since the carnival," said the Faunus. "Can't say if any of us have really spoken to her since then. At least without being passive."
"Do you think it has something to do with this?" Ruby said as she had a folded piece of paper in her hand.
"What is that?" asked Yang.
"It was on the floor back at the apartment," said Ruby as she handed the piece of paper to Blake.
Blake, with the aid of Yang using her cell phone as a flashlight, unfolded the piece of paper to examine its contents. It was a drawing — it was a young Weiss sporting pigtails and wearing a long white dress. She was smiling, looking up to another boy that was standing on top of a pile of villains. He was wearing an outfit that looked similar to All Might. He, too, was smiling as lightning bolts and fire served as his background.
"Awesome green rabbit wonder!"
"Hey…are you okay?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else would I talk to?"
"Oh…okay!"
"You're bleeding. Here…take my handkerchief."
"Gee…thanks!"
"You looked so cool standing up to those guys."
"No I didn't. I lost."
"No, you didn't lose. You could have easily given up but you fought the good fight."
"But I got beat up."
"It doesn't matter. You stood tall towards those guys. They are the real losers. You stood up to that bullied kid. You look so cool."
"Do you think this could be what is triggering Weiss?" Blake said as she looked onto Yang and Ruby. Yang took the paper and stared at it.
"This is definitely Weiss as she has her name on it," said Ruby. "The drawing is over ten years old. She even wrote her age on the paper."
"It is the Pro Hero, All Might. But instead of his face…" said Yang. She scratched her chin. The boy in question was obviously Izuku. "Huh? That can't be. Izuku and Weiss know each other?"
"Why hasn't she mentioned to us that she has been to Japan before," questioned Ruby. "Let alone telling us that she and Izuku have history."
"Weiss travels a lot. It doesn't surprise me if she can't recall the many places she has visited on Earth and in Remnant," said Blake.
"That doesn't make sense," retorted Ruby. "We know her. Any places she has visited she has bragged to us in the past. Remember that she didn't want to spend her summer with her family in the Alps? In her words, the place was getting very flavored."
"Yeah but not all trips are pleasant," replied Blake, raising her finger.
"Agreed," concurred Yang. "Something must have happened here if she withheld information from us." She looked at the picture. "However, where does Izuku fit? If they knew each other, then why didn't they acknowledge each other?"
"It has been ten years," replied Blake. "Maybe he doesn't remember her. He was at least six back then."
"Should we talk to her?" Ruby asked.
"After what Auntie did to her," retorted Yang. "Give her some time to cool off. Only Oum knows what she thinks of us now."
"Indeed. Especially me. I am the worst!" The amber-eyed Faunus commented.
"No, you're not, Blakey," replied Ruby in a consoling manner. "All of us haven't really taken the time to speak with Weiss about the incident regarding Katsuki and why she did it."
"And we will," replied Yang as she attempted to smile. "Just not tonight. First things first — let's find Auntie and take care of what she needs to show us."
"What do you think it is?" Ruby asked.
"Not sure," answered Blake. "But we won't know by just guessing. Let's catch up with her."
The sisters nodded as they followed suit with the raven-haired teen. Thankfully, their surrogate wasn't that far behind.
Earlier that day….at Endeavor's Hero Agency….
Moe finished phoning Enji to let him know that there wouldn't be any after-work rendezvous for the time being. Things were getting hot with city hall as there still wasn't proper understanding between heroes and politics. The last thing she needed was to get caught in a scandal. Plus, she knew that Rei and Fuyumi were getting suspicious. The latter was somewhat naive and fragile, looking through the strawberry-colored glass and as a favor from Rumi, to take it easy until things died down.
It was fine, especially since she was planning to go on assignment. It was off-the-books, nevertheless, Enji would cover any expenses and Nemuri secured funding from Shouta himself to ensure that the Selective Re-Modification Program would proceed.
Shouta and Nezu had spoken to them about the circumstances following the incident at the carnival. Although Moe found it to be a blessing in disguise, Shouta knew it would be a risky move, especially since Nemuri and Yuu practically begged the Eraser Hero to go after Izuku. However, he and Nezu approved, stating if caught they weren't responsible for the aftermath.
Moe was chairwoman of the board. No boy received approval unless she was part of the decision-making. Izuku was actually a personal target of hers for quite some time but decided to wait until his third year. She should have known that whales like Glynda, Nemuri, and Yuu would have sought him first.
Moe was the old-fashioned type. She liked virgins that were more mature and firm. It was a pity to learn that the boy was no longer a virgin. She learned through Glynda that a neko girl dipped his paintbrush. She didn't pay it any mind as she didn't mind a boy with a few miles. After all, he was certified grade-A and that was what counted.
It was a privilege to be a sidekick to the #1 Pro Hero, a businesswoman, and a proud hustler. The latter as she didn't like being called a slut. When a boy sleeps around, he is a player, so why not the woman.
It was a knock at the door that interrupted her thoughts. Looking at the security monitor, she saw that it was Rumi. Moe pressed the button and let her in.
"Why didn't you use your card?" Burnin asked as she reached for her lukewarm tea.
"Forgot. Plus, I had to grab some things for you know what," responded Mirko with her trademark cheeky grin.
"You weren't spotted?"
"For that?" She blew a raspberry. "No! Have I been spotting? Absolutely!" The brown-skinned #5 Pro Hero accompanied Burnin as she took a seat beside her. "Can't believe we're about to invest in some fine quality stock." She whistled. "God, just thinking about wanting to jump Midoriya's bones is getting me hotter than fish grease."
"Didn't you just have a three-way less than twenty-four hours ago?" Moe arched an eyebrow.
"Pfff! I've seen clits bigger than those. What I can already tell with bunny boy is he has some prime cuts," responded Rumi.
Glynda managed to sneak a picture of Izuku one day while taking a shower. When presenting the image to the girls, each shared a copy and used it for their own personal pleasure.
"Size queen, much," said Moe.
"Anyway…when is Glynda coming?"
"Any minute. Needs to make sure her pets are under control."
"Look, I know you guys have history with her but can she be trusted?"
"Without Glynda, there wouldn't be a program. She was with us in its infancy."
"Hey, just have to make sure. I mean, I know we're like a co-op and we share and share alike but just saying. Before we decide to feast on Midoriya, make sure I go first," she responded. "Guarantee the kid will nut the moment he stabs his dick inside me."
The blonde shook her head as she continued looking at the computer monitors. Mirko turned around and went to the table to grab a bag of chips. "I wished that she would have come to us sooner instead of Ryuko. That girl is stiffer than a pedophile at a Sesame Street show."
"I wasn't there to call the shots and this was a provisional thing, last minute — Midoriya wasn't exactly on the list."
Mirko nodded as she returned to her seat, eating her potato chips. "A pity…well not really that Ryuko is on suspicion until the end of the summer."
"After that stunt that you and Yuu did, we couldn't take those chances."
"Hey! My job was to watch the little brat. It was only a favor from Shino after I did a solid for her."
"Whatever. We need to be more discreet next time. Thankfully, Ryuko won't talk."
"She wouldn't. Plus, there are two things you can't get in jail — money or getting dick!"
Moe cracked her neck. "Ryuko is being paid and when things calm down, she can come back. Regardless, we can't be this risky, especially with the ctOS. And if I were there, there wouldn't be any issues. Be that as it may, I am here watching and we have to be more careful." She then turned to Mirko. "Especially you!"
"Oi!" Mirko said, giving the sidekick of Endeavor the middle finger.
The sound of the buzzer alerted the Pro Heroes that there was another visitor. Moe looked at the monitor and saw Glynda.
The door opened and Glynda made her appearance. Her change of demeanor was visibly present on her face — transitioning from professor to being herself. "Jesus, it gets tougher by the day."
Moe and Rumi weren't sure if she was talking to them or talking outloud. Moe pushed a chair in the professor's direction. "Grab a seat."
Glynda spotted a pack of Mevius cigarettes and took a stick. Grabbing a lighter to light the cancer stick, she joined the girls. "I have to find a way to balance watching these shrews and watching Izuku. Especially if these shrews want to dig a burrow into the rabbit hole."
Mirko chuckled, slapping her thigh. "At least you got them. Bless Fuyumi with her little twerps she teaches every day."
"At least these little four-and-five-years aren't fiending for dick. At least I hope not," responded Glynda. "Getting tired of using dildos and vibrators. I am starting to chafe." Before Mirko parted her mouth, she interjected. "Those guys from that party were nothing more than practice — meat sybians and stuff."
"Sure, Glynda, sure," responded Mirko while giving the professor air quotes.
"Nemuri and Yuu have already arrived at camp. They will be staying together at the main house, along with us, Keigo, and Emi."
"Who invited that trainwreck," asked Mirko, arching an eyebrow.
"Could you blame Emi? She doesn't trust Shouta or us in that manner."
"Step your pussy game up, then," retorted Mirko. "Does she actually think the head of the Selective Re-Modification Program was loyal or monogamous?"
"Anyway…the itinerary has been set. But, we still need to play it cool so that we wouldn't arouse suspicion from Izuku," said Moe. Aside from sleeping with the neko girl, Glynda also told them that he slept with the idol Neon Katt. Since then, Neon Katt has canceled a few tour dates due to "medical complications."
"Look if Neon Katt needed a wheelchair and a chiropractor then his dick must be that good," said Mirko feverishly. "This rabbit is hungry for dinner and I will make sure there is a lot of room for dessert. You know I love a fresh hot Boston Creampie."
"In time," retorted Moe. She then turned to Glynda. "Because you are balancing a workload with your girls and Izuku, would you want to be an adjunct for the time being? You have Aizawa's blessing."
"Too risky. The girls are quite trivial and nosy. Shouta spoke with me about Izuku and his troublemaking class. They are just the same."
"You know, Glynda, we do have room at the camp."
The blonde professor cleared her throat when she heard those words.
"Think about it. They are doing homestay. This is a cultural exchange program. What if we put them with 1-A or 1-B and they can train together," said Moe. "There will be eyes on them at all times and you can have your way with Izuku. If anything, two birds with one stone."
"Ruby and Weiss, they will comply. Blake is okay when monitored. It is Yang that I don't trust," said Glynda. "The oldest of the group and the mother of the clan. Her sister might be the leader but they won't move forward unless Yang gives the okay."
Moe nodded to herself. "So she needs someone at her level that could contest her."
"Even without a semblance, she can fight like a man…and drink like one too."
"Sounds like a good time to me," said Mirko. "I can take a stab at her. Watch her and make sure she won't do anything stupid. Plus, I wouldn't mind being a big sis."
"The answer is still no," said Glynda. "I can't take those chances. I think I can convince David to watch them on my off days. The boy would do anything…even if there is no reward."
"The bastard still thinks he has a shot?" Moe asked.
"Wants to ball like Kobe but acts like Curry at the finals," answered Mirko.
The women chuckled as they all knew David's inability to obtain them as well as his sexual impotency. The latter was discovered through Glynda after a drunken rant at the bar a couple of days prior.
A few moments later, Mirko heard a cell phone ringing. The brown-skinned Pro Hero answered on the first ring.
"Moshi, moshi. I mean, hello!"
"Hey, Keigo. What's up?"
"No, I am still in town. Haven't left yet."
"Oh, really?! That's great. Where is she?"
"She's here! Send her in."
"Love you, too! Bye!"
Moe chuckled. "Mirko loves someone?"
"Screw you!" Rumi retorted. It irked her when people thought that she and her childhood friend, Hawks, were lovers. Of course, they fooled around a few times but it was just mere sex. If anything, they were like brother and sister but siblings that were sexually involved with each other.
"What did Hawks want?" Moe asked.
"He was letting me know that my niece was in town. She wanted to spend the summer with her favorite aunt," said Mirko
"Don't you love plot conveniences?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Apparently being a babysitter is what you do best," said Moe. "Who is this niece?"
Mirko went to her gallery on her cell phone to show the image of her. "This is the most recent picture of her. This is a picture with a few of her friends when they went to the beach."
Glynda looked at the photo in question and when she did, her mouth went agape. She was a brunette with rabbit ears with a creamy complexion. She was smiling, throwing peace signs.
"What's her name, Rumi?" Moe asked.
"Velvet Scarlatina!"
Moe and Mirko turned when Glynda called out the name.
"Yeah." Rumi answered before turning around. "How do you know that?"
"She, too, is also a student at Beacon."
Moe whistled as she turned around. To think that this summer was getting hotter than expected.
Back to Inko and the girls….
Inko continued walking a few more feet before finding her unit. It wasn't long when the girls came to join her…Weiss included. The girls had a change of heart and went after the Snow Queen. It took some convincing but they talked her into joining them.
"This is us!" She reached into her purse and pulled out a key — a key she never thought she would have to ever pull out again, or at least in this lifetime! There was a part of her that she tried to mythicize — a piece of her that she compartmentalized shortly after meeting Hisashi. A past that she thought would permanently sever after giving birth to Izuku. But alas, there were some things that one couldn't hide what was inside.
In her own way, it was Yang that flipped that switch. Standing up for her at the breakfast table reignited feelings that she hadn't felt in a long time. She, too, knew the feeling of being told what to do and evade individuality and expect and accept conformity. She tried her best not to dwell or display any emotions as she kneeled down to the ground and grabbed the padlock to unlock it.
"Yang, Ruby. A little boost to lift this, if you please." The portly mother asked kindly as the siblings didn't mind helping out their host mother. The blonde was on one side and the witch was on the other. "On my count. 1, 2, 3!"
The girls lifted the storage door. Signs of infrequent use was apparent as the smell of rust and grease, along with the screeching sounds of the door opening made itself known. Blake and reluctantly Weiss came to the girls' aid.
Once the door was lifted, Yang and Weiss bumped fist while Blake high-fived Ruby and then the girls patted Inko's back. "Thank you, girls." Inko whistled loudly as she wiped the sweat off her brow. "Wouldn't know if these dusty old bones couldn't have done it without you guys."
"No, it takes a village." Yang said, smiling at Inko. "We did it. You're just the heart and soul."
Inko returned her smile, grabbing Yang's arm. "You're too sweet, dear."
"As you said, while we are here, we're your family and the clan protects their own," replied Yang.
"So, what's inside of here?" Weiss asked as she rubbed the grease off her hand and on the wall.
Blake covered her face, shaking her head with embarrassment and Ruby puffed her cheeks, displaying the same expression as the Faunus. "Typical Weiss! Killjoy!" The girls painfully thought to themselves.
Inko ignored the abominable snow bitch as she shared an embrace with Yang. As she hugged her, she could feel that yearn for a mother's love — especially when Yang clung tightly around her shoulders and her body was shuddering. Inko bit into her lip as she knew that there was more to this girl that she let on.
After breaking the hug, she reached up and tugged her cheek, which made Yang blushed before resuming to the matter at hand — what was inside the storage unit?
The girls looked at the object that was covered in a green tarp. The unit wasn't big. However, large enough to store a vehicle.
Inko slapped her hands, rubbing them in the process. "Ok! Blake and Weiss to the left and Ruby and Yang to the right. I will grab the center." Inko nodded, instructing the girls to go to their designated spots. At the same time, they pulled the tarp back. Yang stood at the front right side and once getting a glance of the vehicle, her jaw slackened.
It was a bright orange 1992 BMW E30 M3. The blonde walked quietly as she observed the car. Tinted windows, spoilers, all-black rims, an image of Akira and Belldandy from Ah! My Goddess etched on the hood.
This vehicle was Yang's dream car.
"Holy Esdeath, Auntie. What have you been hiding from us?" Ruby said to Inko.
"The underwater heartbreaker," said Inko proudly. "This baby is a keepsake of mine. Not even Hisashi can drive it."
"Wow, Auntie. This looks beautiful," responded Blake.
"Like yeah, who knew you kept something like this," said Ruby.
"One of my precious treasures, aside from Hisashi and Icchan," said Inko, clearing her throat. "Purchased this baby back when you were just twinkles in your father's eyes. Back when phone cards, mood rings, and tape decks reign supreme." She put her hand against her lips. "And let's say I had my fair share of boys in this car." She winked at them.
Yang couldn't stop looking at it. "What are the specs?"
"800 horsepower, can max at 200 miles per hour. Custom made seats from the finest leather, NOS in the engine. Air catcher headlamps, optional deletion of front and rear passenger seats, a special speed limited engine controller, extreme-duty 41-spline half shafts and a trans-brake. Specially developed Nexen street-legal drag radial tires are available for better grip," commented Inko. She reached over and opened the door.
The girls went silent when hearing the words that came out of the emerald-haired mother's mouth. The mother smiled. "I hope you don't think this mother just read Better Homes and Gardens, did ya?"
"No," said Yang.
"Not at all," replied Ruby.
"Come and check it out, Yang," said Inko.
The blonde didn't hesitate as she stepped inside the vehicle. "Holy smokes! Is that a computer screen in the steering wheel?"
"In the steering wheel, even in the center console. You can say I tinker with this baby whenever I am not couponing or taking care of a son…and Hisashi," responded Inko. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the keys. "Wanna try it out?"
"Like yeah!" The blonde eagerly grabbed the keys as she stepped inside of the car. She stepped inside of the car and turned on the ignition. As soon as she did, the loud thunderous sound of the engine filled the unit. Hip hop was bumping from the stereo. The neon lights below the car were sparking and flashing as if they were in a club and not in a somewhat seedy storage facility.
"A Scat Pack is a mosquito compared to my baby," said Inko. "This is my hornet, my yellowjacket. But you can call her Akira Belldandy."
Yang turned off the ignition and stepped outside to the others. "Oh my Oum. Auntie, that engine sounded sexy. Is this what you wanted to show us?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Inko nodded in agreement.
"So, is this what you are using to take us to Izuku," asked Yang.
Inko shook her head in disagreement. "Nuh-huh!" She took the keys and put them in Yang's hand. "This is what you are using to take them to Izuku."
The blonde's heart skipped a beat. Her lips began quivering. She looked to see Auntie smiling.
"You have a lot of heart, Yang. It reminds me of so much of myself in my younger days," she said as she touched her shoulder. "You have heart and you have the hunger for more. But at the same time I can see that you are unproven and oftentimes gets overlooked due to your brute force and personality." She squinted her eyes, showcasing to the girls that she can use quirk to make things gravitate.
"I know this goes against the manuals on parenting but I know how much my boy means to you guys," she said, gripping Yang's shoulder harder. "Be good to my Icchan."
Yang reached over and tightly embraced her auntie. It wasn't long when Ruby and Blake joined them. After a few moments, they broke the embrace.
"I am going to pretend that you don't have the directions or the location of his cabin," said Inko. "Oh, and if things get slippery when wet, I left some 'protective gear' in your luggage, Yang. Safety first, Blake."
Blake blushed and looked away. Yang nervously chuckled. They can conclude that the walls weren't as thick as they thought.
"Call me when you guys get to camp. We might be parting for now but until you guys leave, you are mine," said the mother.
"That's a promise, Auntie," said Ruby as she rushed to hug Inko once again.
"Oh, you're gonna need this." Inko reached into her pocket and handed something to the blonde teen — her driver's license. "Don't worry about Goodwitch. I have no idea what happened to you girls. I went out with Toshinori while she left you unsupervised, may I add."
Yang reached over to Inko and kissed her on the cheek. "Auntie, you're the best. I love you so much!"
Blake and reluctantly Weiss grabbed the suitcases and put them inside of the trunk of the car. Yang stepped into the driver's seat, excited about what she was going to ride.
"Do you want a ride back?" Ruby asked.
"Actually, Toshinori is outside the gates waiting on me," replied Inko.
"Toshinori?"
"To me, it is Toshinori. To everyone else, he is All Might!"
"Wow! The All Might! Wait, is that the guy you mentioned that he is…"
"Friend. Just a friend. That's it!" Inko waved at the girls. "Go and have fun but not too much fun." She winked at the girls.
The girls stepped inside of the vehicle. With Ruby sitting in the front seat with Blake sitting behind her. Weiss stepped inside the backseat sitting behind Yang. Yang grabbed her sunglasses and put them on. She put the key into the ignition and started the engine. She slowly pulled the car out of her storage unit. Now, the girls were on the move and on their way to see their Izuku.
To be continued….
Melissa was sitting outside of an Italian restaurant waiting on her order. The teen stared at the television screen. A soccer game was playing. She wasn't sure who was winning or losing, she didn't care.
She received a text from her father. Since the festival, the teen was closely monitored by her father. Plus, it didn't help that the fashion show had security footage, showing her misdeeds.
"It sucks being grounded." Melissa groaned as she knew this bit of freedom wasn't going to last. She was ordering for two and her father was expecting her back as soon as she gathered the dinner. She scowled at the team, the ones that were wearing the red uniforms. They sported the same color as the bitch she wanted to get payback.
As she played with her straw, a black SUV was strolling beside the gate where the blonde was situated. The SUV came to a stop and lowered its darkly tinted windows.
"Oi, Melissa!"
Melissa's eyes were wide as saucers when hearing her name being called like that. She couldn't help but to think of one person who would do that.
She turned to the left and looked at the individual in question. She was sitting in the front passenger side. The white-haired girl took off her monocle, rubbing it casually while looking at the blonde. Obviously, she wasn't alone. There was a blonde, bulkier gentleman on the driver's side. He appeared to look like a teen, not too far in Melissa's age.
"Shield, I know you can hear me. Bring your ass over here."
Melissa stood up, rolling her eyes as she came to talk to the girl in question — Saiko Intelli.
To be continued…for real this time!
BD: As you can see, the best of both worlds are starting to collide. I am happy that Inko finally gave what Weiss deserves. It was quite necessary to progress into her character development. Never did I think I would take a project as this seriously. It has been four years in the making.
Plus, Velvet is joining the fray? Definitely a year of the rabbit for Deku! Now, who would people think the mysterious blond with Saiko could be. Knowing Saiko's demeanor, it could be anyone. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the series. I promise the next chapter will have lemons with Izuku and Yang.
Stay tuned for more as I dive deeper into this. May God bless you and strive and prosper. As always, team Greenshade!