As usual, for brand new readers, I recommend catching up to at least chapter 29 of Fafnir Knight before reading this chapter. I am pleased with how the Remasters have been received and hope to continue this new quality going further.

This is another dark chapter (Mostly the second half) so, reader discretion is advised.


Any Original Characters (OCs) unless specified are owned by me. However, I could care less about them and allow anyone to use them in their fanfics if they so wish. (OCs be damned.)


My Hero Academia Untold: Draco Knight (Remastered Edition)

Chapter IV: Two Paths


"Welcome to your new home away from home, Draco Knight!" Said a large man with wild orange-gray hair, piercing blue eyes, and a bright smile as he held out a hand in greetings. As Hisashi made his way inside their small but cozy base of operations.

"Nice to meet you out your costume, Matsumoto," Hisashi answered, taking the large man's hand firmly. The large man laughed before lightly chiding his junior.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid I don't know a Matsumoto today," The man responded with a wink. "My name is Atlas, remember?"

"Ah yes, forgive me, Atlas. It's been a while since I've been involved in a mission like this..." Draco Knight answered after shaking his head to wake himself up.

"It's fine, my young friend! I'm personally not too privy to the rules, but in or out of costume; we're still active 'til the job's done." Atlas retorted, giving the short man a friendly pat on the back, all while guiding him to his living quarters. "We've got both coffee or tea ready for you because I know those initial briefing meetings could be a right pain in the ass with how boring they could be, eh?"

"Truer words have never been spoken, Atlas," Draco Knight admitted with a dry laugh. Opening the door to his small and spartan bedroom. Furnished with only a cot set-up against the wall, alongside a small nightstand in the opposite corner.

"Sorry about the size, they gave the two largest rooms to me and someone else who hasn't arrived yet," Altas said as the giant placed his hands together apologetically.

"Well...good thing I'm big where it counts," Draco Knight said with a knowing smirk. Placing his bag down next to the futon. Altas froze for a moment. Only to bellow out a great big hearty laugh that forced him to lean against the wall outside of the man's room.

"HAHAHA! OHOHO! Oh, gods be good! Confidence! I respect that in a top-ranked Pro like you! Come on, then!" said Atlas, recovering from his laughter and wiping a tear from his eye. "I'll introduce you to the remainder of the team in the building next door. Once we're done, we can then get you some breakfast and finish up by givin' ya a small tour of the base."

"Yeah, that sounds good," Draco Knight answered as he opened his bag; "just give me one quick second." After a moment or two of fiddling with his luggage. The young man produced a small square frame that had been carefully wrapped in a soft cloth. He unraveled it and placed it on his nightstand.

"Ah, a beautiful little family you got there, my young friend," Altas commented upon seeing the photo in the frame.

It was a simple family portrait; Hisashi, Inko, and Izuku, when he was six years old.

"Thanks...I normally wear a locket under my costume that my...mom gave me...so I could keep a tiny photo of them when I'm on duty, but for big ops like this..."

"They don't allow that. I know had to take off my wedding band to meet with regulations," Atlas interjected, placing a large hand on Draco Knight's shoulder. "Well, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back home wearing our mementos."

"Yeah...I can't wait for this to be done...I've got some unfinished business to take care of when I get back."


Down the streets in the dead of night in Musutafu, a police car sped with its sirens blaring. Inside the vehicle were two men, an off-duty police officer in plain clothes, and a Pro-hero who seemed to be on the verge of a full-on panic attack.

"It's my fault!"

"Hisashi, calm down."

"I knew something like this was going to happen!"

"Hisashi, she's fine!"

"I should have never left her alone!"

"You heard Saya, she going to be just fine, Hisashi! Just calm down! We'll be at the hospital soon." Kai reassured his surrogate son as they drove him down to the hospital. All while Hisashi eased back into his seat, seemingly frozen with wide eyes, shaking uncontrollably with a mixture of both fear and excitement. They had been gone on a small road trip for a general meeting of Police and Pro-Hero relations. Now they were on their way to Musutafu General Hospital.

The cause?

His wife, Inko was currently in the hospital after going into labor two weeks earlier than the expected due date. Which happened to be yesterday and due to the meeting's rather strict policy about cellphones at the conference. Neither man hadn't a clue of what happened until a few hours ago.

It was by sheer luck that his mother, in all but name and blood, Saya Doumeki has been with Inko since she had gone on maternity leave from his agency. The kind woman had gone out of her way to use her vacation time just to keep an eye on Inko. Helping her around the house and keeping her company. Since her best friend Mitsuki Takeyama, or Mitsuki Bakugou, as she goes by these days. Had given birth to her son Katsuki only a few short months ago and was quite a handful.

"I know you're worried, Hisashi." Kai continued to speak to his surrogate son. "Hell, you remember how I was with Saya...and I think you may have picked up my bad habits of that time."

To say that Hisashi had been very paranoid about Inko's pregnancy was an understatement. In the beginning, it was understandable. Hisashi attended to his wife's every need and want. Refusing to leave her side, which everyone found cute at first. Then he got increasingly controlling and refused to work during that time. It had gotten to the point it began affecting his career. Dropping eight spots in the rankings from rank twenty-six to rank thirty-four: the largest drop by a major league hero that had been seen in years.

It reached its breaking point when a whole intervention had been called with not just from Inko, Kai, and Saya. But every member of his agency had gotten involved, they knew he was just scared, and for good reasons. Yet, they also had to show just how unhealthy his paranoia was, it had been an eye-opening experience for Hisashi, one he resolved never to repeat.

At least until now.

"I'm scared...Dad...I am so goddamn scared." Hisashi managed to breathe out as he ran his hands through his thick black hair.

"It's okay to be scared, Hisashi, but you can't let the fear control you," Kai answered firmly. "I know those fears all too well."

Hisashi bit his lip; thoughts swirled in the very depths of his soul.

Thoughts that returned to that day continued to haunt him with guilt. The day that he stole the future from his surrogate parents. The day his brother had shown that he wouldn't hesitate to demonstrate his power over him. He feared that what had happened to Saya would come to light. And that the same would happen to Inko, that something would go horribly wrong. That karma was going to pay him back for his cowardice, for letting Saya miscarry, and for lying to Kai about the truth.

What right did he have to be a father? He had basically been an accomplice to Hotori, who made it clear that he kept an eye on him. How could he have a child, knowing that this child could possibly be haunted by his own past? How could he selfishly place that burden on an innocent child?

But perhaps his greatest fear?

"Will...I, be a good father?" Hisashi suddenly spoke up as he tried hard to steady his own breathing, griping at the dashboard of the car. Terrified of the answer. His greatest fear was being like his own biological father. A monster who trained his children to become villains from a young age. Who had beaten his mother senselessly when she tried to intervene, who bloodied, burned, and whored as he pleased.

A devil who called himself a King.

Kai slowed down the car, just enough to where he could turn his head to look at Hisashi with a questioning gaze. "Of course, you'll be a good father."

"But...what if I end up being like my..."

Kai looked back at the road before placing his left hand on Hisashi's shoulder. "You are my son. Not by blood, not by name, but goddamn it, boy. You are my son, and I'm telling you. You will be a good father. You are no longer the sad, angry little boy from that rainy night all years ago. You've become a handsome young man who overcame a bad hand that life had dealt you. You've beaten the odds stacked against you and came out to be so strong. And I couldn't be more proud of you."

Hisashi sniffed as he felt his eyes burn from the tears that began welling up. The guilt in his heart, only getting heavier. "Dad...I..."

"Save those tears for a little while longer. You're going to need them soon..." Kai interrupted as he made a final turn into the hospital parking a lot. "Get out while I find a parking spot," Kai ordered him as he shut off the siren and car lights. Hisashi nodded as he opened the door.

"Dad...I.."

"GO! We'll talk again soon, go see your wife! She needs you now!"

Without another word Hisashi, closed the door and began to run toward the hospital entrance. Once Hisashi had been signed in and was led by a nurse to his wife's room. Along the way, he was met with Saya Doumeki, sitting in the lobby on the same floor Inko was on. The tall woman rose up with a smile on her face.

"Mom! How's In-"

Saya, however, simply placed a finger to her mouth to keep Hisashi from being too loud. "Keep it down, dear," she spoke softly, joining him and the nurse for the remainder of the way. "Just breathe easy, and we'll be there before you know it." She reassured him.

"How did everything go? Di-"

Saya gentled patted Hisashi's shoulder, silencing him again. "They're waiting for you." Was all Saya would say with a soft, serene smile on her face, stopping Hisashi from trying to speak again. It took a few more minutes before they arrived in front of Inko's room. The nurse stopped them from entering.

"Just one moment to make sure that your wife isn't being checked on by the doctor." The nurse said in a calming voice. Quickly knocking and then opening the door, the nurse slipped inside ahead of them. Leaving the two alone for the moment, which only made Hisashi more nervous until Saya held his hand and rubbed his back.

"She's strong, Hisashi." That was all she said to him as the nurse returned with a smile on his face.

"They're ready to see you, Mr. Midoriya." He said as he opened the door for them, leading to the dimly lit room. Hisashi entered slowly, only to be met with a sight that made him pause with a mixture of almost every single emotion possible. There on the bed was his beautiful wife Inko, holding on to a small bundle in her arms, looking at him with perhaps the most serene smile on her face.

"Go on, daddy, go see him," Saya whispered while giving Hisashi the tiniest push forward. It was only a few short steps, but with his shaky legs, it felt more like a mile in his weightiest costume. As Hisashi got ever closer, he began leaning in towards Inko.

"I'm...sorry Inko...for being too late to be there for you." Hisashi promptly apologized as he held his wife's hand, bowing his head in forgiveness. Inko, however, shook her head.

"Our son arrived early to see us sooner than expected! I can't fault you for being late," Inko answered with a chuckle as she turned the bundle to face him. Hisashi simply stared at the chubby face of his newborn son. The lad was calm with those bright green eyes looking up at him with curiosity. Hisashi seemed unsure of what to do until Inko gently raised him up.

"Say hi to your daddy Izuku." She spoke softly; as she handed him into her husband's arms. As Hisashi accepted his son, he froze, not wanting to move. Scared shitless of dropping this precious cargo in his arms, throat unable to make a sound as he simply stared at his son. Izuku, however, seemed more than happy enough to learn about his father instead. The baby took his tiny chubby arm out of his blanket to reach for him with what appeared to be a wide toothless smile on his face.

Hisashi held out his hand as his son grasped his index finger with those tiny hands of his, it suddenly clicked. This was real. His son was really here, alive and well. Hisashi didn't know when the tears began running down his face again. All he knew was they burned as his vision blurred, standing there feeling his son's hand for the first time. It was a lot for the poor man to process. He had imagined this moment time and time again. Yet, to be there now with the family he had made. Hisashi had finally reached his breaking point. All Hisashi could do was carefully wrap his arms around both the bundle and his wife. Repeating the only words he could think of at that moment, weeping as he did.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you."


Two Weeks Later

The Doctor sat there waiting for his guest to arrive, all while monitoring the status of perhaps his most extraordinary research project to date. The foundation was his Master's Magnum Opus. The search for his successor: The Crowning Project.

"Status for all of the current subjects green," The Doctor muttered to himself as he finished making the final checks within his laboratory. The walls were lined with twenty-four long glass tubes, most of them containing the small bodies of two-year-old children suspended in a fluid and connected with an oxygen mask. Tubes that almost glowed with a sickly green color provided most of the light for the laboratory. The lab was one of many that dotted Japan. Hiding in plain sight thanks for the foresight The Master had during the heights of his power.

This lab, however, was one of the few that housed the start-up for The Crowning Project. With these children serving as the fourth generation of babies bred in the house thanks to one of the Master's servants: The Phoenix King of the South. The thousands of eggs stolen by the Pheonix King years ago were fertilized with his generic material. While the women he commanded would be used as surrogates to carry his offspring to term.

However, only a select few from a handful of women met the generic criteria that the Doctor was looking for in his experiments.

If his theory was correct. The resulting genetic template he could discover could solve the issue of the Quirk Singularity he feared. While also providing The Master with the perfect heir. One with the capacity to naturally hold multiple quirks, even without All For One. Such a feat had yet to be accomplished, though his experiments had yielded promising results thanks to a handful of subjects to had already been tested.

As the Doctor read through the status reports checking for any irregularities with the children's development, a dark black-purple hole appeared to his immediate left. The Doctor chuckled as his guest appeared alongside his creation: Kurogiri, the foundational Noumu. The Doctor rose up from his seat to greet the man in the armored black-and-red costume that featured a crimson feathered-trimmed mantle lined with a golden edge that rested on his shoulders. His face was covered in a helm that looked like a fierce bird of prey with its top metallic head feathers arranged to look like a king's crown.

"Lord Kasei," The Doctor said with a slight bow.

"My good Doctor," The Phoenix King answered as he returned with a bow of equal depth. It was a mere formality between the two. As even the Yakuza boss knew that despite what he does for the Master compared to the other Cardinal Kings. The Doctor was the closest person All For One had to right-hand man among his circle and therefore ranked higher on the ladder.

Still, The Doctor played his part and paid his respects accordingly to the Master of the South.

"Come to check on your children, Sire?"

"Of course, as any good father would," The Phoenix King retorted with a dark chuckle from behind his helm.

The Doctor guided him toward each of the tubes.

"I just learned that my younger brother just had his first child a little over a week ago. A son." Said The Phoenix King as his golden eyes scanned each of his sons and daughters that floated in their tubes. Only twelve of the containers were actually filled and divided into four groups of three. Split up and divided by their biological mother, though most had been carried by different surrogates -save a set of twins. Their looks varied when it came to the half-siblings and full-blooded siblings.

"Congratulations, my Lord. I'm sure that his cousins will be delighted to meet him in the future." The Doctor remarked with his own dark chuckle.

"Unfortunately, the woman he bedded to produce his heir is completely worthless in terms of quirk." The man scoffed in a dismissive tone. "Telekinesis...what a joke. Love...nothing but a lie that the weak-willed use to convince themselves to bed useless people; strength is only truth in this world as the results speak for themselves." He added as he continued his survey.

"It took three separate tries to weed out the weak ones. Keeping the strong ones alive while making tweaks to the generic code in the next batch. All to get the best out these children here, my Lord." The Doctor commented as they circled around the room to the opposite wall where the next six children rested. "Unlike the last batch, I suspect that three-fourths will actually make it to the next phase and join their older siblings soon."

The Phoenix King chuckled again, "good, they need to be strong to survive what the Master has planned for them. If it meant culling the rejects, then so be it."

"Of course, the failed batches of the last three generations of possible heirs still proved useful." The Doctor explained as he motioned to Kurogiri, who had remained where he was like a silent sentinel. "The material they provided helped to begin creating my masterworks: The Noumu."

"Ah, and here I thought he was just a foreigner," The Phoenix King commented, looking back on the quiet smoky man. "Or someone from the Villain Factory."

"The ones who run that little Operation still answers to The Master," The Doctor replied with a chuckle. "While their means are similar to ours, our goals a vastly different. Still, it helps to have others do some of the research I have no time for."

"Such as quirk fusion and forced enhancements?"

"Ah, I see you have been doing your homework, Lord." The Doctor nodded, motioning to Kurogiri. "Indeed, call it a collaborative effort. We share some of our research data. It's how I turned the corpse of a dead UA student and used his quirk as the backbone. Combine that with a...few extra things to allow for new quirks to settle in thanks to the Master and voila."

"Using the dead, huh? It's almost like you've discovered a form of immortality."

"Indeed, my Lord. And if you so wished, should anything befall you in the future. I could even preserve you and make you even more powerful than ever before."

"We'll see what the future holds, my dear Doctor," answered The Phoenix King with an approving nod. "If these Noumu are anything like your Kurogiri, they could be powerful servants fit for a Ki- No an Emperor." The Phoenix realized with excitement. "I can only wonder which of you will rise to become that Emperor that lords over them all." He added as he continued to look at his progeny with a wild grin hidden under his helm.

His eyes continued to scan until he came across one that made him stop.

The second child of the fourth woman, in the center tube, caught his eyes. He remembered this one; after all, his surrogate was his favorite to bed when the mood struck him. Of all twelve children here, this boy was actually awake. His golden eyes stared right at him from the tube, wide and unblinking. The Phoenix King almost feel the intent behind those golden eyes, which would soon be shaped into malice.

The kind he would need to survive and thrive. It only served that he further stood out from the rest, looking almost just like him, save for the shape of his eyes. His mother's eyes, no doubt only with his eye color instead. He turned to see his siblings, that floated next to him on both his left and right-hand sides; one boy and one girl both with what seemed to be either dirty or ash-blond hair.

"Still, my Lord, breeding heirs like this from scratch is a slow, tedious process." The Doctor continued speaking as he observed the Phoenix King from behind.

"That's why the second phase of the Crowning Project is about to begin, my dear Doctor." The Phoenix King answered as he removed his helm with his left hand revealing his messy jet-black hair and golden eyes. While he placed his right hand on the tube that contained the son that stared back at him.

'You'd best grow strong to survive whatever the Master has planned, boy. Otherwise, you won't be worth the effort.'

"Yes, I believe Devilbolt will be leading the charge once his own son is born soon. A simple plan once I give him the traits to look for." The Doctor retorted with some regret in his voice. "Shame I couldn't convince him to give up his boy to our cause. It would have been easy to forge a death certificate for the child to explain way his disappearance."

"Kaminari has the same weakness as my moronic brother. Letting women control them," Hotori interjected as he looked away from his son, keeping his helm under his arm. His golden eyes were dull and emotionless. "I got whores to keep me satisfied whenever I want."

The Doctor had to stop himself from making a joke about getting tested, but knowing The Phoenix King had a reputation for dealing out a painful death to those who earned his wrath. He kept silent, for even with his Master's protection in the underworld would mean nothing if the man simply lost control right then and there.

"And speaking of covering deaths, Doctor."

The elder of the two looked up.

"I actually have another reason for being here. I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh?" The Doctor exclaimed as he sat back in his chair at the desk in the center. "What kind of favor?"

"Representative Saito's bastard turned out stillborn. I'm hoping to try to keep the brat's death private and use it to forge my heir's identity. The reward when one of them earns their place and kills the rest during the cullings."

"Ah...I see, once they reach their teens, it would be harder to tell what age they are when they re-enter society. What about gender? Should a girl take the role?" The Doctor asked, noting the age and knowing that three of twelve children were female.

"Call it trans for all the fucks I give, Doctor," Hotori answered, rolling his eyes and taking a page from the lessons he had learned from his father.

"And what about the Representative himself? Surely he must have some objections to some of this?" The Doctor continued to question as he grabbed his notepad to take some notes.

Hotori actually laughed quite hard at this question. "The amount of dirt I have on Saito would not only ruin his career but ruin his life completely and then some. Another reason to have whores on your payroll when it comes to idiots who can't seem to keep their mouths shut and just fuck."

"Mind you, he's not the only politician I got in my pocket. I've got many government officials, cops, and even several pros who work for me now. It's also how I got a new place lined up to store them when they're old enough to start using their quirks." Hotori motioned with his hands to the children around them. "Sort out the strongest from these twelve, and they will compete for the right to earn a name and a place at Saito's household at the new facility a year or two from now."

"Clever, have the good Representative come to my hospital in Jaku, and I'll be sure to sort it out for you...Oh, and the name for this child?" The Doctor asked as he looked up at The Phoenix King, who had turned to look at the black-haired son, once again.

The man simply stood there for a moment. Looking at his spawn before answering with irony as he picked the name.

"Ryū."


Author's Commentary (Remastered Edition)

The biggest revelation of the Untold Universe so far, I wanted to subvert a common trope of a hidden family member (often an OC) being a brother.

Given that no one considered, Izuku having more than just one cousin in the Untold Universe (Ryūko), I found it funny when this came up.

The Dichotomy between the two brothers makes for what I believe is a compelling contrast. Yakuza are not known for their treatment of women.

(However, it is not one-sided, as we will explore later.)

This opens to another contrast between fathers and sons, especially when it comes to future developments.

Chapter V: A Question Of Love be out soon.

As always everyone, I hope you've enjoyed the chapter and I hope to you again soon.

With love

-X