Thunder Hero: Baraquiel 6
It was a scream of terror, that punctured the calm night sky for Eraserhead and Baraquiel. With the reflexes of a cat, both Eraserhead and Baraquiel were descending the building, Eraserhead slinging himself towards the ground with his capture scarf whereas Baraquiel manipulated the electrons to slow his fall.
At three stories up, Baraquiel deactivated his quirk and he kicked off the class, to a lamppost, on top of the bus-stop with a roll before landing on his feet. He noticed Eraserhead, just across the street. With a pulse of electricity and the cost of a few lightbulbs he was across the street.
Baraquiel made it to the alleyway, where he was able to make out the bulky thickset problem. "Eraserhead, this is Baraquiel."
"Receiving, what have you got?"
Baraquiel sighed "The thug in question is one Hagumi Raiden, alias Kuro, a HPSC minion; this is some elaborate test to get some sort blackmail on me so I become lickspittle and asslicker to the HPSC."
Eraserhead had to conceal a snort "His quirk?"
"It's a psychological one. It's meant to make others cower in his presence and they do what he says."
"The influence on you?"
"Let's say that I've had better attempts…How do we do this?"
Eraserhead chuckled "This is your show."
Baraquiel nodded, he activated his quirk "Three people, one thug, three targets. All three are women…Here we go." Baraquiel moved, he tapped into the natural bioelectricity pulsing through his body; he rushed down the alleyway when everything went pear-shaped.
He felt himself slow down. The three women stopped acting as if they were being threatened by Kuro "You, motherfuckers. You've been planning this for a while."
Kuro grinned maniacally as he took a drink of beer "You, honestly thought that your blatant disrespect of the HPSC and our policies would go unpunished?"
"Yeah…Does make me wonder what you're trying to do in blackmailing Endeavour. Makes me wonder what the Commission has to hide."
"Okay then Hero, we're not so stupid to know that Kuro doesn't affect you…or you don't give it away. Let us see how you cope with us." Growled the Greenette snarled.
Baraquiel sighed "The four of you will be under arrest: for attempted blackmail, libel, slander, intention to harm, actual bodily harm, quirk-usage on a licenced hero. It doesn't have to go that way, we can deescalate this situation and we can enjoy our evening."
"Nice try Baraquiel, but you need to be punished." Stated the blonde.
"Unfortunately, none of you are in leather or latex, don't look like my misses and I don't give my consent."
The Hero earpieces connected to all local heroes in the vicinity. Eraserhead had launched a warning through the Hero App on his phone. It said 'Behind the Leakey Faucet, near UA.' The three heroes closest by were Mrs. Joke, Mr. Brave and Smoke. The Underground Hero community tended to act like a bunch of close-knit neighbours, you didn't pick a fight with one of them without at least three crawling out of the woodwork for a punch-up.
There was the common fact of; none of them trusted the HPSC. "Baraquiel, get out of there. You may be licenced to do Hero Work; this was a trap designed for you…Get out of there…Mrs. Joke and Mr. Brave are on en route." Eraserhead instructed.
"Got it." Baraquiel replied as he made out his opponents.
The first was Kuro; he wasn't the one to be worried about. However, the Greenette, Brunette and the Blonde; three very good-looking women on the other hand…Baraquiel didn't have a clue of what they could do. "You think we're just going to let you go?" Mocked the Blonde, her tone as cold as ice and it reflected in her ice-cold blue eyes.
"No. Kinda hoping it turns into a fight. Four thugs-for-hire, on behalf of the HPSC…Think of the controversy this is going to cause if it gets out that the policemen of the Heroes are trying to blackmail heroes into their own agenda. Besides, I'm betting you're creating the villains and choking the numbers of Heroes to effectively cow the public into mindless sheep."
The Blonde's eyes narrowed as the Greenette and the Brunette both gulped. Baraquiel smirked; he'd hit the nail on the head. The Blonde started, she chucked her hands out and Baraquiel felt like a skip had been thrown at him. The compressed kinetic energy emitted by the Blonde launched him out of the Alleyway. However, as he was about to right himself, he found himself being yanked back again.
Eraserhead watched, Baraquiel was doing everything by the book. That was a relief, the fact he was getting thrown around like a ragdoll was something, Eraserhead was going to work on. It turned out Baraquiel had a plan all along.
Baraquiel was suddenly hauled towards the four HPSC Officials and then Blondie intervened with the Greenette and together, they suspended him a metre off the floor. "He's not so tough…Look at him, suspended meekly like a kitten."
"Or, we're playing into his hands." Kuro rumbled, he had been rattled by their opponent. The fact he'd been beaten effortlessly by the 'Push and Pull Twins', made him feel increasingly more nervous.
"Push, Pull…do the pair of you, ever read? Especially the files you're given about the Heroes who toe the line?" Brunette asked.
"No…not normally."
Brunette groaned "You fools." Then Baraquiel struck.
"Telekinetic pushing, pulling and suspension…so many electrons being shoved around me…PHOTOBOMB!" Baraquiel thundered as he embraced the mental image of an electromagnetic pulse igniting. The alleyway suddenly erupted into white light the equivalent of a magnesium coil being ignited. The suspension ended, Baraquiel landed heavily on his knee.
As he recovered in a split second, Eraserhead and a Green Haired Female Hero who Baraquiel guessed to be Mrs Joke, barrelled down the Alley way. Baraquiel, flood his body with electricity "Painful Humiliation!" He called as he performed the perfect splits in front of Mrs. Joke, who with her brass knuckled, punching gauntlets delivered a text book knock out punch to the Telekinetically Attracting HPSC member.
Baraquiel pulled himself to his feet, to see the other sister getting hung upside down in Eraserheads binding cloth. Mr. Brave had hairendously taken the Brunette, superior hostage. It turned out, a good portion of Brave's suit was made from his hair and with a throat-led armbar, he managed to harden his suit with blades to rest against her throat "I wouldn't do anything stupid right now."
"The Commission will be informed about this!"
"The Commission will, but will they act?" Came another voice, this came from a Detective.
"True-Man." Came the voice of Eraserhead.
"Eraserhead, what happened?"
"I was taking a new Hero Intern out on Patrol; we came across a thug threatening three women. I allowed Baraquiel to investigate, it turned out to be a trap. Baraquiel tried to de-escalate the situation but it ended up with two of them using their quirks to push, pull and suspend him. They didn't know the true capabilities of Baraquiel; by then you were coming on scene as were Mrs. Joke and Mr. Brave. The four of us dealt with situation, then you arrived."
"Baraquiel, was it? I'm True-Man, I work on the Police Force, I liase with Heroes and the exchange of apprehended villains from Heroes to Police Justice."
Baraquiel nodded and held his tongue "Well met, Officer."
True-Man took the opportunity to look Baraquiel up and down "High powered electrical or lightning quirk, scrapper and scrappy fighter…through the roof pain tolerance and itchy finger against governmental policies? I'm looking at a very jaded teen."
Baraquiel let out chuckle "Yes. Yes you are."
"And everything you want to say will get you arrested…"
"Yup."
True-Man snorted "I'll need you to come down to the Station, later today…We can chat there and properly introduce ourselves…Relax, it's not as bad as you might think. I'm one of the nice ones."
"I'll take your word for it True-Man…Anyway, Eraserhead-sensei, where to next?"
"Back to residences…You've got another situation to get out of."
Baraquiel stopped momentarily "I'm not in a body-bag."
"You're with Underground Heroes, all of whom have an interesting sense of humour." Mrs. Joke chimed in with a grin on her face.
It was just before 2am, when Baraquiel and Eraserhead made it through the front gates of UA. Baraquiel pulled his hood and mask off and rolled his shoulders "Thanks, Sensei…that was interesting." Harry said bowing to the older man.
"No problem Baraquiel; despite everything you've done really well for yourself. You and Todoroki graduate this year."
"Yeah…I'll worry about that later."
Eraserhead chuckled "Your NQT Applications been accepted and I'd like to take you on as my TA."
Harry stopped outside his flat "That'd be amazing. Thank you."
(Time skip. Harry and Fuyumi are now 22 and 21 respectively. The timeline is now more or less around S1 Ep1 Midoriya Izuku: Origin)
The sound of two babies wailing on the monitor stirred Harry. Harry rolled out of bed with a thump, as the momentarily feeling of cold coming from the duvet onto the floor woke him. Harry checked the clock, it was just after 4am. He hadn't been on patrol and Eraserhead had only just about nodded off.
"Harry…"
"Don't worry love, I've got this." Harry replied pulling on a t-shirt. It had been four years, four years since he left Britain. Four years since he ran into Todoroki Fuyumi and had somehow managed to whisk her off her feet.
Now, here they were; married with two incredible twins. A pair of non-fraternal twins Nozomi and Hiroto; both of them adorable with manes of black, red and white hair. It appeared that Fuyumi and Harry both had the genetics for inherently messy hair "Easy, now. Easy, now. Daddy's here." Harry whispered as he scooped them off.
The wailing, subsided from Nozomi almost immediately. Hiro, on the other hand had remained silent the entire time "Do you want to be with mummy?" There was a small snuffling sound.
As Harry adjusted his daughter "You need a new nappy." With his left arm, he scooped up his son as well.
"Harry, what is it?"
"Puppies need new nappies. Nozomi, had an accident…I think."
Fuyumi gave a tired giggle, before rousing herself from the bed. She turned on the light and plucked Hiroto from her Husband, before handing Harry a nappy. The smell of Nozomi's accident hit Harry like nothing else "Whatever, we're feeding you lass it needs to change."
Fuyumi giggled. Her grasp of English had transformed dramatically. It took a lot for her husband to acknowledge potent smells and this was one of those times…she blamed the sushi. Despite giving birth to two incredible kids at a very young age, Fuyumi had managed to maintain a very good figure. She watched as Harry, deftly changed the nappy and chucked the other one away. "You okay?"
Harry turned to her, a grin on his face "I am indeed. I've got my Godson, my amazing Wife and Kids. I'm the Hero who got what finally wanted! This…" He gestured, to the flat everything in it "well not necessarily the location but I can't complain. Family, House, Three Jobs! And best thing of all; no world ending crises; and thus no-one to blame me for crap that people SHOULD have seen coming."
Fuyumi; shook her head, picked up her son and wandered back to bed "You coming?"
Harry nodded and scooping Nozomi, up, he headed back to bed. As Harry rested, with Nozomi on his stomach. As he fell asleep, he grinned as he thought about how his life had changed so much. He was grateful for Aizawa expelling the most recent batch of students; they reminded Harry of Malfoy and his Cronies.
"I've not thought of them in forever…Well, Shoto's over today. This'll be fun."
Harry's dramatic entry into the Todoroki Household had changed things drastically for his youngest Brother-in-Law. Whereas before, he might have been socially stunted and not understand the majority of the pop culture references or even the metaphors and turns of phrase, this wasn't even including his potential non-people skills. However, this time, Harry had intervened just enough to make Shoto, a slightly less autonomous bland drone hero in the making.
He and Fuyumi had done it with by both sitting Todoroki down to watch whatever he wanted on tv and to 'make his room his'. The flat was more of a small house; a maisonette really. Four bedrooms; en suite and a separate bathroom. Shoto stayed at home Monday to Thursday and on Friday, Harry or Fuyumi would meet him after school and they'd get food and he would truly relax.
If Shoto wanted to train Harry indulged him and the two bonded.
"Nii-san, is it bad that I consider you a better role-model and father-figure." Shoto asked as he sent out a ray of fire.
Harry temporarily paralysed himself, before just managing to pull up a wall of ice, which crumpled to Shoto's weak fire ray. "Yes and no. Yes because it speaks a lot about my Father-in-Law, and no because…it means I'm doing something right."
"What do you mean?"
"For me, as I'm an orphan and brought up in an extremely rough environment; I didn't have the best of role-models to look up to. Rather I had role-models I didn't want to follow, then I met your sister and I've been…"
"Pulling things other than lightning bolts out of your ass?" Shoto replied with a grin on his face.
"Shaddup, runt. Sooner we finish, sooner we can get ice cream and soba. No, Shoto…I will never make you Soba Ice-cream."
"Shoto, starts UA this Spring."
"Aye, unless he bombs the recommendation examination which is unlikely then he'll positively wreck the common exam. Anyway, I've got my agency to unlock."
Fuyumi groaned "Late lunch?"
"Late lunch." Harry agreed as he got dressed and began bustling around getting ready. Little did he know that, on this particular average day, one Midoriya Izuku would cross his path and that a fuse would be ignited.