Sorry for making you all wait, it was a little while longer than I wanted to. I was caught up with stuff IRL, as well as trying to form a schedule for what chapters I release for what stories in what order, or at least some form of pattern that I could latch onto and use as a template for the future. Anyhow, this will be the last chapter for the Revelations arc, and in the next chapter we'll be starting up something new. Why will this be the last chapter for this arc? Simple, I plan to dump a massive plot bomb on you all. Trust me, it is very important for the continuance of this story and will be integral for later plot threads.

Anyways, that being said, before we begin, I want to thank Doc43Souls for the comment they left on Fanfiction Dot Net. I'll be honest, this guy right here gave me the needed motivation to actually plant my ass down and write this stupid thing. So, thank them for inadvertently kicking my ass in gear.

Small note: After thinking about it over and over again, I've decided that this story will become a Harem. However! And I mean a big HOWEVER in all caps, it will only contain two female characters. If you read the tags on Ao3, you'll know who one of those characters are, and who the other one is by reading this chapter. I hope that this does not change the mood of the story, however, the way I am writing the characters in this fic, the decision makes logical sense. You'll see what I mean when you read the chapter.

Now, before we begin…

I have a P-Atr-Eon. Please check it out! The links are all in my bios on Wattpad, FF Dot Net, Ao3, and Qoutev. Just in case, here is the link: gobblegum2?fan_landing=true&view_as=public

And with that being said, one more thing….

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.

IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!

IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU...

THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION

I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA

ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS

[Vol 2 – 4: Revelations – Pt 4]

When Izuku entered his apartment, he let out a small sigh. He had to admit, he felt kind of bloated. Not because he had eaten too much, but because that abusive homeless guy was just that fat. The guy was at least 250 pounds of pure fat, and less muscle, meaning that it was the equivalent of eating an entire greasy fast food menu for him.

That being said, he wouldn't deny that it tasted good.

Still, he had more pressing matters to deal with, key of which being the voice in his head he heard not too long ago. He had never once heard that voice before, at least, ever in his waking moments. The times he did sleep, which was few and far between, he would occasionally hear a voice similar to what he heard before, though far quieter. The one notable time he heard it was when he was deciding on an alias for himself.

It was extremely uncommon for him to hear that voice, so for it to make an appearance at the warehouse meant that it had to be important. Not only that, but for whatever reason, it wasn't communicating with him anymore, at least, whilst he was awake. So, that meant, for him to figure out who or what it was that was talking to him, he was going to have to close his eyes and "sleep."

And so, that was exactly what he planned to do.

Sitting down on the couch in his living room, he closed his eyes and leaned back. The next thing he knew, he was greeted with a dark void. There was nothing in the void, nothing but swirls of white, and dark black fixtures, with a spiralling yellow circle dead set in front of him. But that wasn't what he was paying attention to. While the void looked, well, less like a void and more or less something ripped out of a space odyssey, Izuku was focused on the strange red light floating just a few inches in front of him.

It was small, maybe about the same size as his hand, and it had red sparks flying off of it, almost like a pixie from Peter Pan. Aside from that, it had no real defining features. It simply looked like a glowing circle, and that was about it.

And then, most bizarrely of all, it spoke.

"I see… so this is my reincarnation. How… interesting."

Izuku eyed the orb of light with a raised eyebrow. "Reincarnation? I'm sorry, but I don't follow. Are you perhaps the voice I've heard in my head?" Izuku asked, to which the orb fluttered around his head, then around his body, before then moving back to being in front of him, then moving a few feet away.

"Yes, that would be correct, Midoriya Izuku," The orb said, bobbing up and down, before then flickering. The orb sighed, zipping in a circle before landing on the ground. "I do not have much time. I only have around 3 minutes, total, to interact with you. Technically speaking, I'm not even supposed to be here. I should be erased from existence, seeing as a majority of my soul lingers within your form. Something must have occurred for even a fraction of me to remain existent. So, I will cut the chitchat and get straight to the point." The orb continued before something strange happened. The orb shone a bright light, and then it took the form of… someone.

The person in question was easily a foot taller than Izuku, with slicked-back black hair, familiar red eyes, and pale skin. He wore a white shirt, with black suspender jeans, as well as a black and red striped tie dangling from the collar of his shirt. An air of regality wafted around the man, almost as if Izuku was staring at a king.

"I am Muzan Kibutsuji. The man whom you are the reincarnation of, and the former King of all Demonkind. You are what's left of my soul, given and shaped into a new form. As a result, you are the next generation of the Demons, seeing as you are a progenitor," Muzan stated, arms crossed as Izuku listened with rapt attention.

"Regarding your abilities, you share all of them with me, and all of which you are aware of, minus a few. The ones you are aware of are your Bone Whips, the ability that allows you to turn humans into Demons, so long as they survive the process of being able to handle your blood and the transmutation that occurs when bonding with it and the ability to shapeshift into any form you desire." Muzan paused, adjusting his stance to a more neutral one, before then continuing.

"The abilities you are NOT aware of, at least up until now are as follows: The ability to swap between your dormant form, which is the form you are in now, and your attack form, which I have reason to believe will appear different from my own. The ability to communicate with the Demons you create from long distances, as well as manipulate the blood within their bodies to damage them if they go too far out of line, and the ability to inflict a curse upon those who say your last name so long as they have your blood in you."

It was at this point that Muzan began to rub at his chin, a curious expression on his face as he spoke. "Surprisingly, another form of power lurks within you. If I were to guess, it might be other abilities that your body has developed. In my case, I was never able to develop any such abilities due to my body never being complete. You, on the other hand with your immunity to the sun, seem to be able to develop new abilities over time. I'd say I look forward to seeing them, but I doubt I'll be able to. I only have 30 seconds left before this part of me disappears into the ethos."

As Muzan said this, his ethereal body began to dissolve. He frowned, looking at Izuku before smirking, a prideful gleam in his eyes as he spoke what Izuku had to assume would be the only words he'd ever speak again. "Do not forget, boy. You are an apex predator, the strongest creature to ever breathe air on this fine Earth! Nothing can stand in your way! Create more Demons, push Humanity into the box they were never supposed to leave, and rule the world! Make the world rue the day they forgot about Demonkind!"

And with that, Muzan vanished from thin air, and Izuku woke up with a jolt, his body lurching forward as he gasped. New abilities? Long-ranged communication? Progenitor Demon? Demonkind? Name Curses? Strongest Creature? He knew he wasn't human… but a Demon? That seemed… reasonable, now that he thought about it.

Demons were man-eating creatures once thought to be of myth and legend. But he was a living, breathing example of that statement to be false. And if there was a previous Demon King before him, that being this Muzan person he took the name of as his alias… then that meant that the Demons truly did exist in the past and that it was his duty to make sure the world, specifically humanity, to make sure that they would never forget about the Demons ever again.

Izuku smiled. There was one thing that Muzan mentioned that he was able to do that he never tried before. That being long-ranged communication and torture. And seeing as he had a rogue Demon named Ochako Uraraka who seemed to have an unreasonable hatred levied toward him, he decided to test out this new trick of his.

Narrowing his eyes, he took a deep breath and channelled the Demon's name in the back of his mind. His face began to tingle, and then, a sharp pain reverberated in the back of his mind, almost as if a plug had been plugged into an outlet, and the connection to Ochako Uraraka had been the plug-in. His smile turned to a grin, as he cracked his neck.

Time to test out his new toy.

xxXXxxXXxx

Sitting underneath a tree in Musutafu national park, Ochako Uraraka's body shook with rage once unknown to her. In that rage, was confusion, sorrow, and regret. Confusion because her body had undergone a complete transformation into something that was not human. Sorrow, because she could never face her family again now that she was turned into this… this hideous monster! And regret for eating those corpses.

And the worst part? They were the best things she had ever eaten since her mom's homemade mochi! Her fingers, no, her claws dug into the ground effortlessly as tears trickled down her cheeks. She was paler than she was before, and her eyes were different. The whites of her eyes were pink, and her pupils remained brown, which she guessed was somewhat comforting, but the rest of her body had changed! Well, internally, at least. On the outside, she looked the same as before, minus the whole paler skin thing.

In reality, she was sure her parents wouldn't have minded the change, but it was the principle of things, damnit! What would they do when they saw her eyes? Maybe they'd think them to be fake contacts? Even so, when they found out otherwise, they'd be horrified!

Or maybe they wouldn't react that way? Honestly, she had no clue until she faced them. That was the thing, though. She didn't want to face them. It was bad enough that she could no longer eat her Mom's homemade mochi, at least according to Izumi Sugiyama: The Hero Cannibal, which by the way she was not expecting to be a teenage girl who looked pretty to boot, but that was neither here nor there. The point was that she changed, and not for the better.

Er, well, technically she was resurrected, which made it even worse, but again that wasn't the point. She felt violated, and there was nothing she could do about it. The Hero Cannibal changed her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't even fight back against the teen, seeing as she was leagues stronger than her, and outsped her by a country mile! Literally! When she blinked after lunging at her, Ochako found herself cut in two faster than she could say "holy shit!"

And then came the fact that she was forced to be a cannibal! A freaking cannibal! Not a carnivore, but a cannibal! She didn't want to eat people! That was wrong! Not only that, but it would make her a hypocrite if she started to eat other people, especially after calling Izumi a monster!

That was when it hit her. Ochako jumped up from her seat underneath the tree, a wide smile on her face as a rush of adrenaline filled her veins. She had The Hero Cannibal's name! She could report her identity to the police! She could get The Hero Cannibal arrested! She could—

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Ochako Uraraka."

A pulsing pain ran throughout Ochako's head as she came crashing down to her knees, gripping the sides of her head in pure agony. The voice inside her head sounded an awful lot like Izumi's, though a bit more masculine than before. "Urrgghh…! What… What the hell…!" Ochako groaned, bending over as her elbows touched the ground.

"Did you really think I would let you know my true name and appearance? That's funny. Really funny." The voice admonished, as it hummed thoughtfully. "You know this is the first time I'm doing this, telepathically communicating with my thralls, that is. And it's all thanks to a little… helper, shall I say, that I'm now aware of this ability. And I plan to use it to its fullest extent." The voice said, a laughing following after its speech. "Let me let you in on a little tidbit of information you should know, just for future reference. You will listen and obey every command I give you. Because if you don't… well…."

There was a pause. And then, Ochako's right arm exploded into a river of blood and pain unlike any other that she had experienced before, a bellowing scream leaving the girl as she cried tears of unrivalled pain and distress. She fell to her side, sobbing uncontrollably as her arm slowly began to regenerate back from the stub that it was left in.

"That is only one iota of the pain that you will suffer if you backstab me. I will not hesitate to kill you myself if you fall out of line." The voice stated, its tone unforgiving as the brunette could finally feel her other hand. "Be that as it may, I am anything but unforgiving. I will not hesitate to reward you if you prove to be a faithful thrall. After all, you are an apex predator, now. Stronger than everyone around you. All you have to do is kill and devour those pathetic weaklings that walk amongst you. And if the idea of killing the innocent sickens you, why not solely target fake heroes and villains? The people you eat do not matter to me. All that matters is that you become stronger. If you fail to do that, then I will eliminate you myself. Are we clear?"

Ochako wiped the tears away from her eyes as best she could, slowly and shakily standing up. A pit deeper than the Marianas trench formed in her stomach at the realization of just how powerless she was in this situation. And upon that realization, she found an understanding. For the time being, she'd choose to believe the voice. She'd choose to listen to the voice. But the moment she got stronger than the voice… it was game over for them.

"I… understand," Ochako whispered, as the voice chuckled.

"Good. I hope our next in-person meeting does not go the same way as it did before, Ochako Uraraka. Farewell."

And with that, the voice disappeared, and along with it her headache. She clenched her regrown hand multiple times, looking down at it with a hint of disbelief. She couldn't believe that this was what she was able to do. Regenerate lost limbs seemed like something pulled out of an urban fantasy. Even the most potent of regeneration Quirks couldn't regenerate a lost limb! Maybe a finger, or perhaps even a hand, but never a full limb without severe consequences. In that aspect, she was practically unkillable!

Then… an idea wormed its way into her head.

"I can't become a hero my ass…! The voice was right, as long as I only target villains, and keep it discrete enough, I can continue my dream and become the hero that I told mom and dad that I would become! U.A., here I come!" Ochako thought, about to head out of the forest, when a thought came to her. "Wait a minute… what about my Quirk…?"

If her body changed… then did that mean her Quirk did too? Because if that was the case, then that would mean she'd need to test it out, and seeing as she was in the middle of a forest, she could test it out without having to worry about anyone reporting her for illegal Quirk Usage.

And so, true to form, Ochako walked over to a rock she saw off in the distance. She placed her right hand with all five fingers on the rock, a bright pink glow omitted around the rock, and then, it began to float just a little bit off of the ground. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at the rock with curiosity. Her Quirk, Gravity, allowed her to remove the gravity of an object causing it to float upward.

But right now, the rock wasn't moving past the height of her hand. Which confused her. That wasn't how her Quirk worked. Moving her hand behind her head, just before she scratched the back of her neck, the rock moved up to the level of where her hand would've been.

And that was when she realized something. The rock moved around when her hand moved around. She did remove its gravity, just like her Quirk was supposed to do. But, she could move it around with her hand. Meaning, she had complete control over what she touched, so long as she removed the gravity of it! That kind of control was something she wished she had before! And now, she had it!

The best part? She didn't even feel nauseous! In other words, her Quirk no longer had the weaknesses that were plaguing it before!

Balling her hand into a fist to do a celebratory jump, she was about to declare her triumph, only for the rock to shatter into a million little pieces. Well, not a million, per se, but into small chunks. Her eyes widened at that as she looked at her hands, then back to the remains of the rock. She just crushed that rock without even trying. No, actually, that wasn't it. She felt a weight being applied to the rock when she did that.

The air felt thicker, she even noticed that bits of grass were moving upward toward the rock as she balled her hand into the fist.

And then, a realization hit her like a speeding train.

She didn't crush it. She added gravity to it.

Her Quirk had evolved. Not only had it evolved, but it had also changed fundamentally. And it had something to do with The Hero Cannibal. She didn't know why she thought that to be the case, but she did. It was all too much of a coincidence for it to be not. First, they resurrected her as some sort of monster, she gained the ability to regenerate, and her Quirk had somehow changed.

And then, an idea formed in her head. They had resurrected her, amped up her power, and made her far more formidable. Not only was she far more formidable, but she felt a million times stronger than she was before. She wasn't human anymore, which was what The Hero Cannibal had said. She was on a whole other level compared to everyone around her, and because of that, nothing short of another being like her could touch her.

If she became a hero, she'd be incredibly successful in her own right. All she had to do was listen to whatever The Hero Cannibal wanted her to do, and she'd be able to stay alive. She could continue her dream toward being a hero, and make The Hero Cannibal happy all at the same time.

Now her only hang-up was her parents and her current schooling situation. However, that decision was quickly made up. She was going to finish her school year, and explain to her parents what happened. And when she did that, she would attempt the U.A. entrance exam.

But before she could do anything else, her stomach growled at her.

She was hungry.

There was a rustling in the bushes, and her head snapped over to its direction. A little kid ran out of the bushes, followed by several other children, two more to be exact, totalling three kids. They were wearing bright clothing, probably so they didn't get lost. Her expression dropped, her eyes narrowed, and all thoughts went out the window. The only thing on her mind was food.

The kids all looked at her, and at that moment, she saw their fear. The rational side of her screamed at herself, telling her to go and find something else, but a more feral side to her—a stronger side of her—took control at that moment, and barred her teeth in a wicked, cruel smile.

A series of screams.

And then…

Silence.

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At Musutafu Private School, Mikan leaned up against a locker, scrolling through her phone as she read the latest news article. Last night, three corpses belonging to three yet unidentified children were found within Musutafu National Park, all partially devoured. It seemed as if The Hero Cannibal had moved past eating Fake Heroes and moved on to eating civilians now, at least, according to the headline on The Guardian.

She wasn't going to lie, she was sort of a fan of The Hero Cannibal. She kinda found their work to be far better than that of The Hero Killer; because unlike The Hero Killer, The Hero Cannibal went after real fake heroes.

Now, granted, killing was never an option, but she found a distinct satisfaction when reading up on The Hero Cannibal's latest victim being killed. What could she say? Pedophiles and abusers deserved what they got, and if that meant having their faces ripped off and their bodies desecrated, then so be it.

However, it seemed that as of late, Fake Heroes weren't the only things on the menu anymore. Civilians were now, too. Which meant that he was no longer just "The Hero Cannibal" but a crazed lunatic to the broader public.

Of course, there was also the possibility that posers were running about trying to make The Hero Cannibal look like a monster. Hell, in a rare event, The Hero Cannibal themselves, using what she could only assume was a burner phone, even cleared up the confusion on Twitter, saying that these were imitators and that they had nothing to do with the children's corpses. They even vowed to find whoever did it, and "do unto them what they did unto those children" as they worded it.

Of course, the tweet was deleted by Twitter themselves, but for fans like herself, that was more than enough to believe The Hero Cannibal's "innocence" for the lack of a better word.

However, on a more homefront issue, her father was beyond annoyed by the stunt The Hero Cannibal pulled. They tracked the burner phone's location, only to find it destroyed in the middle of a clearing in a forest miles away from the city. They had been prepared to bring them in, to finally catch the illusive S-Class Villain, even bringing a couple of top pro heroes like Ryukyu and Hawks to catch the bastard, only to find a broken cellphone and a written note saying: "You'd think it would be that easy?" To add salt to the wound, there was a smiley face drawn in the corner.

Her father wouldn't stop talking about it at dinner last night, and to say that everyone was a bit annoyed about it was an understatement. However, the frustration was warranted. The public was whipped up into a frenzy over the last month and a half. Heroes kept dropping like flies, said heroes being revealed to be pedophilic monsters after their deaths, corpses that appeared to be eaten kept popping up, and neither the police nor the pro heroes had been able to get a feeling as to what the villain responsible even looked like.

Some people were still vocally asking to know what happened to the Midoriya's, seeing as that it was around that time when The Hero Cannibal cases started up. That got some crazy people to speculate that the missing son of Inko Midoriya might've been responsible for the deaths. However, due to him being dubbed as a missing person, and also considered dead, the police didn't bother to look into it, even if it did seem reasonable to assume.

Of course, usually, they would consider that. However, seeing as at the time of their deaths, Midoriya Izuku had pissed off a local gang and had apparently been being followed around the city at the time according to some eyewitnesses. So, the idea of him being even remotely responsible for what happened and or being linked to The Hero Cannibal seemed outlandish. Chances were that he was abducted by the Mob and put into a human trafficking ring, at which point there was nothing else that could be done about it.

Still, though, it was a reasonable conclusion, and if she ever got to meet The Hero Cannibal, that would definitely be a question she'd ask. Public opinion in Heroes was beginning to wain ever-so-slightly, though a lot of people were under the belief that if The Hero Killer did make themselves known, All Might would be able to defeat him.

"Tsukauchi-san!"

Mikan looked up from her phone to see one of her classmates, Reiko Yanagi, walking up to her with a small, barely noticeable smile on her face. She had her arms just barely in front of her like she always did, her chin-length silver hair covering one of her eyes as per usual, and her near-emotionless eyes—minus the small spark that lit up upon seeing her—looked as charming as they always did.

Both were adorned in the school's uniform, that being a white shirt, black tie, and blue knee-high skirt with black stockings, and both as far as Mikan was concerned rocked it.

"Ah, Yanagi-chan, how're you this morning?" Mikan asked, turning around to put her phone away in her locker. Reiko, for her part, clasped her hands together with as bright of a smile as she could manage.

"I'm doing great, thank you. What about you, though? We're supposed to have a new student in our class today, and I for one am excited. I heard he was cute," Reiko said as Mikan raised an eyebrow, finally opening her locker as she slipped her phone inside.

"You actually care about that gossip crap, Yanagi-chan? And here I thought you were above that," Mikan snarked as Reiko's cheeks flushed red.

"H-Hey! L-look, just because I don't care for the casual jock talk from the usual circle jerks, doesn't mean I don't keep my ears open for something I do care about," Reiko said as Mikan giggled. The bell chimed as Mikan closed the door to her locker, snapping the lock shut as the pair made their way to their classroom.

The classroom was your atypical classroom: four rows of five desks, a blackboard, a place for teachers to stand and teach the class, and shelves with textbooks in the back of the room. Mikan sat at the back of the classroom, whereas Reiko sat more toward the front of the class, though this was due to the seating arrangement rather than what the two friends wanted.

It didn't take long for everyone else to trickle in, and for the teacher, Mr. Yatsuhashi, to walk into the classroom. Dressed in a black and white plaid shirt, red jeans, and a pair of glasses, the gorilla-appearing mutant-type Quirk user stood at the front of the class with a smile on his face. As was apparent, Takeo Yatsuhashi's Quirk was Gorilla, giving him the appearance of a Gorilla with all of the strengths of a Gorilla.

"Good morning, class!" Mr. Yatsuhashi said, clearing his throat as a sea of 'good mornings' came from the class. With a quick nod, Mr. Yatsuhashi continued. "Now, I'm sure you've heard that we are getting a new student, which is unusual seeing as we are halfway through the semester. However, this student has shown a great deal of talent, so, I would like you all to welcome him," Mr. Yatsuhashi said as the sliding door to the classroom opened, and in stepped someone that Mikan recognized immediately.

The boy was of average height, with green and black hair, red eyes, and a pale complexion. He was wearing the school's male uniform, that being the white shirt, black tie, and black jeans with black shoes, and his hair was slicked back with just a single hair over his forehead. When the teen walked up to the front of the class, a myriad of whispers made their way around the classroom, though they abruptly stopped when Mr. Yatsuhashi coughed into his hand.

"Settle down class, settle down. Now, would you kindly introduce yourself to the class?" The teacher asked the teen, who nodded.

"My name is Kibutsuji Muzan," the boy said, bowing. "Please take care of me," Muzan said as he stood up. Everyone remained silent, but a lot of eyes were already on him, mostly from the female crowd, and some from the male crowd. One of those sets of eyes belonged to Mikan, flabbergasted at seeing him at her school.

"Thank you, Kibutsuji-kun. We have an extra seat prepared for you behind Tsukauchi-san," Mr. Yatsuhashi said as Muzan walked to the back of the class, but not before flashing Mikan a smile as he took his seat behind her. Mikan felt a small blush creep its way onto her cheeks upon seeing him again, but was brought out of her thoughts once classes began.

The day turned out as normally as it usually did, and when the bell rang for lunch, Mikan stood up from her chair and spun around to see Muzan, who was smiling at her with an innocent look in his eyes. "Hello, Tsukauchi-san. How are you doing?" The teen asked as Mikan huffed.

"Are you seriously in my class?!" Mikan said an annoyed look in her eyes as Muzan raised an eyebrow.

"Uh… I do not see why this is an issue. I mean… what's the problem? Also, your cheeks are a little red. Are you okay?" Muzan asked as Mikan covered the lower half of her face, turning away to look at the window.

"N-Never mind…!" Mikan muttered.

"Hah, Tsukauchi-san, you know Kibutsuji-kun?" The sudden voice of Reiko caught Mikan off guard, and she jumped back in surprise. Reiko had a curious look in her eyes, all the while Muzan smiled.

"I saved her life from a pervert a month ago. I had just moved into the area and was getting some groceries when I heard her scream for help. So, I came to her rescue. She was already unconscious by the time I got there, so I took her to Musutafu National Park. I walked her home, and that was the end of our meeting. After that, she popped by the Mcdonald's I work at a handful of times. That's about the extent we know about each other."

A shocked expression made itself apparent on Reiko's face, before looking over to Mikan. "Is that true, Tsukauchi-san?! You were almost… uh…."

"Y-Yes! And I don't want to talk about it," Mikan snapped, making Reiko flinch. The brunette sighed, collecting herself as she looked at Muzan with a small smile on her face. "And I'm still thankful for what you did that night. So, once again, thank you. My dad's been meaning to ask you to come over for dinner, but he's been rather busy."

Muzan waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, thank you for the offer. I already have plans tonight. I'm visiting someone who I haven't seen in a rather long time. Tell your father that I am thankful for the invitation, but that I'll pass," Muzan said, humming in thought for a moment, before then asking a question. "Say… your father is obviously Naomasa Tsukauchi, correct? So… I wonder, what is your Quirk? It's not a lie-detector Quirk, so you probably have something similar to your mother's Quirk, right?"

Mikan sighed, rubbing the back of her neck with an anxious look on her face. "I… um…. I don't have a Quirk," Mikan said, making Muzan's eyes widen. At the sight of that, she quickly retraced her steps. "I-I mean I don't have the toe joint, so that means I'm bound to awaken one at some point, but… it just… hasn't shown up yet…" Mikan said as Muzan's eyes gleamed with sympathy.

"I see… does anyone give you grief over it?" Muzan asked as Mikan shook her head.

"Not… anymore. Not after my dad came to the school and did a presentation on Quirkless Discrimination, and what the repercussions of committing that crime entail. But…! But I'm not Quirkless, damnit! I know I have a Quirk! The toe x-ray is a flawless way of checking if someone has a Quirk or not! So…! So I have to have a Quirk!" Mikan said, her eyes almost watery. She didn't see it, but an almost predatory gleam appeared in Muzan's eye for half-a-second, before he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Mikan looked at Muzan, his red eyes gleaming in the light as he smiled. The way the light shone down on him like some sort of angel, the way his hair sat on his head as their eyes met, and the way he stood with his hand on her shoulder caused butterflies to make their way to her stomach.

"It's alright, Tsukauchi-san. It doesn't matter what you are, I won't think less of you no matter if you have a Quirk or not," Muzan said, letting go of her shoulder as he put his hands in his pants pockets, his shoulders relaxed as he looked over at the time. "Well, I'm going to go for a walk. I ate before class before you ask. I'll catch you all later."

And with that, Muzan left the classroom to go on a walk. And it was when he left that a realization washed over Mikan like a tidal wave.

She had a crush on the new kid. She had a crush on Muzan Kibutsuji.

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"And thus, once more, filth has been purged," Stain, otherwise known to the very few who know the real him, Chizome Akaguro, said as he wiped his steel-bladed Katana free of the filthy Blood of yet another fake Pro Hero. His duty was now fulfilled, and the idea of tainted, false hero trash and their disgusting blood tainting his blade for longer than it had to, sickened him. Strange, seeing as he killed Fake Heroes for practically a living, but that was neither here nor there.

Stain was tall, around 180 cm to be precise, kitted out in a black combat suit, plated with metal armour across his body which was meant to holster every single one of his many, many blades. The combat suit was sleeveless, which exposed his rather beefy arms, which were wrapped up in bandages to appear more creepy.

On his wrists were a couple of wristbands, and on his left arm was a watch, which was used to track the time his Quirk, Bloodcurdle, paralyzed his targets for. His knees and elbows were protected by metal plates so that no one could get a cheap shot on him when he wasn't fully paying attention. For footwear, he wore a pair of black boots with spiked toes and sides, so that if he kicked someone, he could stab them and make them bleed. Around his upper face, he wore a white tattered cloth to cover up his disfigured nose and upper portion of his face.

Sheathing his blade, he began to walk out of the alleyway, his job completed when he heard a meowing sound come from behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a small orange, black and white cat that he recognized. His eyes widened upon seeing it and knelt down so it would walk up to him.

"Maru-chan… how did you find me?" Chizome asked the cat, only for it to purr and rub fondly at his leg. Maru-chan was a cat that he met a few years back, a stray that took a liking to him. Well, it wasn't a stray, it in fact had an owner, but who could fault him for thinking it a stray by the way it looked at the time?

Curiously, in its mouth was a letter. Maru-chan passed him the letter, to which he opened it after seeing that it was addressed to him. Not "Stain" but to Chizome Akaguro. The letter read as follows.

Dear Akaguro-kun:

I hope this letter finds you well. I've sent Chachamaru to give you this letter, as this is of utmost importance. I would tell you more through this letter, however, if it gets intercepted by someone, I do not want anyone to find out who or what this was about. I've already risked enough by putting your name on the damn thing, the last thing I want is for more people to know who sent it. For this purpose, I will be leaving my name absent, though I'm sure you know exactly who it is who is writing you.

I am aware that you are currently in Hokkido, but as I said, this is of the utmost importance. I need you to be in Hosu by March 23rd, at the local pub. I've rented it out completely for that day, and I expect you to be there. As much as it pains me to work with you, what with the controversy behind you, as you are the descendant of Giyuu Tomioka, The Former Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, I wish to speak with you and whomever else I can get into contact with who are former descendants of the Hashira.

As we speak, something major is going down. Something that the rest of the world cannot know about for the time being, not until my fears have been confirmed without a shadow of a doubt. So, please, heed my call. Until we meet in person.

Signed: A close friend.

When he finished reading the letter, he ruffled the head of Chachamaru, and frowned, placing the letter in his pocket. A part of him wanted to spite Yushiro, but he knew that the green-haired painter would travel the ends of the country to find him—because he always did, no matter how far he travelled, the bastard would find him—so seeing how that would be fruitless, he decided to heed the man's words.

"The only reason he would have to message me would be if it truly was important. The meet-up date is also extremely specific, that being the day we met all those years ago." As Chizome thought this, Maru-chan began to leave. He watched the cat leave, and when it did, Chizome began his escape.

He now had a date to look forward to, and seeing as it was only a week away, Chizome would have to finish up his work quickly in Hokkido. He only had 2 more targets anyway, so it wouldn't take him long. Although, there was something about that letter that made him raise an eyebrow. That being the invoking of his long-dead ancestor, Giyuu.

How would Yushiro know of his ancestor, Giyuu? Not many people knew he was tied to him, so how exactly did Yushiro know? "A question for the meeting…" Chizome thought as he scaled the rooftops of Hokkido.

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Things have changed. Not only have things changed, but they did by a fucking landslide. At least, to Bakugo Katsuki, they had. It had been four years since Cat-eyes got expelled from Aldera for having a criminal record—however the hell that came about—and three and a half years since Auntie Inko and Cat-eyes died. Ever since then, things just hadn't been the same.

Of course, when Cat-eyes got expelled, Bakugo was elated! He didn't have to deal with that creepy nerd anymore! Seriously, Cat-eyes was fucking weird. He was way too smart for Aldera's standards, and every time he tried to start shit with him, one weirdly philosophical quote later, the situation was defused, and he would walk away as if nothing happened; even after a few explosions were pelted in his face.

Still, though, at that point, he couldn't have been happier that the weirdo was gone. Sure, the school lost all of the eyes it had on it by endorsers, and not too long afterward the school fell into hard times, but that didn't stop Bakugo from continuing his attendance. If anything, that made his backstory as the number one pro hero even better!

And then Cat-eyes and Auntie Inko died, and everything got worse. His mother lost her flair, and his Dad became a workaholic at the fashion company he worked at, rarely ever coming home until the wee hours of the morning, and then immediately downing two or three cans of beer after that, before going to bed. His Mom's and Dad's marriage was in shambles, and they argued almost every fucking night.

He tried his best to ignore it, really, he did. But it was starting to get to him. Even the almighty Bakugo Katsuki had his limits. His mother and father's constant arguing was one of them. So, he spent less time at home and more time at the arcade.

And then The Hero Cannibal showed up, and by fucking God it was awful. In the span of 4 years, 96 Pro Heroes were murdered and devoured by this fucking creepazoid, and his mother became extremely paranoid, enforcing a curfew on him that if he didn't keep up with she would deny him the ability to apply for U.A., which, if she did would fuck up his entire way of life. So, begrudgingly, he followed it.

And currently, his curfew was coming up, that being 8:25 PM. It was 7:55, and the walk took about 5 minutes from the arcade to home. He didn't want to worry his Mom, at least not as much as she already was.

Some people would say that he didn't care about his parents, and while on the surface that might've seemed like the case, in reality, he did. He really did. Hell, he wouldn't be acting out the way he was if he didn't.

And besides, Auntie Inko's death didn't just affect them, it affected him, too. Ever since her death, he had calmed down a hell of a lot more than he used to. He toned down on the bullying, and he was less loud. He mostly kept to himself, and when he trained, he did so with the knowledge that Auntie Inko was watching him.

And every time he thought of that, he thought of Cat-eyes, and a wave of regret would wash over him like a tidal wave. Regret for being such a malignant piece of shit toward him. He picked on him because of his stupid eyes, and he kept doing it because he just allowed it to happen. He got it in his head that it was like a greeting, then continued about his day. He didn't think much of it, but Cat-eyes probably hated his guts for it, when in reality he didn't mean anything by it. Besides, he knew Cat-eyes was hiding something else about his Quirk.

Why did he think that? Well, to put it simply, no one could tank all of those explosions to the face and come out of it with not a single fucking scratch or scar. He must've had some sort of Regeneration Quirk, and the eyes were probably just a mutation because of it. That was another reason why he kept doing it.

Was it a good excuse? Hell, the fuck no it wasn't. But he kept doing it because it had become a routine. Spot Cat-eyes, shove him into a wall, grunt at him, then explode his face if he got snippy. Rinse and repeat. Cat-eyes barely if not ever made his annoyance known, so he thought the shithead had accepted his place and kept on trucking to his next class.

If he knew that a few weeks after his expulsion that he was going to die… maybe he would've visited him, and maybe he would've tried to patch up their friendship.

But, as was obvious, that wasn't happening any time soon.

When he walked up to the front door of his house, he glanced at the driveway and scowled. The car wasn't there, meaning that his dad, predictably, wasn't home. "Fucking dickhead… bastard always makes Mom worry… get's drunk, yells at her, then sleeps on the couch till 10 in the morning… he used to be better, now he's just a fucking slob."

Grunting, he opened the front door and dropped his backpack in the doorway. "Oi! Hag! I'm home!" Bakugo shouted, taking his shoes off at the door. He looked down and raised an eyebrow. His mom's shoes were there, yes. But… "The fuck…?" Bakugo muttered, picking up a pair of shoes he had not seen before. They were his size, so they couldn't be another adult. Then again, if his mom was cheating on his dad, he wouldn't have given less of a shit. Now, 3 to 4 years ago? Most definitely. But with the way, he was acting now, yeah not so much.

So, question was, who the fuck did these shoes belong to?

Shrugging, he dropped the shoes and entered the house properly, looking over to the kitchen. He heard the sound of talking, and the sound of food being cooked. His mother was in there, obviously, but her voice sounded different. Sombre, almost? No, more like a mixture of sadness and joy. But why? What would she be joyful about?

"Oi! Hag! I said I'm home!" Bakugo called out, walking over to the kitchen doorway. He was about to say something when whatever words he was about to say died in his throat. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, his mouth agape, and his expression no longer one of concern, but one of shock, anger, and confusion. Why?

Because sitting at the dinner table, hands clasped together while placed firmly on the table, red cat-like eyes staring at him with amusement, wearing a button-down white shirt with his green and black hair combed over with a piece of hair dangling over his forehead, was Izuku Midoriya.

"Oh? Why, hello there, Kacchan! It's been a while, I guess I have some explaining to do!"

And after hearing his voice, Bakugo fainted out of shock.

-To Be Continued in – Moving Forward – Part 1-

Didn't see that one coming, did you? I bet you all thought I forgot about Bakugo, huh? Well, guess the fuck what, no I most certainly did not! I was waiting for this bit in the story to come up! What'll happen next? Guess you'll have to find out next time on Dragon Ball—a-hem, I mean, Return of a King – Redux!

Also, I'm sorry if the Stain section was shorter than what people wanted. I was going to tackle that in the future, seeing as that was just the setup for the next arc. That being said, I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you all in the next chapter. Peace!