How could…no, how did Hosu become filled with fires and screams.
You hadn't a clue, and if you did you weren't how to connect it to anything. The city wasn't like this a moment ago, you certain of it. You were just walking along the streets after flying in. Taking in the sights it had to offer, finding interesting and charming places and shops.
You even found a few places to eat ramen. Your heart jumped with elation on discovering it, and after you chose one, you were certain Izuku would take you. The two of you could enjoy the meal together as promised, and with high hopes, you hoped more. Of course, this would happen after you found him among everyone here.
He was bound to be around on these corners; you knew it. You could feel it. You peeked and peered behind each one but came across no Izuku. It didn't damper you. You held onto the knowledge that he'd be arriving soon.
The thought of him being surprised spread your warm smile from ear to ear. Your mind thought of many ways how to greet him. You'd throw your arms around him, give him a squeeze, or maybe latch onto his arm as you always did. Squeeze it cheerfully and pull him with you back to the ramen location.
That's what was supposed to develop…to present itself.
Not…not this.
You land atop a building, your eyes remaining over the city. Pockets and patches of areas needed assistance. The distant and approaching emergency sirens mixed in with this horrible melody.
If everything was happening like this, then that meant….
Your hand flies over your mouth in terror, "Izuku-chan!" You gasped, "He could be…"
The thought shook you with small tremors. You needed to find him. You closed your eyes, and they snapped open a quiver in your bottom lip. You found him, his aura within the city. But you sensed something wasn't correct with it, with him. His aura danced wildly, and it wasn't with joy—quite the opposite. Worry struck you. You locked onto his aura, held it close, and flew to him.
Down below, among the panicked streets, Raph, with his said out, anger as his guide. He landed a heavy, heated(literally) kick to the hulking, brain-exposed creature, leaving a charred footprint he encountered at the U.S.J., and it, along with another yellowish one with wings, rampaged through, destroying and producing damage to anything. Fires sprung from their mindless actions.
Pro heroes came to try and subdue them. Some were tossed and gravely injured by the creatures. Raph came across them unintentionally. After splitting off from Endeavor and his son, he spotted a familiar face. The Flamed Hero took Raph and Shoto on a patrol through Hosu in search of the Hero Killer: Stain.
Not a person Raph cared about or the whole patrol. He would have preferred staying back at the agency or, even better…back home.
Home. Home, not that large maze of place, even it was his father's family and, by default extension, he and his brothers.
No. He meant their real home. Back in New York. Patrolling by rooftops, not out in the open. Bad enough, he had this quirk. Now this, all of this.
Open patrol was laughable and forced spending time with…some hero. Equally laughable. He should have stayed at the agency.
"Watch it." Aizawa's voice warned him.
Raph shivered, and patrol he went; failing and flunking was an option, till it didn't become one.
All he knew was, flipping back, avoiding a heavy strike from the creature with ease, he better get extra credit for this.
He pushed off again, evading a thrown object.
A hero, taking advantage of the creature's distraction, rushed an attack. Their quirk, some…something with glows on their fingers, activates, they throw their attack.
Raph notices and shouts, "No! Don't you idiot!"
They ignored him and landed their attack on its side. The creature was unfazed, swinging an arm and striking the hero with a heavy blow. Their bodies slammed like rag dolls into what was left of a wall. Raph was certain he heard something break.
Momentarily, he felt bad. The hero was out. There were a few more standing and barely standing left; the creature was still going. It threw itself into a charge, throwing arms and objects at whatever it could. Raph dodged a few, got struck by something, and shook it off, ignoring the trickle of blood from a tiny open wound above his forehead.
His eyes moved about, trying to see what he could use or do. There wasn't much to use, but that never stopped his brawling.
Gripping his sais he did his own plan, rush in and beat down.
He pushed off.
A saw him, "Hey! Kid no! Leave this to the professionals!"
He scoffed, ignoring them. "Yeah, real professionals." He muttered with an eye roll. You guys, no, nothing."
With a cocked smirk, lightweight footing, and speed, he reached the creature, jumped, and slammed his sai down, with strength and heat coating his weapons, into its shoulders from behind. The sizzling sound of burning skin and pungent odor filled the air. Some heroes covered their noses and mouths, holding back the reaction to gag. While looked on with shocked eyes.
The creature didn't even scream or anything; Raph wasn't surprised, given the first one these did the same. He did expect his attack to work, the amount of force he put in, and given the leverage he had against these…heroes. At least something, but the creature didn't move an inch.
Even with his quirk incorporated. He heard the skin sizzle, saw it popping and blistering and peeling back. Revealing layers of muscle, that began burning. His sais even sunk deeper like a hot knife to butter. Raph felt the back of his fingers against the creature's skin.
Shit, he seethed, thinking of what to do next, and begrudgingly, he knew what to do. Fuck he grumbled.
He ripped his weapons from the creature. Eyes white with rage. Pushed off its back with a foot, jumped up, clenched his sais tighter his knuckles throbbed. Flared his anger, increased his heat, directed it to his sais. Drove his them into the creature, same spot, more strength.
The creature titled forward, off balance. Its skin and muscles began melting into splooshes of charred puddles. Raph firmly kept his hold and temperature. Pushed his sais deeper, the tips punctured through its chest.
"Did he.."a hero gasped bewildered, they glance to a colleague. They had the expression.
Raph ripped his sais out and slammed them back in repeatedly. Each thrust heat and strength increased he didn't care to notice the effects his unchecked heatwaves. Some heroes had move back, anyone trying to shield themselves with their arms received a burn.
Go down. Go down. Raph repeated, checking his desperation with each stab.
The creature didn't. It remained standing, even with a portion of its skin and muscles melted and burned. The horrid smell twisted Raph's stomach and his skin… cracking. He could hear it drying out. He felt a hairline pain etching over him. He bit it back and pulled his hands out.
Like before he kicked off the creature, his sais overhead, and-
Out of the corner of his eye, Raph spotted a streak of golden light flying through the sky city a distance away.
Raph turned his head in that direction, his eyes narrowing and widening with realization; he knew that familiar streak: "What!? May!?"
What were you doing here?
He didn't get an answer. A hulking hand snatched him by the wrist. The world turned over, and he heard a snap, painful pop, and the world went black.
A force struck Splinter he nearly lost balance. He gripped a hand over his heart that felt drain with an indescribable ache. His ears folded and dread…no worry washed over him.
Nezu, sitting across from him in the Hamato home, enjoying a cup tea dropped his usual smile.
"Brother, are you alright?" He asked urgently, setting the cup aside.
Splinter said nothing. Nezu got up and went to his side. His eyes concerning swept over Splinter. He called for Splinter again, this time louder; the door of the room slid open, and one of the maids, an older woman with greying chestnut hair cut conservatively, with kind and wise eyes and face. In an orange and kimono, I rushed in.
Her eyes went straight to Splinter, "Sir!" She rushed to his side and kneeled down. Panic on her face, her tone kept calm and constrained, mindful of what it could do, "Sir! What is sir?"
Splinter remained unresponsive. Nezu furrowed his concern leveled, his eyes searching for any bit of information that could provide him an answer he sought and Kiyo. Splinter's hand remained clenching over his heart. It clicked, Nezu what it was.
He removed himself from Splinter's side, and Kiyo continued her attempts at a response.
Reaching into the inner part of the vest, Nezu pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.
The phone rings, and April, brushing her teeth before bed, answers.
"Hello?" She continues brushing and spits. She listens to the caller, and her mouth drops in shock and fear. Her toothbrush hangs out, and her hand holding her phone trembles. "What!?"
What, what exactly sped through Izuku's mind on the alley floor, immobilized with a injured pro hero and Iida thanks to the Hero Killer: Stain.
The deranged man, his quirk, left them all in this state. A simple taste, ingest of their blood, even from the tiniest cut, immobilized them. Nothing they could do to move worked. Not a thought or mental command. Stain was ready to finish his initial objective, killing the pro and Iida.
Stain held his blade over Iida, ready to cleanse the world of false heroes, if Shoto hadn't arrived and blasted a stream a fire.
Saving Iida. Saving all of them and driving Stain back. Shoto didn't let up, and engaged the killer. Izuku warned him about Stain's quirk. It helped but not enough, Stain threw a dagger a Shoto.
He dodged. His cheek grazed by the tip. A drop of blood rolled out, Stain honed in it. Rushed Shoto, closing the distance, snatched Shoto by his gear, pulled him close; his aimed for drop with a twisted smile.
Shoto ignited his flames. Stain released and moved.
Shoto kept his attacks on, switching between blasting streams of fire, and expelling ice for defense and bringing the injured closer. Stain avoid each attack, and keenly figured out what Shoto was doing.
He drew out his katana and attacked. Shoto created pillar. Blocked the blade. Stain threw it up, Shoto's eyes follow, taking his focus.
He was open, Stain drew another blade, thre a hand out; snatched Shoto again by his hero garb, yanked him close, his tongue out an inch from the scratch.
Shoto unleashed a massive ice wall, and blast of fire. Stain released him, dodged the fire and ice wall effortlessly.
He's strong, Stain acknowledged landing, taking out another sword. A glint of knowing in his eyes formulating a plan. He had an opening. His feet and movements react seconds be the though reached them.
With multiple swings, Stain cuts through the ice wall. Twisted purpose in each cut.
"Obstructing your own vision when up against an opponent faster than yourself. Poor strategy indeed!" He criticized mockingly with a hint of disappointment and knowledge.
Shoto, partially shocked, kept his focus and readied for a blast of fire.
"You'd like to so!" He shot back.
Stain throws two daggers into Shoto's left, canceling his attack and drawing blood. Canceling the teen's attack.
"You're strong!" Stain praised, jumping in the air above him, his katana drawn, pointed down with a twisted grin craved from ear to ear. A dark excitement in his eyes for his long-awaited kill.
His speed left no seconds for a reaction; it barely left any reaction time. Even with one, Stain rebounded with ease and came back with twice the speed, setting him up for multiple attacks. With his arm injured and devising how to counter, Shoto's focus was divided. Another ice wall or ice pillar would be cut down and barely slow Stain down, and a blast of fire….was out of the question right now.
Shoto held his arm, his eyes locked on the blade. Seconds from being skewed, he noticed something reflected off the blade. It was small, and at first, Shoto believed it was from the minimal light in the alley when it glistened again, closer. Squinting his eyes, knowing he should focus on the attack, he saw the glisten again.
It was brighter and approaching.
Noticing the distraction in his eyes, Stain followed Shoto's eyes to the reflection on his blade and saw it the light. The warm light, lighting up the sky in a vibrant golden warmth, like a comet, headed this way, and by the identification glint in Shoto's eyes, the same one mirrored in Izuku's and Iida's Stain glimpsed, knew it was another.
A false hero.
A dead hero.
A dead sister.