God's dancing Doll, Part three.
Warning, Izuku has opinions…
Vaishnava opinion.
Can you smell the burn yet?
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Stain had seen plenty of shit in his life, both as a pro-hero and as a cleanser of society.
He had seen the 'bad' one having better quality then the 'good' ones, had heard Horror stories quietly swept under rugs... and so many ranked Heroes doing this for name and fame... nothing else.
The moment their reputation would take a slight scratch, or their dubious dealings were exposed, then they would give up on saving people and wallow in whatever fake heroes wallow in... money, drugs, booze, women, men...
children.
There was a reason why Stain became what he is, a necessary evil to clean the Hero society of Japan of all the fake and disgusting, the thieves and posers, the one who thought had the right to play God when they were but pigs and maggots.
There was nothing better than to see the eyes of a fake dull with the veil of death, their sins read to them as they bleed to death.
And after that, a shower and hot cocoa, a nice movie like ancient animations, nature documentary or just watching the waves break on the beach, just to finish it in style. (He may look like a ghoul, but it didn't mean that the Hero Killer should miss out on his self-care routine.)
And thus, this had been his life. It was not glamorous, and sometimes, money was hard to come by, but this society was rotten to the core, and thus the illness, the fake hero's had to be expunged.
Everything went well... until one day, as he was about to get rid of another false Hero (she worked only for money and fame, nothing else.) he had been stopped by a child.
He was short, had the greenest eyes and green, fluffy hair he had the chance of seeing, a smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks, worn old discarded clothes, had no shoes despite this being in the middle of winter. A time when kids should be in bed.
And yet... a divine glow surrounded him.
"Before you kill her, do you know why Vermilion is doing what she does?" He asked, his disapproval clear in his voice and eye.
Stain was about to retort that he didn't need to look any deeper into her crimes when the child threw to him a notebook. On it was the name of the false Hero he was about to kill.
"Her sister was quirkless, her brother is Neurodivergent... you know what happens to those without quirks... and without a 'normal' mind, right?"
Vermilion had sobbed and, for some obscure reasons, Stain decided to wait until he could enact divine judgment on the corporate prostitute.
So, after finding a place where he could peruse the book before doing the deed, the Hero Killer reads the notes... and his life changes.
There was the complete analysis of Vermilion's quirk and person, her hero stats and... why she became a Hero.
Vermilion's power was to literally paint the town red. And while it would seem to be a useless, if colourful quirk, it turned out that it was actually more powerful and versatile then most; she could blind her opponent, mark where victims were traps and convey messages in cyphers, hell, she could make the ground unwalkable by making it slick!
She was a very showy person, always making sure she was the centre of attention, the talk of the town... and this had been the reason why Stain had elected to get rid of the entertainer...
But... then there was the reason why she did all this, why she sold her body, why she was aiming for fame and money at every opportunity she had.
Vermilion... had a brother and a sister. Her sister was quirkless, and her brother was in the autism spectrum. Their parents had practically abandoned the two when Vermilion's quirk manifested, wanting to raise a rising star instead of two dead weights... and expecting their Quirked and sane daughter to do the same.
But Vermilion didn't. She'd instead taken the role of mother for her two siblings and willingly went against her parent's wishes, promising them that she was always there for them... always making sure they knew they were loved, no matter what.
She graduated from Shinketsu with honour, having made a deal with the Principal so that her two siblings could live with her, making them Hero students even if they would never be able to enter the field professionally, then she became a pro-hero and hired a scary good lawyer to wrench away the custody from them to hers...
She became a legal adult at a young age... and did everything she could to maintain them. And since one of her sibs, the one with the mental illness also had some other comorbid disease, treatment didn't come cheap... Nothing came cheap.
Vermilion was also one of the most controversial Heroes, for she was extremely outspoken against Quirkless discrimination and the appalling way how Japan treated those who were different, considered outcast because of some disability, whether mental, quirk based or physical. She was also rather loud about how the Hero Commission treated Hero's as mere Pop-idols and whitewashing the less savoury aspect...
And then, one day. Her Quir... Normy Sister committed suicide, leaving a note about how she had to save them all.
And apparently, Izuku had done his digging, and he had found evidence that this was retaliation for being too loud... and outing a popular Hero about his... internet habits.
Needless to say, Stain had released Vermilion, he'd even bothered leaving her a few care packages for her and her brother, and some extra money and... he Practically lived with them right now, just to make sure the real Hero would not run into more unsavoury attempts. For she was deep in the Commission's aim.
Also, it had been the last time Stain took a target without Izuku's foresight. And while the young boy had a soft heart, when someone was meant to be sent to death if Tartarus was where he had to be shipped to. And if his crime were worthy of death.
Now, Stain was a killer, an executioner, for him killing someone was a simple act, especially if those deserved it.
But even he had to admit that he had been surprised when the green bean instructed him to kill those who would have life sentences in Tartarus were their sins exposed.
And Chizome had no illusion where he would end up since the path to hell was indeed paved with good intention, and the cleanser was willing to walk its thorny roads.
But to hear it from Midoriya-sama. A Man (boy, he was a boy. A sweet boy too pure for this sinful earth.)
It had taken a minute or two for Chizome to reboot his brain.
But, Midoriya-sama had simply explained to him how to keep prisoners in a white room to rot until the end of their lives was worse than to outright kill them as soon as possible. Since killing a killer meant that their karmic reaction would be exorcised, and thus making their passage in hell a bit more tolerable... and less long.
For a criminal to be killed by a king was auspicious to all, even the one to be killed.
And it would prevent them from sinning more, meaning that they would not suffer more.
In other words, it was mercy.
Also, Midoriya-sama had told Stain that Tartarus was really just a huge Quirk pile waiting to be used by the HPSC. So better they start draining those resources soon.
Once again, no matter how bad some of those villains were, to rot there and have their DNA harvested while your brain shrinks in itself due to all the white was a torture the hellish planets didn't have.
Only the Brahma-Jiyoti, the Lords all-pervading light.
Of course, if the one Stain was fighting surrendered to him, the Stain was obligated to give him instructions and shelter, otherwise, Stain would be no better than your run-of-the-mill serial killer.
After that, Izuku had reverentially shoved in Stain's hands a Holy Book; the Bhagavad-Gita as it is, translated and purported by his divine grace, A.C Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, founder Acharia for the international society for Krishna Consciousness. Telling the hero killer that this was to be his new moral code and that the words of the Acharia were to be his life.
Alright... it was just a book, what harm would come to Chizome?
The title seemed pretentious, but the Hero Killer still cracked the book open.
And then the supreme wealth of knowledge was revealed to him, eternal knowledge about the nature of the living entity, the goal of life and the reason for all suffering. About what sin was and how one could end the karmic process simply by chanting Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.
(Izuku had warned him not to sin and Chant, basically taking elephant baths since the Holy name Hated being used like that. Not that Chizome wanted to do that anyway, he had his place in Hell, and not even God would drag him away from his due justice.)
He was not this body, he was not the mind... he was the spirit soul, made of consciousness, eternity and bliss. Everything that took birth and died were bodies containing spirit souls, brothers and sisters in different vessels as dictated by the eternal laws of ineluctable karma.
The soul, he himself, could not die, for he was immortal. Sometimes, he was known as Agakuro Chizome, the Hero Killer. And sometimes, he was known as a rat, a plant, a demon, or a demi-god.
Those were the vessels he had inhabited, and while he held no memories of those times, he still had the same habit as previous, and a Karmic Baggage that came with this body called Akaguro Chizome.
It was a body curse to be born only to die and be born again, suffering untold misery because they thought they could find pleasure away from the Supreme controller by being controllers themselves. It was a grand illusion, an Illusion so well done, that no one was aware that they were living in a nightmare of their own doing.
Some of the smarter ones tried to bring everything to Zero, to delete themselves in a bid to end all suffering.
Others were aiming at becoming one with all... Midoriya-Sama was one of those rare souls that had realized the Absolute, the true nature of this world and the next.
And of the Self, of course.
But most would not even get there... The only things the marginal living entity had achieved in this quest for emancipation was more bondage to things that would bring pain... and this pain was cleverly hidden as pleasure, as something wanted like mundane family, friendship, wealth and love.
AH! Love, maybe some people truly did love, like Vermilion loved her family... but real love was causeless and completely selfless. Otherwise, it was all lust, or conditional.
There was no love lost between Vermilion and her parent's for example.
Stain had seen shit, and he had seen at what length lusty men and women were willing to go to get their satisfaction. Since for them, everything was fair game... even the lives of the innocents.
And the Hero Commission was filled to the brim with them, stinking up the place and preventing the real good ones from doing their job, like Vermilion, the undergrounders, and Present Mic.
All Might too... but after taking a good look free from his ink-shaded glasses, Stain had seen that the symbol of Peace... had some work to do. Oh, don't get him wrong, All Might truly was a selfless Hero but...
That was about it... person-wise, the man was floundering, and he was floundering hard. As Midoriya-Sama had told him with his gentle tone and regretful tears...
(Alright, So he was a hypocrite, but Midoriya-sama had also told his secret disciple that he must've had a terrible day, and what he'd said about everyone being a Hero had been spoken quite a few decades prior, in one of his earlier interviews. Nowadays, when the Symbol of peace spoke those same words, they sounded fake and tired. He had probably seen too many quirkless heroes die all too easily... probably had a few friends too and seeing Izuku, who did nothing to prove his worth must have triggered some nasty memories for the blond man, besides, once his dream had been Broken, God had taken this as an opportunity to reveal himself... but that was a story for another time.)
Nevertheless, being an insensitive hoax embodying all of the big blond American jokes was by no mean a reason to kill him. Just like Native, despite his highly offensive costume (Ainu tribe anyone?)
Midoriya-Sama had told him that there was no reason to kill the man. Besides, he was a descendent of the Ainu, and his best friend was a Cree. And he's the one who had asked for the design.
No, instead, Stain was aiming at the real villains... no, worse than villains.
The Demons.
And only them... with Izuku's blessing.
Despite being no better then a civilian and a boy of faith, the child with eyes older then Stain was both pragmatic and well aware of the societies problem, the first being that anything that was not either Shinto, Buddhist, Muslim, or Christian had been outlawed by the commission with the rise of the quirks... the next evolutionary step for humanity at large.
God never existed, for quirks were the proof of Darwin's theory of evolution.
Complete and utter bullshit... and yet, it was another reason to clean up society from the crap that dared to try to pass as humans.
Sure, he would be hated, but the False hero-based Culture was a cesspool, and all of the real hero's were left to rot while buffoons took all the spotlight.
But while Stain was jaded, there was no way he was interested in joining any revolutionist over that, since while villains... Most of them were victims, the most dangerous were those who just wanted Chaos and their own gain when they needed nothing to survive.
Greed and lust were the cause of all ills, as told by God, in the Gita.
Nevertheless, he was more careful about what he should kill, not just making snap judgments but really looking into his cases to see those who truly deserved to fall to his blades.
Rapist.
Human traffickers.
Pedophiles.
Arsonists.
Murderer of every kind. (being able to see Ghost was extremely helpful... yes, he could see ghosts, he was not crazy)
Also... most of those ghosts were quirkless and rather young... and whoever dared hurt a child, woman, a priest, and a cow was fair game in his book... except the cow part, otherwise, might as well do a funky ritual to revive All for One and nuke the entire world. And this was something Midoriya-sama was heavily against. Since God wanted to give salvation to everyone, and only those who were too far gone in Demon hood and unwilling to improve were to be sent to Yamaraja... and that was it.)
Of course, Nowadays, He was killing those in a way that didn't require him to kill with a blade, instead, he was killing with words, videos, incriminating ones also and social media.
As Midoriya-Sama told him, the best way to kill a man without spilling blood was to destroy his reputation.
And, oh, wasn't it pissing off the HPSC to have people with practical pitchforks demanding that those so-called Hero's be brought to Justice?
It was.
and for those outside the purview of the commission and able to escape the police and public opinion?
well, there was a reason he still carried his blades every night
Wait, where was he again?
Ah, right, at this moment, Stain was leisurely strolling in Musutafu, dressed as a civilian doing his grocery.
He would have loved to get his Shishou-san some more food for her and her little brother. He could also get Izuku his weekly delivery of staple food and stove fuel. but, after the unexpected windfall he'd received from a certain donor, Stain felt that it would be... overkill.
And while Stain could give the Money for Midoriya-sama, Midoriya-sama would just give it back to Chizome since the Demon-killer was his treasurer.
Besides, Izuku couldn't make his temple yet, not with the 'Hero' Commission being overly patriotic about religion and the like.
Idiots, the lot of them.
Nevertheless, Stain had found some pretty good deals in the market, like honey, ginger, and hot chocolate, the good one.
Oh, and he'd found a movie Vermilion's brother may like, it was about this ancient hypnotist by the name of Mesmer. Figured the kid would like it since his quirk was basically hypnotism.
But as he was making his way back to his favourite safe house, he was met with a peculiar, if not highly auspicious sight; It was Midoriya-sama himself... and-
"Oh Fuck... oh Krishna." He cursed under his breath. This was Shigaraki Tomura, the pet villain of an annoying unknown making trouble in the underworld. Maybe another villain wanted to destroy the broken society... but Midoriya-Sama was already changing it for the better, so it was another problem that would have to be dealt with as soon as possible. He approached the situation, plotting on how to kill the blue-haired creep when he finally took stock of the whole situation.
Midoriya-Sama was practically dragging the up-and-coming Villain, one hand on his arm, the other on his lower back. He looked extremely worried, like a hero gently dragging his shell-shocked victim away from the scene of a crime.
And, for how Shigaraki looked, it was clear that this was exactly what happened. 'But... I wasn't notified of this. I should have heard of a villain attack... or a heroic happening. Meaning that something else happened.' Stain thought as he went around the soon-to-be problem, he needed to get a good read on Midoriya-Sama's condition and the soon-to-be villain.
Izuku appeared unharmed, but his face had lines of worries running from his mouth to his brows. He held Shigaraki's wrist in his hand as he gently led the red-eyed teen to what Stain hoped was his abode.
It was a safe place.
As for Shigaraki (Yes, Stain knew of him somewhat, he had plenty of contact with the underworld, being the undertaker of the fakes and wretched.)He looked so lost.
He was mumbling something about how his Sensei had lied to him, his blood-red eyes dulled and opened wide in shock.
And... where those tears wet the corners of his eyes?
'Ah... poor kid has a crisis of faith.' The assassin mentally sent God a high-five, for it was clear that after this, the spawn would reluctantly return to his master...
If even that.
Stain managed to catch Midoriya-Sama's glance, the teen had a look that screamed 'Oh thank Krishna, you're here, please help me.'
And help he would.
"Hey... is everything fine here, kid?" Stain asked his saviour, unwilling to show that he and Midoriya-sama knew of one another.
"Umm... no. Well, I'm doing ok, just a little anxious and not remembering God very much." He mumbled the last part. "But... I went to the library with my friend, Tomura and... and I think his Dad's hit him, maybe he's putting him in a vault and filling his brain with wrong information since I-I showed him the Library's Wikipedia book and he checked out after mumbling something about how his Sensei lied to him..." The saintly youth explained under his breath as he resumed his walk to his abode, Tomura still not responding much.
Once in the Privacy of Midoriya-Sama's hermitage, Stain dropped all pretext and finally informed Midoriya-Sama of what he'd known of this youth.
It...wasn't much since Shigaraki had just killed a few thugs here and there, leaving only dust and a single survivor.
But, Apparently, Midoriya-sama, whose God spoke to him constantly, Obviously knew more about the poor young man since...
Jesus all-mighty! Abused by his dad, thrown under a bus by his only ally, accidentally killed his dog when his quirk manifested, then killed his entire family at age five, also an accident. (just not with his dad. But the bastard had it coming.) then was left to wander the streets still bloodied, traumatized and no one bother to help since they all waited for a Hero to come (which was highly suspicious since, at the time it happened, Hero's were actually doing their jobs properly and he was in was one of All-Might's well-known haunts, and All Might have more than one sidekick specializing in finding the lost and abuse... so sus... so so suss.)
The only one that was there for him, days after the fact, was none other than All for One.
Shigaraki's Sensei was none other than the motherfucking All for One, the boogeyman, the quirk hoarder, THE Master...
And an overinflated ass with a shitty ideal... actually, The boogeyman was actually rather basic for a villain. Sure, he wanted to destroy All Might, and there were also rumours that he wanted to destroy the Hero society since it was a cesspool waiting to spill.
But... beyond that, his methods were underhanded and self-defeating. And if Shigaraki Tomura was any indication, the man had no qualm of playing the long game and using the innocents for his own pleasure.
It may be suicidal of him, but Stain would mind dying by plunging his dullest steak knife in the guy's eyeballs.
Then, Eraserhead decided that it was time to interrupt his fantasies, seeing that Midoriya-Sama was with a notorious criminal and a creep.
Thankfully, The guy was one of the few good ones who would take the time to stop and think... after he'd secured the active threat in his capture scarf.
After Midoriya-Sama, bless his pure soul, explained the situation to Eraserhead, including who Shigaraki was, why he knew all of this. (He was eternally in communion with God.) and why it would be a terrible idea to send Stain to jail.
The underground Hero heard everything, and while it was clear that he wasn't quite... on board yet, the sight of the broken young man seemed to be enough to melt his heart.
And then Shigaraki... came back and questions were asked, and none of them made any of the trios feel comfortable letting the childish youth go back to his situation.
~0~
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Tomura asked as he folded his arms on his chest. "Did I do something weird again?"
"Again?" Eraserhead asked with a quirked brow.
"yeah, When I glitch out. Tend to kill people and chairs without meaning too, I don't remember doing but... you know, it's there. it's super annoying." He scowled. He hated blinking and seeing the stuff he liked sprinkled around like powdered sugar.
Once again, the Trio wordlessly processed what they had heard.
"Dissociation," Eraserhead mumbled. "Has this Sensei ever hit you?"
"Yeah but, it was just to teach me how to dodge, when I act out, when I'm sad..." then Tomura's previous epiphany nudged him.
"Has he ever withheld food? Treatment for your wounds?"
He did.
"Has he ever hugged you?" Midoriya asked. "Has he ever shown that he cared for you? Not just when you followed his order but in random, casual ways?"
No... no, he never did.
Tomura shuddered, feeling like Sensei was right behind there, judging him. Planning for his eventual punishment.
And then... There was another presence, bigger than life and brighter than the sun, powerful enough to make Sensei look like a one-legged Goomba stuck in a hole.
He looked to the source of this... chi, only to find the tiny green bean, his wide green eyes filled with deep concern.
No... it was not pity, he knew pity.
This was not pity... it couldn't be pity.
"Izuku... How... Sensei... He taught me how to hate, how to destroy." The words spilled out without Tomura's consent. "He taught me that... that my reason to be was for the destruction of the Hero society, of everything." He began to scratch his neck, the itch too strong to ignore. "He told me to take whatever I wanted, to do whatever I please... to destroy whatever I hated, and he kept telling me." He felt hands on his wrists... Izuku's hands.
"He told me... That the reason why I... why I was left alone in the streets after I killed my Family was because Heroes only acted when there's a camera pointing at them. And that they would never save a monster like me."
"That's a pile of steaming shit." Stain snarled, surprising both Eraserhead (who seemed to have been on the cusp of protecting said society but mercifully held his tongue.) "You were a drowning kid in a huge Ocean with a thousand boats going about. Some were coast guards, somewhere Pirates and most of them were brainless fishes. You slipped in a crack, it happened and it's nobody's fault, you hear?"
This caused Tomura to scoff with a sneer stretching his lips.
"Basically, you can't blame a particular Hero for not being there... since not even a hundred ships can save a single drowning man." Shouta reiterated.
"Tomura." Izuku brought the young man's attention to himself. "You were expecting All Might to go pixel hunt when he had no idea there was a pixel to be hunted."
...
"Oh..." Tomura uttered softly as he lowered his eyes. "So... All might didn't know I was the Princess."
"No... but it doesn't mean that the way the public acted was right either." Izuku frowned. "Sure, there was Karma at play, but at the same time, complacency and apathy has no place in human society."
The blunette raised his head. that tone... He knew that tone.
It was a soapbox tone.
"We live in an age where everyone is feeling safe and happy under the Aegis of a single man and his numerous sidekicks, the Heroes." Izuku began. "But, the commission slowly yet systematically removed the public's power to be Heroes themselves. Making them no better than Apathetic NPCs blinded to the misery of the material world... and the false security that everything will be fine as long as they wait to be rescued."
Tomura could practically hear Eraserhead's knuckles cracking from the pressure he was subjecting.
"The Government and the Hero commission have removed our abilities to protect others and ourselves, wanting apathetic Citizens who, when a villain, or even a criminal appears, will turn into a rescue point for whatever unit they send out."
"Some demons have found a way to exploit the system, making horrible acts like systemic racism, quirkism and powerism law. If you have no power, if your power is incomprehensible, useless, 'villainous', or you are unwilling to bow to what the commission wants... then you will be cannon fodder for the privileged."
"And you know what's worse?" Izuku gave a smile that lacked any warmth.
"Say it, kid." Stain cheered.
"What's worse is that those demons have removed all possible help for the least fortunate. There's no soup kitchen, no women's shelter, no one learns how to safely use their quirk in school, and everyone is taught from the time they can think that ugly quirks mean villain, ugly people mean villain, no quirk means useless... it means easy prey..." Izuku spoke as his eyes grew teary and his whole form seemed to crumble under the weight of painful memories.
"But... that's just the symptom of an illness that has plagued humanity since... Well, not quite time immemorial, but let say five thousand years ago... a bit more, really."
"Five thousand years ago?" Tomura breathed out, his blood-red eyes blown wide with interest and surprise.
That was... older than Sensei. Older than the Amiga and... the legendary Pong.
"Five thousand years ago, God, Krishna was on earth, keeping at bay the age of Kali, the age of Hatred, Hypocrisy and atheism. And when he left to his abode, this most fallen age started and everything went to hell out of want for God Conscious people."
"Kid, Atheism's not the problem." Eraserhead groused as he crossed his arms. He was about to elaborate, probably saying how religion was the problem when a spark of righteous anger sparkled in Izuku's eyes, shaming even Dabi's flames.
"Atheism is the Problem, Aizawa." Izuku all but growled, and Stain quickly sat beside Tomura, waiting for the fireworks to start.
" You see, no matter your belief, no matter your body, or your quirk status, we are all spirit souls moving a karmically given bag of flesh. By our nature, we are servants of God, Krishna." The boy preemptively stopped the older man from interrupting him. " We, the spirit souls, are made of eternity, knowledge and bliss. We do not die with the body, we never take birth and we never die. Birth, death, diseases, old age and quirk are all temporary things.
"The body I'm in right now, the body of Izuku... that's not me. It's a temporary situation that will end one day, as with my Quirklessness."
"Basically, everything is a phase." Stain happily interjected.
Izuku clapped his hand and did the intense finger akimbo toward the dangerous man. "Exactly! In the material world, everything is illusory because it simply doesn't last! But! Because we chose to ignore God and see matter as the all and all, and the body as everything there was to know, then everything lost its meaning and we began the cycle of self-destructive behaviour in the name of so-called pleasure."
"I wouldn't go that far." Aizawa groused as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh, but it is!" Izuku spoke with far more gravity than a fifteen-year-old should have. "because we worship our material body as being our very self, seeing as the ultimate recipient of all sacrifices, we, the human of this most fallen age have used, abused and exploited mother earth in such a way that around 48% of all species are now endangered to extinct, micro-plastic is found in every source of drinking water, meaning were all drinking refuse at the best of time, and while the climate had stabilized in the last hundred years, were still experiencing abnormal weather and don't get me started on all the open sky dump littering the world, all that hardware won't just decay into nothing, isn't it?"
"Maybe I can...?" Tomura shyly raised his hands.
A small smile lit Midoriya's lips before it was once again replaced by a deep gravity. "And what to say about all the wars around the world? Hell, Canada's considered a third world country because their healthcare finally crashed hard and their economy has yet to be back to normal, and what to say about the American side of the equation.
"Women are still exploited, especially heroines. Children still go hungry from lack of food, and cancer is now as common as the flu... yes, I got my Cancer, yes, it's in remission no, it's not normal that we see cancer as no different then chicken pox! And then there the whole quirk thing and the wars that are still shredding the world apart and-"
"Midoriya-San. Please breathe." Stain gently begged, catching Tomura by surprise.
Izuku's eyes grew wide... and then breathed as he calmed down. "Sorry, I'm just... I just can't stand how far behind Japan had fallen spiritually. The rest of the world is chanting the Holy names of Radha and Krishna, of Sachi-Nandana while Japan worships the Ground All Might walks on while they made anything resembling religion illegal save for Buddhism, Christianity, and Shintoism." The greenette rubbed his face in frustration. "Everyone is running in a rat race looking for pleasure and money. They run and run and run..." Izuku's eyes snapped to Aizawa. "And you... what are you living for? What's your ultimate goal of life?"
This took the underground hero by surprise, and for a moment, faltered before getting his bearings back. "My ultimate goal in life is to ensure the future of the next generation." He stated.
"Why?"
And once again, Shouta was scrambling for words.
"What do you mean 'why? ' Isn't it oblivious?" He asked, annoyed.
Izuku gazed at Aizawa-san, his green eyes piercing and much older than they should be...
no, not like that. Like he had all the answers to life and was seeing the older man as a fool.
"So... you want to help the next generation to be perfect soldiers for a culture filled with consumerism, racism, sexism and plenty of child soldiers to feed the machine called Hero society? And what's their goal? Other than world domination?"
beside Tomura, Stain burst into laughter. "Yeah! You tell him, Kid!"
Aizawa stared at the hyper-intelligent youth as he scrambled for a suitable answer. Finally, his shoulders sagged in defeat, despite some testiness being left.
"And what's your goal in life?" He challenged, with red eyes and slowly moving hair.
Undisturbed by the sight, Izuku beamed like all saintly game Characters would.
And it was about this time that Tomura realized that Izuku was not a Bard, but a cleric.
A crazy powerful cleric that acted like a bard.
"I've already reached the Ultimate Goal of life, Aizawa-san. I'm already Serving God, and this service is as eternal as I am."
"Immortality quirk?"
"Nope! I'm a spirit soul, I'm eternal, and nothing can destroy me, not even All For One!"
"That's a pretty bold statement." Tomura muttered, feeling as if his... Sensei was right behind the corner, just about ready to destroy the cleric.
"No, it's not. What can All for One destroy, hmm?" Izuku challenged as he firmly planted his first on his hips.
"You!"
"Who am I?"
"A problem Child, that's what you are," Aizawa growled as he ignored Stain reaching for his hidden knife.
Izuku flinched a bit but shook himself off. "Nope! I'm not a child. I'm not a problem, and I'm not even a quirkless human!" the boy boldly declared as he puffed his chest with what seemed to be pride but was something else. "I am the eternal soul living in a body called Izuku. I never took birth, while this body and all bodies before it did. And I never die..."
"But-"
"Aizawa-San. When you teach heroics, you skip the most important lesson, the one that makes the difference between a broken kid who lost his friend forever and a Kid who knows his friend will take another birth, and will move on." Izuku faced the man head-on. "Death only affects the body... never the soul. Nothing can destroy me... us."
"You can't prove it."
Izuku just rolled his eyes. "I can just google reincarnation." then he let out a heavy sigh. "But, to the eyes of a skeptic, everything is a lie."
"yah need a bit of crazy faith, Eraser-san. Otherwise, you'll live your life blind to all miracles and their Master." Stain grinned. "All work and no fun makes for a very depressing life."
"I have fun..."
"Like?" Stain asked.
"... I watch..." And then Aizawa closed himself off.
"Aizawa-san, from how much you sleep and work, I don't think you really have fun. You just take some tiny breaks." Izuku, bless his heart, spoke with concern. " So, to recapitulate, Japan is a cesspool of sin and misery. Everyone is working for a stone marker and to pay the undertaker. Heroes are all cowards ready to run since they think death is the end. And everyone is working towards transient goals." The saintly cleric spoke as he began to pace. "Oh, and everyone is serving the Hero commission and the Government, groups of thieves and hero-pimps desiring to rule the world by bleeding the population of everything that makes us decent human and sacred. And instead, we are taught at the youngest age of our existence to act like a bunch of polished animals."
"Listen, Kid, we've evolved way beyond what an animal is." Aizawa retorted, only to have Izuku give him an interesting eyebrow.
"Oh? So, what makes you different from an Animal?"
"I'm conscious of myself."
"Yes, so are animals. Try again."
"I have emotions."
"Same as animals, try again."
"I walk on two legs."
"Birds walk on two legs, does it mean you're a plucked chicken?"
"We're intelligent," Aizawa spoke with no little amount of frustration.
"Oh? And how do we use this intelligence?" Izuku challenged with crossed arms.
For their part, the two villains watched the ping-pong match with great interest. Stain already knew who would win, since Midoriya-Sama was a genius. But Tomura... for him, it was like watching the most intense PvP in existence.
"Look around you. We've built megacities-"
"Ants, termites, bees, and wasps."
"We've done amazing medical advancement."
"There are still people going hungry, they are still dying of the flu, and no one can bring the dead back to life." Izuku drawled, most unimpressed. "And yes, we know how to bring the wrongfully dead back to life... not that it works anymore since no one knows how to recite Sanskrit anymore, and Shiva won't let his power be abused either."
"Oh-ho. So you can raise the dead then?" Aizawa Challenged.
Stain took this opportunity to raise himself to his feet, his eye gaining a fanatical glimmer. "Of Course, Mido-Sama can raise the dead!" He bodily declared. " There's nothing He can't do."
Aizawa didn't look at all impressed by Stain's declaration, but... Tomura wouldn't be surprised if it was true.
Izuku was... He was Special, and this Special had nothing to do with being a limited edition draw.
"Nevertheless." Izuku brushed off this topic with more elegance than Sensei. "The point I wanted to make was how we are taught to be beasts of burden for the rich and cunning." he continued. " What are we doing with all those medical, technological and quirk-born advancements?" The greenette asked. " We sleep on a thousand-dollar mattress that has to be changed every decade, filling landfills and giving people backaches. We eat food that's covered with pesticides and which we have to pay for with our health and our hard-earned money. We are looking for shelter, but no shelter is perfect and one day, all will die. We want to sleep as much as possible since we don't suffer when we sleep and where always tired-"
At this Shouta averted his eyes, his expression covered up by his capture scarf.
"And in the end, all we do is for sex... Even if it's for having Children, it's still an extension of sex desires."
"Eating, fearing, sleeping and matting, humans may do those things by more fancy and complicated means, but in the end, they are still acting like animals."
"Two-legged animals," Tomura spoke up. " And... How can we make Japan human again?" He asked as he crossed his legs, his previous distress forgotten.
A smile spread itself on Izuku's lips. "By Chanting Hare Krishna and following the rules of the Daivi-Varnashram system. The caste system is based on the individuals; natural talent, inclination, and mental propensity. And, by giving them the knowledge of the Ultimate goal of life."
"To return back home, Back to Godhead!" Stain popped up as he jumped to his feet. "No more corrupted Hero society with no goal and no real morality. No more Labelling of Villains and Hero, not more sex-driven industries preying on young boys and girls with big dreams! And we get to be best friends! With God!"
Izuku laughed. "Yes, That's the goal! To revive our eternal relationship with God."
Uh, this was new... "What's my relationship with God?" Tomura asked suddenly. "And... who's God?"
Izuku did this Happy little dance and Tomura wondered if he'd ever asked his tiny teacher about this particular subject.
"God is Krishna." He declared. " You remember the picture of the super attractive, blackish-blue cowherd boy with a flute to his lip, a yellow dhoti, red palms and soles and a peacock feather placed in his hair?"
"Yeah, the guy with the red lips, right? And the cows?" Tomura asked more than happy that his friend and teacher of everything Sensei didn't want him to learn was giving him attention again.
"Yep! That's him! and he is your Master, and you are His eternal servant."
Tomura screwed his brows, " Oh…but... I thought he was the golden dancing guy that looked like a girl."
"That's him also." Izuku beamed. "You see, Shigaraki-san, Krishna, God has numberless forms like Vishnu, Narayana, Narashima, Vamana, Rama. But his eternal forn, the Absolute Truth is Krishna, who has two arms and two legs, who wears peacock feathers and plays the flute on the Bank of the Yamuna. And that same Absolute truth is Also Sri-Krishna-Chaitania, or Gauranga, the Golden avatar who gives love of God to all despite them being unqualified." He grinned "And in all form, He is never alone. He's always surrounded by his servants, friends, families and lovers."
"Wait... God has friends?!" Tomura asked in the deepest state of shock.
God? Having friends?
Tomura could understand the whole concept of God, someone who controlled everything and master of all, just like Sensei, but universal. And just like Sensei, those who chose to Oppose him were all met with punishment.
But... Sensei had no friends, had no family and certainly had no lovers, the man probably wouldn't be able to know how good it felt to have someone to care and love him...
Not that Tomura knew... but... maybe he did.
"Izuku." Tomura began with a blush. "Do you... l... do you care about me?" He dared to ask.
Would he... would the decay user have another person who wanted to give a damn about him... and not be programmed for it?"
Izuku's smile was warm, but as he was about to answer Tomura... The Blunette felt slime coming up from the back of his throat.
He paled as he desperately tried to keep it down, getting to his feet as he scrambled away from his friend and the rest of the Heroes, pressing his hands to his mouths.
He knew this feeling, he knew what was about to happen...
He was summoned back to Sensei.
He managed to send Izuku the most helpless look he could. Reaching out to him as he lost the battle with the summon and the ectoplasm covered his entire body... depositing him in front of the looming Figure that was his Sensei.
It was hard to figure out how he felt most of the time, but Tomura knew...
He was not happy with him.