God's dancing Doll. 6
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Katsuki was in an excellent mood this morning. His mom finally got fucked to oblivion by their super buffed neighbour, meaning that she's made breakfast today, and it was spicy.
And she hasn't smacked him on the back of the head since, guess what! Being around Pro Heroes all day meant that she had to slow down on the slaps, hits and other ways to tell him he was a failure and needed to get better since they would show!
But that was not the full reason why he was in such a good mood today.
Oh no, today was just the cherry on his fucking awesome Sunday.
You see, yesterday, Deku had dared be in the same place he was.
Ever Since Aunty passed away (Deku's fault, obliviously.) The creepy nerd had moved out of their shitty flat after giving Kacchan all of his All Might collection. (Fuck you! I don't need your fucking help to get a better collection then you!) and, after one last explosion to put him in his place, Deku had practically dropped from the face of the earth.
He stopped going to school. (Ah, he finally understood his place in the world, no use wasting a good teacher's time on something as useless as quirkless Deku.)
The first week had been...
Well... Meh, to be honest. During the first day, he'd thought he would enjoy not having to hear Izuku's insistence, mumbling and fangasms about quirks, he would not interrupt the teacher with his dumb as fuck questions, and he would not put the rest of the student body in trouble because he was always at the wrong place, playing the role of an enticing target for everybody to test and train their quirks on.
Bakugou knew the police patrol, so he knew the safe places... but not those dumb extras.
Still, he'd managed to find his stalker huddled in a cozy little abandoned yard behind a well-known soapland.
He had a dwelling; he had food, a means to cook...
Money.
Deku had everything he wanted, and this... without making any effort, without pain.
(it wasn't fair, Katsuki suffered so much and gave his all, yet still felt that he was struggling, thought that he would never be perfect enough for society, that he would never be enough for his mother, who would always hang over his head the fact that she could throw him out on the street at any moment, and that he couldn't do shit save to sell his body just to survive... or turn to villainy, since she knew the truth about his quirk.)
And Izuku, Quirkless, Useless Izuku...
He would go around the marketplace early morning whit a cloth bag around his shoulders, then, after asking the security guard and bribing them with... a fucking piece of fruit, he would go around begging and kindly asking for the soon-to-be discarded produce.
Most would give the useless leech shit, as they should. But others would give him something better, like actual good shit, and invite Izuku in their shop, listening to him talk about some crap, sing his shitty song and whatever the fuck the sicko would do behind closed doors, and those were the curry-smelling crowd... and Katsuki noticed how Izuku would go to another part of the city and repeat the same thing. Sometimes he would be chased away (as he should,) and sometimes, people, the brown-skin gaijin, would let him to his little show in their store, sometimes giving him money and cloth.
Pathetic and absolutely disgusting. He knew Deku was useless, but instead of doing everybody a favour and throwing himself under a truck for a better life somewhere else, he decided to build himself back from the ground up...
Who the fuck did he think he was? Daring to cast a shadow over him, Katsuki, the only Alderan student to walk through the sacred, hallowed halls of UA, where All Might, the greatest Hero that had ever lived, got his education... and where Katsuki would dwarf him with his achievement.
Let the biggest, baddest villain break out of Tartarus, like the biggest one All Might had to mildly struggle against, Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder would totally wipe the floor whit his ass, then lock him behind bars.
He would make his mother proud.
He would show them all his awesome power...
and he would gain everything.
Yes, being the number one hero meant he would have all the cash he could have dreamed of and go on vacations and eat in the same restaurant his mother kept moaning about.
And Girls... boys...
Whatever the fuck he wanted, he would have cash and fame; nothing would be illegal then.
His head in the cloud and eating the big, fat pie in the sky, Katsuki walked into UA's entrance, mapping what would be the best for his eventual ascension as the number one Hero.
Sure, he may not seem like he was thinking about pretty things since his training was more important than his dick... but hey, he had to keep his eyes on the prize.
And what a price it would be. Could you imagine if he'd managed to bag Yaoyorozu? Not only would this give him even more connection with manufacturers and sports items (his Dad being a designer meant that he already knew her family and was on a rather good therm.), but it also meant that he would be playing in the big kid's playground.
Who knows, he could be the head of his own political party. Or even better, Become the one ruling king of the world!
He had to admit that he loved daydreaming about sitting on a throne made of gold and explosives, the most beautiful girls (and maybe a few boys.) sitting either on his lap, by his feet or to the side praising his glories...
Deku mopping the floor like the pathetic Deku he was.
Well... no, he had to update his dream. This villain had taken him away, and Katsuki would not even lift a finger to save his ass again. Besides, he was sure the nerd was dead or close to it.
It... made him feel a bit ill to think that he had killed someone with his quirk... but Alas, it was something he would have to get used to since, his power being what it was, he knew that casualties would be inevitable.
I mean, Look at Endeavour, the guy had a rather hefty body count, and he was still the number two hero under All Might!
Nevertheless, it had felt great to put Deku back where he belonged and destroy his future cult base, which was super illegal.
And Katsuki did with zeal and bliss.
He destroyed whatever shelter he'd found, even this ugly old yellow sleeping bag and sets of black clothes.
He'd broken Deku's wrist when he tried to stop him and punched him hard in the face without any impunity since no one would care about the creep anymore.
Aunty Inko died because of him... He wondered if Aunty would still hug Deku after what he did. Probably not, since he threw away everything to live in the street to practice this illegal cult.
For all Bakugou knew, he'd just stopped a would-be pedophile.
He grinned as he pushed the door open and sat at his desk; he was already way ahead of his class, meaning he could lean back and plan for his glorious future as the new number one Hero, his statue in All Might's peace square.
He would rename it The Victor's square, and his statue would never be moved, for only he would be the best one...
Hmm... now, if only he could figure out the secret for Immortality and eternal youth. No way he was going to retire; he was the ultimate Hero, the best of the best, the-.
Suddenly, the yellow Caterpillar holding a Hobo in its guts rose up, as per usual...
But what was not usual was now...
It was singed and exploded.
'wait... didn't Deku have a high-end, bright yellow sleeping bag...yeah, I blew that... shit up. But... no... no, it can't be.'
"Yo, Bakubro, you alright there?" Shitty hair asked.
"Shut the fuck up!" He snapped, unwilling to show weakness. "Of course I'm fine... just... it's-"
"Today." Hobo-Sensei started the moment the ruined sleeping bag fell off his form. He was staring directly at Katsuki as an orca stared at a swimming seal. "We're going to talk about public interaction, opinions, and the legality surrounding casualty and assault... let's watch a video together, shall we? It's about one kid who, as per the public opinion, is as good as dead." Hobo Sensei spoke with more sadism than usual... and it was aimed at him.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow... wait, would his sensei show them a video of Deku?
No... no, this didn't feel right... especially with how Hobo-sensei had looked at Katsuki.
It was eyes that promised retribution... and Katsuki could not help but think about Aizawa-Sensei's blown-up sleeping bag...
The classroom's lights dimmed, and the blackboard turned into a screen.
"Aw snap! Movie time!" Pichu cheered as Raccoon eyes whooped, eager to watch something. Anything for not studying was good for her.
Katsuki had to wonder how they even managed to pass the entrance exam since even he had struggled with the quiz.
They must be rich; it was the only way.
It was a hero tube page... one that read, BurntNugleboy28. And the title of the video froze Katsuki's blood in his vein faster than his Mother yelling his name.
'UA student heavy assault on Quirkless, homeless, pious teenager.(original video.)'
cold sweat began to pool in the small of his back, and Katsuki's heart jumped in his chest. His eyes grew wide, his pupils turning into pinpricks.
This was bad...
and then Aizawa hit play... his grin wide and his eyes boring into Katsuki's own.
Later that day... The vast majority of class 1-A would be expelled, for they saw nothing wrong in killing something less than human.
Save for Yaoyorozu, Aoyama, Tsu, and Kirishima, the class' resident sunshine in manly human form.
But, unwilling to face the same shit for more years, Shouta quit right here and there, unable to handle the sheer cruelty those teenagers had in their hearts.
How could they be heroes when they discriminated against people over quirk status? How was this considered normal?
Was this? Was this normal? Was this right? Hell, he had been considered a villain because of his quirk, and he had seen what was happening… and noticed how… mentally unstable those with powerful quirks tend to be.
the world was going to hell… Heroes were now just household names for dangerous and over-glorified Jobs. They were janitors paid to make people happy and punish criminals in the face without asking questions… and looking pretty and heroic on the front of sickeningly sweet American cereal.
there was nothing about doing what was right, almost no student (kids, too young to know the horrors of fame and fortunes… and the misfortune of not being able to be anything else but a hero when the flashy ones took the world by storm and they were forced to survive on the cheapest Ramen and capsule hotels until they realized the Gen-Ed course was really the big fat adulting school, the one that prepared you for real life and not for the corrupted dream course.) he remembered the parting words of Stain when both left the Kami-Bar.
"Eraser, I know you're a good Hero; you've seen just as much darkness as I have… don't turn a blind eye thinking the next generation will deal with it; it's our job to make sure the Next Generation won't repeat the same mistake… choose your Master well, Aizawa Shota."
Yes… the Vigilante had a point; Eraserhead was but one man… but a single man could avert disasters if this man decided to make the right choice.
Shouta was… he had hidden in his bag not to see and hear the absolute shit storm that's raging outside; he wanted to sleep until they were all dead, and he would be the last one… or just not wake up at all and merge with the universe, free of pain and attachment.
but now…
Now, he understood. He understood that merely trying to teach a generation of brainwashed child soldiers wouldn't change anything, and hiding from the truth would not make it disappear.
They were beyond gentle medicine; they had to start cutting the tumours out if they wanted to salvage anything.
And thus, he left. He gave his notice and left, not even having his two 'friends' follow him. Shuenzi would eventually hear of it… but right now, Shouta just wanted to get out of this slaughterhouse and sleep for a few days before starting the impossible task of finding Stain and planning this illogical endeavour.
If Shouta was going to die, it would be on the battlefield. Maybe he would change something, but, most likely, it wouldn't change anything, but his inactions were more damning than his theorized failure.
When he reached the end of the school property, the now full-time vigilant hung his pass… but not his Hero Licence.
Not yet… not quite yet.
And walked away from the school that had taken too much, without warning Hizashi and definitely not Nemuri.
He was only hanging out with them because they used to be friends with Oboro…
After some soul searching, Shouta realized that… Maybe… no. not maybe. He was sick of Nemuri's whole BDSM addiction; it wasn't healthy, and how she acted around the students was…
Now, Shouta wasn't a prude, but there was a limit as to what a teacher could do to desensitize young, hormonal teens who would traipse around Japan in skin-tight suits when barely adults and ripe for the picking, as they say…
Also, Shouta wasn't sure how effective Nemuri's teaching method was. Shouta knew his was shit; out of all of them, only Hizashi was in his Element. Hell, he was more of a teacher than a Hero nowadays…
Shouta closed his eyes as he resolutely closed this one chapter in his life, already planning to ghost the hell out of Nemuri (she had gotten a bit too much to handle in the last few years.) and what to say to Nezu and Hizashi.
'Well, this will be future Shouta's problem.'
And when he left... he was followed.
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Tomura woke up to Izuku singing...
Signing.
"The fuck this poopsocker's doing..." he slurred as he grabbed for his phone, checking for the time.
It was 4:39 in the motherfucking, had-no-right-to-be-called-morning morning.
Well... it wasn't loud or obnoxious. Not at all, since the level 90 cleric had a stunning voice, and he would keep his rhythm and melody quite nicely...
Unlike Kurogiri, the few times he had tried to sing him a lullaby.
Tomura threw away his blanket carelessly. Noticing that, indeed, Izuku was not in bed. (Izuku had no problem sharing a bed with Tomura, and Tomura had no nightmares either, so it was a win-win situation in his book.) He grabbed a... not too dingy shirt and hobbled...
To the bathroom... god, if he were Sam facing a horde of Beached Things, well, he would have a pisslazer going strong for crit damage.
After thoroughly power washing the toilet bowl, the monster called Tomura emerged from its depths... and, after sniffing his armpit, decided that it was good enough and thus began his quest to find his cleric.
Not that he was hard to find, since the bar was definitely not a final dungeon of some rogue-like abomination.
Nah, it was Tomura's hub, meaning everything he needed was just a few steps away.
Walking through the corridor, passing by what was now Dabi's room, if the name tag was of any indication (Giri, what the fuck?) and arrived at the main room, his gaming hub.
There, using the coffee table as an Altar, Izuku once again kneeled in front of...
Ah, it was not only the scribbled piece of paper he worshipped now but a whole ass book.
The... Bhagavad-Gita as it is.
And there was another, even more damaged book there; the cover was almost completely covered with burns and blisters, making it unreadable.
"Oh, that's the Teachings of Lord Chaitania; the cover is a lost cause, but most of the pages are still readable," Izuku spoke up after he noticed Tomura standing in the hallway like a dumbass. "Sorry if I woke you up, Forgot I'd lost my Ashram."
Tomura felt his heart break... also, he still had a heart there. Izuku looked so crestfallen.
The young Cleric continued to speak, taking Tomura's silence as permission for him to do so. "I'm used to singing the glories of my Spiritual master every morning... to Srila-Prabhupada."
"What can you tell me about what you are practising?" Tomura blurted out as he flopped on the couch in his spot.
"of Krishna Consciousness?"
"Yeah, that." Tomura nodded eagerly. "Also, I'm used not sleeping for long; Sensei dosen't want a fucking slacker, you know?"
"as long as you get between six to eight hours of sleep, then you should be fine.
Tomura wisely chose not to tell Izuku that he would rarely get that in a week.
Izuku took a deep breath, bowed to his book, then returned his attention back to Tomura. A bright, beatific smile illuminates the room, revealing rows upon rows of empty shelves where numerous bottles once sat. A few were left, but Tomura knew it was the alcohol-free versions of different cocktails.
'huh... so Kurogiri really is changing the place up, isn't he.' Tomura felt cold sweat pooling on the small of his back. He hated change...
And yet... This change felt needed. The bar felt... lighter, cleaner...
creepier.
"Alright, so Krishna Consciousness is the Science of Self-Realisation; it's to know who you truly are and not the shell you are in right now," Izuku explained. "That's the first step of self-realization; we are not these bodies, but the souls in those bodies."
"Huh... So basically, what I'm experiencing right now's not real." Tomura concluded. "Shigaraki Tomura Is just an Avatar I have with certain perks and stats, but the moment I hit a game over, everything resets, and I get a new game avatar with other stats!"
Izuku stared at him with a happy look of surprise. "Wow! That was actually my next point, how this world is an illusion made by Maya."
"Maya? Who's that? A witch?"
This caused Izuku to laugh Joyfully, purifying Tomura's heart and mind by sound alone. "She's Krishna's Illusory Potency and Sri-Shiva's wife. She has numerous other words like Durga, Maa, Ishani, Krishnaa, Gauri, Parvati-"
'Huh... So basically, she's on SMT often.'
"She's Serving Krishna by keeping us, the souls who wanted to enjoy like Krishna here, in her womb. And in this material womb, we were all injected there by lord Shiva, Sri-Karanadokashayi-Vishnu's glance. Essentially, we are in God's dream, where he's sometimes there and where his living entities can die and change bodies when we die. And we die, which is not something the soul does."
"Because we are eternal, no birth and death, right?"
Izuku pointed at Tomura with a pair of finger guns. "Absolutely!" The small greenette confirmed with unbounded enthusiasm. "This is all a dream, a nightmare. But since we are still sleeping in the laps of Maya-devi, we have to follow the rules of her game, and we can't wake up by ourselves since this game... Well, that's God's dream for us." Izuku furrowed his brow and began to mutter. "Prabhupada called this 'reality' a Dream, Vishnu's dream, and we are all stuck in his dream... it's not that we are not real, far from it, i mean, we are part of God, the supreme reality, but in this dream, we think we are bodies made out of flesh and blood and not of eternity, consciousness and bliss. Now... I wonder if this would be considered a nightmare for Karanadokasayi-Vishnu since he doesn't want us to suffer away from him... but He is the supreme enjoyer, and I can't do something... no, wait! It's a nightmare for us since we are eternally suffering, but Sri-Vishnu's in pure bliss because this dream he has on one breath is giving us all conditioned souls a chance to reawaken our Krishna Consciousness, out the love of God..." Izuku grinned. "Wow, I love Vedic knowledge, don't you? Tomuchan?"
Tomura, whose brain had hit a patch of bad internet, just stared at his cleric with a buzzing brain. "Yeah, sure... just give me some time to reboot my brain, and I'll be right with you.
"Too much?"
Tomura weakly nodded; it was way too early in the morning for a lore dump, like... give him Candy Crush or Cookie Clicker at this time, not motherfucking KH 6 on coco crack.
His cleric blushed. "Ah... well, basically."
Oh no.
"We're in the Matrix, and the only way out is to Chant Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare. Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama, rama, Hare Hare. This Maha Mantra is like the genuine cry for a baby for his mother.
"Mamaaaaa!"
Tenko... Tomura shook his head.
"And mother-father God will answer our call... it's also to ask Radha-Krishna to put us back in their sevaka party." Izuku chirped happily.
"Sevaka party?" Tomura tilted his head inquisitively.
"Yeah, were all servants of a servant of Krishna. And the servant we serve is our Guru." Izuku's smile fell. "Mine... has not manifested yet, and I doubt I'll be able to meet him; cus, you know, Japan and their stupid laws," he mumbled at the end, clearly dejected.
Tomura sneered. "yeah, and you know what?" He hissed as he practically crawled on Izuku's lap, placing his mouth beside his ears. "Fuck laws; I'm a villain."
Izuku roughly shoved him back as he punched him. "Oh yeah? Well, you know what? You're a servant of God, Tomuchan! Just like me."
"Ah... well, if God wants me that much, then he will have to kill All For One," Tomura spoke with barely hidden trepidation.
On one part, the one part that still longed to be found and rescued fervently prayed for God to rescue him.
But as Tomura...
Well, if God was a Hero, then he knew how it would end.
He was a monster, a cold-hearted killer.
There was no way God, Krishna, would bestow any kind of mercy on him... save a painless death.
~0~
In the unmanifested realm, Radha and Krishna stared at Tomura as the Ganga and Yamuna manifested from their eyes.
Sri-Radha, pure love of God personified, the supreme maidservant and best of woman gave a side-long glance to her beloved Shyam, the deep-dark blue eyes replete with numerous tears carrying a message of love.
'Shyam, you better not mistreat your servant.' She sent him with a haughty pout.
With his equally blue eyes, Krishna looked at Radharani as he held his heart, for he had been fatally wounded by the love arrow sent by her glance... and the allegation of his cruelty.
'Gopika, you know I would never do that!?'
'And how about last night when you disappeared from within our midst? My friends were at the verge of death, Shyama, the verge of death!'
"Radhike."
Radharani's eyes filled with boiling-hot tears.
"Yes, Swamini. Your desires are my command. I will bestow my full mercy upon all of them; Tomura has already made a place in my heart of hearts, like Touya and the rest of those adults." Krishna said as he kneeled in front of his beloved, his best half. "Now please, oh lotus eyes girl, Girl whose fragrance defeats the Lotus, Girl whose beautiful spotless face makes the moon fall from the sky. Please, bestow your glance of mercy upon this poor wretch afflicted with the arrows of Kandarpa."
Gauri Gave Shyama a sidelong glance and left for a bowery, Krishna at her heel.
What happened there, only the most fortunate know... So let us return to the phenomenal planes, shall we?
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Izuku happily finished chanting on his Cell phone Japa App. His sixteenth round felt like heaven after the hell of a night he had.
He felt bad for Bakugou-san. Sure, he was a terrible person, his abuser.
But knowing how the ineluctable laws of Karma worked, Izuku knew that... in one of his many previous lives, he had abused Katsuki, he had burned him, hurt him, shoved him down the stairs and incite his suicide. And for all he knew, Kacchan had... performed the ghastly deed.
But Izuku also knew that, for all things considered, he'd gotten off easy compared to what he was supposed to receive, a side effect of trying to serve Gauranga and aspiring for Krishna-seva.
When one chants the Maha-Mantra, the seeds, sprouts, plants, and sinful fruits all get burnt off by the pure praise emanating from the Lotus feet of the Holy name.
Yes, the Holy Name, The Maha-Mantra has feet and legs,... and a whole body attached to them.
How could it not be? The Hare-Krishna Maha-mantra was Krishna, after all.
It was simple Logic, really. Krishna was, is, and always will be the Supreme Personality of Godhead, and being the Supreme and Absolute Truth, or God, it meant that he was omnipotent, omnipresent, and absolute. And in this case, absolute meant that everything related to him was him.
Krishna was Krishna, and the name had the same Qualities as the one that was attached to the name.
Of course... Krishna was never attached to his name; He was his name.
'Krishna Consciousness is amazing!" Izuku grinned widely as he closed the app and sat up, giving his back and legs a nice, clangorous stretch.
Sitting for two and a half hours in meditation, you know.
And then went to Tomura, his head hanging forward as his phone lay on the floor, having slipped from nerveless fingers.
"Hey, Tomucchan, Jiv Jago, buddy!" The Vaishnava happily chirped as he woke up his friend.
Tomura's head snapped up with an interesting sound, wiping the drool that had dripped from his lips with the cuff of his pullover. "Mph... wha?"
"I'm done with my chanting; how about you?"
Tomura barely blinked, then sleepily grabbed his phone tp check his Japa app. Checking the screen, he pulled a face.
"It's alright, Tomucchan." Izuku assured him with a pat on his shoulder. "Krishna Consciousness is not a speedrun, it's a marathon, and you've just picked up your very first pair of crappy running shoes."
Tomura blinked slowly, fighting to get the sleep out of his eyes... Then he gave a crooked smile.
"Yeah... M'level zero. Gotta grind this shit to victory." Tomura said as he stretched, his neck and back creaking and cracking. After the symphony made by the twenty-year-old ended, he got up, stretched more, and headed to the bathroom. "Imma start by conquering the porcelain god, FOR KRISHNA!" he hammed as he entered the water closet, arms held above his head.
"AND DON'T FORGET TO TAKE A SHOWER IF YOU PASS STOOL."
"POST SHIT SHOWER?!... FUCK YEAH!"
Izuku laughed at the new Bhakta; sure, he was rude, crude, crass, and a prime example of what a sinful human born in the quirked Kali-yuga was... and by his presence and acceptance of the path of Bhakti, glorified the mercy of Gauranga, Nityananda and Srila-Prabhupada.
'Radha and Krishna descended in the age of Kali in the fused form of Gauranga, who his Blackish Krishna inside and Golden Radha outside; they came in the most fallen age where irreligion and atheism reign and spirituality is considered no better than a side hobby and weird. And the supreme goal to be nothing if they are even a little bit spiritually awakened. Sri-Gauranga and Nityananda; Sri-Balarama and all of his innumerable expansions as a single, eternally blissful form, along with Advaita Acharia' who is none other then Maha-Vishnu and Sada-Shiva in a single body, Gadadhara; Radharani in the mood of the best of Bhakta and Srivasa, Narada Muni, the leader of all the Vaishnava and a Holy Host of Divine personalities whose life is dedicated to the service of Mahaprabhu. And once again, this most merciful of the Lord gave his glance of mercy on another most fallen, elevating him to the best of man.
May I serve him eternally."
Suddenly, he felt someone pull his sika, the long patch of hair he had grown over the year he had been on the street.
"Huh... Cool hairstyle." Dabi hummed as he plunged his hand into Izuku's mess of curls, pulling them a bit.
"Please don't do that." Izuku moaned despite himself. But Dabi didn't listen.
"oh-ho! Kitten likes pain then?" the stapled man asked saucily, his interest spiked. "Don't try to hide it; that moan you gave told me everything I needed to know." he chuckled as he pulled some more, eliciting more moans and a very Floppy Izuku. "Ehe... Say... I know a quiet place where-"
"No!" Izuku said as his face twisted in pure disgust. "Ew... God no. If this is what you want from me, then I will leave this place, and you will have to deal with Tomuchan's anger. I'm a Brahmachari, I have turned my back on sex life and nothing in the world will change my mind!"
"Oh really?" Oh no, this sounded like Dabi had taken this as a challenge. "Maybe you just didn't find the right one? I mean, your what? Thirteen? Fourteen at most?"
"I'm eternal, and the body I'm currently in has been in use for a little over fifteen. And I've already found the Right One; I just need to qualify myself for him."
"Well... just about legal." Dabi hummed, and Izuku cringed. "And... you know, I'm right here, and you qualify, hun."
"Listen... I have better things to do then please a dead bag of flesh filled with blood, pus, stool, urine, worms, and other crap through sex, overly rich food and whatever you think is fun." Izuku snapped. "I'm not wasting my time being a mundane, two-legged animal like you. The purpose of human life is self-realization through Bhakti-Yoga, not running around sniffing people's crotches in the hope of getting them to uselessly please you, tying you down in a burnt-off body good for a funeral pyre."
"Oof, burn."
Izuku jumped at that, the one who said it was Tomura, and apparently, he knew the art of taking super short showers.
Dabi grumbled something unflattering under his breath, something about how the teen just didn't know what he was missing and didn't need to diss on his burns.
"Yo, Dabi. Izu, here's a fucking cleric, a priest." Tomuchan spoke up. "If he fucks someone, he loses his grace buff, and we lose our best everything!"
"Psh, a priest... as if God-"
"He sent you to save me, Todoroki Touya." Izuku spoke cryptically.
The usually sassy man stared in horror and fear; some sparks of blue flames danced upon his skin. "What did you say?"
"Sri-Krishna, in his Form of Gauranga, sent you to save me. He told me that Todoroki Touya, the rejected son of Todoroki Enji, the Number Two hero." After he spoke those words, Izuku's eyes grew wide. "Wait, hold on... did he... did he give you those scars? His quirk is 'Hellfire,' so I know for sure that he has the ability to scald people alive, I also know that his agency's covering all treatment costs for those who managed to survive his misfire..."
"Oh! A Little smart ass!" Dabi snapped as he went to grab Izuku by the front of his shirt. "And Did you know that he's an abusive ass? And that the only reason I'm even alive it's because he wanted to have a son with the perfect mix of fire and ice?!"
Izuku sent a quick glance towards where his worshipped deities sat, only to see Gaurahari in the mood of Narashima-deva, the half-man, Half-lion God Protector; the only this preventing the Golden Avatar from smiting Touya where he stood was Nityananda, and the most merciful was telling Izuku through his glance that, if he didn't do anything soon, then not even him could prevent Mahaprabhu from protecting his devotee and destroying the miscreant.
Then, by Sri-Madan-Mohana's mercy, Izuku knew what he had to say.
"Oh, Puh-lease. Don't give this poor excuse of a man all the credit." the Vaishnava rolled his eyes. "he may have seeded you in the womb of your mother and gave you the ever so sought-after chance to be born in a human body, but from what I'm seeing, and from what I've heard, he's a Rakshasa, a demon parading around as a 'hero.'" He made the bunny quotes. " Failed to be a father and teach you how to use your human body and instead made you no better then him."
"Hey!"
"Seriously, he's no better then Hiranyakashipu, and like Hiranyakashipu, the guy deserve to have his entrails ripped apart by an angry half lion half man... but unlike the great demon, Enji deserves it by a mundane lion." he grumbled the last part.
Actually, he wouldn't mind seeing Sri-Hari rip the man apart, for all his failing as a Hero, Todoroki senior had stopped many villains and demons...
he just... wasn't very careful. And...
Well, Bhagavan could not look at him, for some reason, Todoroki had performed a sin bad enough that Krishna showed his back to him, Gauranga gave him a sideways glance and Nitiananda began to weep.
If the father of Dharma had reacted like that.
"He burnt you, didn't he?" Izuku asked, watching from the corner of his eyes as Tomura angled himself close enough to the burnt man that he could... do the needful if needed.
God, I hope it won't come to this.' Izuku prayed.
He could hear Dabi's teeth grinding.
"Tell me how you know my name, twerp, then maybe I'll let you live long enough to know."
"Oh, I got annoyed with you, so I prayed to Gauranga for help to get you to leave me alone. He told me your name was Todoroki Touya and that you... well, you bring your inside hurt outside... and he's reminding me to remind you that Recovery Girl would get very mad at you for killing me."
Dabi's eyes widened.
"Oh, and Obo... Kurogiri-san would be super disappointed in you for assaulting me and, you know Harassing me."
"Indeed, Midoriya-Sama. I am indeed rather disappointed in Dabi-san." Said cloud of fatherly black smoke appeared from the back room. His once impeccable barman outfit was covered in dust and other such contaminants, his already narrowed eyes had taken a rather worrying size. "I had thought you were... more chivalrous than that, Dabi. For having saved Midoriya-san, you had proven yourself better than the random scamps loitering in the streets..." the fog making Kurogiri's body whip around angrily. "do not sour my opinion of you."
"Or what? Are you going to hate on me? Hit me?"
"No..." Kurogiri shook his head... and warped Dabi away. To Izuku's relief.
"Did you kill him?" Tomura asked with a demented smile.
"No... but I believe he needs to see a therapist or learn some manners. I've put him in a safe room so he may calm down; then I will talk to him." Kurogiri informed his charge, and Izuku wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Ah, see Giri? Even Izuku thinks that your idea's shit." The bluish-haired man cackled madly.
"I mean, sure, he does need help. But first, he needs to want the help." Izuku explained as he got up. "And Materialist therapist... heck, I don't know what they will tell him; they will most likely pump him with drugs and call it a day," he grumbled. "The only way for him to be happy is to take to Krishna Consciousness, even if it's just a little bit..."
The room fell silent until Kurogiri broke it.
"I see... I will do my best then. Oh, and I wanted to inform you that I have gotten rid of all Alcohol in my cellar and sold the expensive ones. Starting today, I will renovate the bar to make it a café... if it is alright with you?"
Izuku paused and reviewed all he knew about the ancient movement and its prohibition. "Well... Chocolate's in the grey zone, and while coffee and tea is considered an intoxicant, I remember one Srila-Prabhupada disciple said that Srila-Prabhupada once told them it was alright to sell outsider guests coffee... it's not ideal, but I doubt anyone will want to come if we don't have that. Just make sure our Satvik menu is as attractive as Radha-Krishna. And offer all milk, cream, and sugar to Krishna first so that most will have prasadam. better yet, have all dairy products come from Protect cows, like the legendary ISCOWP, and do advertise the Ahimsa way of life… I mean, the vegetarian way of life at the very least."
" I see." Kurogiri's eyes narrowed in joy. "And how about water? Is it offerable?" he asked as joy flooded the Vaishnava.
"patraṁ puṣpaṁ phalaṁ toyaṁ
yo me bhaktyā prayacchati
tad ahaṁ bhakty-upahṛtam
aśnāmi prayatātmanaḥ"
Izuku recited with his sweet voice, his cheeks hurting for how hard he was smiling, yet he was unwilling to stop.
Who, in their right mind, would stop remembering God's literal words? Save for the killers of animals and their own souls.
"Krishna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead, said; If one offers to Me with love and devotion a leaf, a flower, a fruit, or even water, I delightfully partake of that item offered with love by My devotee in pure consciousness." Izuku quoted in pure bliss.
But, knowing that he had to teach, the Vaishnava dear to Gauranga quickly held back his ecstasy; he didn't want to spook the poor man.'
Those who took to the path of Bhakti were rare and precious and should be appreciated and taught nicely to reach back home, back to Godhead.
"Yes, water, fruits, everything can be used as an offering to Krishna. We can. No... we have to use everything in the Lord's service; the only thing that can never be used is Envy and hatred."
"It... can't?" he heard Tomura say, his eyes wide as he seemed to have reached the cusp of a paradigm shift.
"No, of course not. You can use anger to protect Krishna Devotees and temples; you can also use it and spite to go and preach and practice Bhakti. But the real motivator has to be love." Izuku explained. "I know it will sound extremely cheesy, tropey, and whatever you want to call it. But pure, unadulterated, ecstatic love. Free from any desire but to please Krishna... Well, It defeats him."
Tomura stared at Izuku. "Wait, hold on a fucking moment." He said as he gesticulated. "What do you mean 'Love defeats Krishna', aka the Supreme Personality of Godhead?!"
Izuku just smiled.
"I swear man if you say we take the form of some Mahou-shoujo-"
Izuku just cackled. "Oh, Tomura... Just chant Hare Krishna, and everything will make sense."
"Wait, no. You can't just leave me to read!" the blue-haired man squawked indignantly. "I need to know!"
But Izuku knew that Tomura wasn't ready for that, not yet. And thus, he got up and walked to the outside door. As much as he loved Tomura, he needed to clear his head, and nothing but a good walk could remedy that.
Besides, he knew nothing would happen Now; His GauraHari was protecting him fully... and if something happened to his current body, the Gaurahari would transfer him to Krishna-Loka, where he would serve the separate, yet the still complete form of God for all blissful eternity.
~0~
Kamino ward was a rather urban place with very few trees and parks, the only one that had been allowed was Victory Park, where All Might Allegedly kill All For One.
Izuku pursed his lips and gave a mild sneer at the ugly statue of a man controlled by the three modes of Material Nature, his senses, unconquered, stood in triumph.
"Triumph... over what? And you didn't finish the job, you idiot; never think the bad guy is dead unless you've found the body." The corner of Izuku's lips turned down as if pulled by gravity. "Gauranga told me you didn't do this to save people; you did this as an act of revenge. I won't lie; it was still heroic... but why didn't you stop? I got hurt so bad; your life's practically over, you have so little left... so little time left as All Might." He sniffled, wiping away his tears. "Please, just give up... Just give up your useless rat race in your wheel, Yagi-san and just surrender to Krishna, go and hide in Mayapur and leave All For One to God; he'll take care of him." He finished pitifully.
"oh... you poor-" an old woman was about to give Izuku her sympathy when she noticed her bare feet and his toes.
She quickly turned tail.
He heard Gauranga hiss in Disgust... same as Nitai, the source of all snakes starting from Ananta-Shesha.
"Can you believe it?" The Lord of the Universe sneered as he angrily gestured at the retreating woman, his long arm and pinkish palm resembling the stamen of a golden lotus. "This woman had the chance to catch the sight of my envoy's lotus feet. And the only thing she thinks is about how 'inhuman' and 'unevolved' my Ijuku is." he scolded, turning to Nitain, resting his other hand on his big brother's shoulder in sheer fatigue. "I was sent here in this world by my Haridas and Adwaita... they all requested me to give Krishna-Bhakti to all devoid of awe and reverence but..." He took in a shuddering breath, releasing it as a blazing gust of hair hot enough to make some features of the All Might Statue melt, causing a mass panic to those who noticed it. "How am I supposed to give it when those poor demons see my servant with contempt only because he is one of the few still fated to have a body made in my Image." rivers of tears fell from his eyes as Nitai held him close.
God... was beautiful, even with tears and snot covering his face.
What to say of his heart, or when he danced as he bellowed "Hari Haraye nama Krishna, Madhavaya namaha, Gopal, Govinda, Rama, Sri-Madhusudhana as he eclipsed the Golden moon with his ever-expanding glow?
"Shh, Shhh. It's alright, my Lord. It's alright." Nityananda cooed, embracing his master in the mood of a parent. "The Golden age is still young, and you promised to Vasudeva Data that I would empty this universe and liberate all the bound souls," Goura spoke with renewed vigour as he dried his tears with his upper clothes, his reddish eyes even redder. "And how can I fail when I have Ijuku at my side!" He happily chirped.
Izuku gave an embarrassed laugh, shyly rubbing the back of his neck as his face turned strawberry red. "Oh, come on, you're the one pulling my Strings, Bhag... Er... Neemai."
Neemai Pandita looked at his friend's askance. "You know, Iju, I'm not in the mood for that."
" I know... You are God right now, my Master and the Grand Master of everything and everyone."
...
"ow!" Izuku exclaimed when he fell back, having been (gently) Kicked in the chest by Gaurahari's Lotus feet.
This left him crying and breathless in exultation, Sri-Bhagavan had kicked him. He now had the Lord of Lord's footprint adorning his chest.
'That's it... I belong to God! My Master chastised me as a beast of burden, that's it, my life is complete, no more birth, no more pain, oh Gaura, Gaura, Gaura." Izuku babbled on and on as the Golden Lord, whose Mercy extended to all, picked him up on his lap, apologizing profusely as his tears washed away whatever impurity remained in his heart.
Of course, Izuku being on Nickname basis with the Lord meant that whatever impurity to be found really was a decoration for the Lord to play with.
When he came back to his senses, he was covered with a blanket, and the different sirens of probably all the emergency vehicles in Kamino blared in his ears.
And Gauranga... was once again gone.
Obviously, being who he was meant that he helpfully informed the Heroes and Paramedic that just so happened to be guarding the body of Musutafu's Quirkless Madman from the public.
Some people like him, even if he was a soon-to-be-extinct species...
in Japan, that is. But don't tell them that.
Also, jokes on them; God and all of his Avatara had all their toe joints. And since God had said in the bible that he had made a human man (and woman) in his image, it meant that only Izuku was human!
AH! take that, demons!
Nevertheless, Izuku was covered with this yellow plastic (yet still biodegradable, made of fungus, if memory serves.), meaning he'd gone into such a deep ecstasy he'd manifested death-like symptoms.
Oops.
Izuku turned over, laying on his belly as he discreetly crawled out of the tarp, hoping to be forgotten since...
You know...
He was quirkless and thus useless in the eyes of modern society.
But, no such luck, for Aizawa and Tamakawa were stooped around him, the cat-like man staring owlishly with his arms outstretched as if about to lift the tarp to show Eraserhead the sorry image of yet another dead homeless, quirkless kid.
Obliviously, Izuku hasn't left his body yet.
Still, he felt bad for the two adults currently freaking out... also, props to the two of them for not screaming their life out.
"Hare Krishna, Guys. Guess what happened?"
And then they Screamed.
~0~
"Alright, my name is Tsukauchi Naomasa. My Quirk is Trueman; I am essentially a lie detector." The plain-looking man said as he sat at the table across from him, was the only true witness and probable perpetrator of the vandalism of the "Statue of Ultimate victory." The plain man spoke, and he wasn't looking happy at all. His recorder in the middle of the table recording everything.
Izuku was also not very happy with this situation.
God had trolled him... there was no way this blazing sigh of separation was a fluke.
"State your full name, gender, career, and what you were doing at the time of the event."
"My name is Midoriya Izuku, I'm fifteen, soon to be sixteen in July, Male, and I was just taking a stroll from a friend whose taking care of me after Bakugou Katsuki blew up my home because I just so happen to lead a better life than him."
Tsukaushi-san's eyes grew wide at the statement.
"My Mother died of Natural... Well, I don't quite remember what she died from, but I'm an orphan since my dad was missing since I was 5 after I was diagnosed quirkless... oh yeah, Bakugou-san has also been abusing me, same as the entire Aldera school district. Not just me, but anyone whom they deemed inferior or villainous, you may want to take a look at that."
"Noted. And who is this friend?"
"He'd rather stay anonymous for the time being since he also has to deal with a less than savory character that... oh screw it, All For One is Alive, All Might failed to Kill him, and the one Hosting me is Nana's grand kid and the sole Shimura alive."
"It's... all true." Tsukauchi said as he slumped in his chair.
"Of course it is, why would I lie?" Izuku asked, insulted that someone would feel like this.
True, he hadn't made the same vow Bahula the Sacred Vrindavan cow did, but Styiam, truth was a sacred thing, one leg of Dharma.
Of course, at the start of his life, Izuku had not been truthful to his mother about the bullying, and while he now understood that it was indeed warranted. (Whatever he did to the soul in Bakugou's body... and all of Aldera, it was bad enough that the Greenette could almost be sure that he either used to be Hitler or Putin... or Maybe Kim Jon Un or something.)
Karma was the material world's justice system, and it was so complicated, even Krishna had declined to explain it further to Arjuna.
Tsukauchi stared at the young boy, then he got up, his eyes wide and filled with primal fear. "I gotta... I need to."
"Ijuku, stop him!" The Lord intervened, and Izuku did the only thing that could stop the truth loving man.
"KRISHNA IS THE SUPREME PERSONALITY OF GODHEAD!" Izuku declared as loudly as he could.
The result was instantaneous.
Stukaushi froze in his tracks with gasp, his body becoming ramrod straight as his Quirk was overwhelmed with the Supreme and Absolute Truth.
A truth that defeated them all, the reason why everything existed, the cause of all causes.
Then, he collapsed, his whole body shaking like a man suffering a seizure.
Many Police officers rushed to the downed man's side, trying to stop whatever was affecting him with no success at all.
One police officer remember that Izuku was in the reem, shackled to the chair since, you know, he may be marked as quirkless, but he had been seen by many witnesses talking to himself and directly looking at All Might's statue as it partially melted, turning it into a total loss.
And now, Izuku had this guy's knee in his chest, crushing him.
'Oh, Krishna, why the hell did I do that?'
And then.
He heard Tsukauchi roar.
The silence that ensues was one born of pure shock, for the one who had shamed the lions was none other than Tsukaushi.
The man was standing tall and proud, fuming at the sight.
"what, in the name of everything sacred in this world, are you doing?" He demanded as he descended upon the officer crushing Izuku's chest. "Don't you know what He is? Are you just so up in your own ass that you can't see this young man as anything other than a villain?"
"B-but sure you... he attacked-"
"Midoriya-Sama gave me God, you nit!" Tsukaushi snapped, as he yanked the officer off the youth, letting Izuku take a deep breath. "He's a Servant of God, of Krishna." Tsukauchi shivered as a smile threatened to overcome his face, only to be covered again by his fearsome scowl. "He's more than a mere Vagrant busking to eke out a life, and believe me when I say that he wasn't the one to destroy All Might's Statue, what happened was an Act Of God. Literally. So let this poor underaged boy go, he did nothing wrong."
"But."
"Come, Midoriya-san, I'll escort you back to where you are staying right now... unless you would-"
"Actually, I've made a friend, and this friend's decided to keep me after... an old classmate of mine destroyed my shelter and all the food I had there." Izuku informed the now awakened detective as he was brought to his feet and dusted off by the normal looking man in a fedora and coat combo.
He must be a fan of
"Ah, yes." Tsukauchi nodded. "The UA Pariah."
"Oh... Well, I'm sad it had to happen like this, but if Krishna deems me worthy of his protection, then there's nothing much I can do." Izuku spoke in sad detachment as he was. "Krishna... In all of his forms, even Gauranga, and Nityananda, can't tolerate the sight of his devotee's hurt and offended in any way."
Tsukauchi shuddered. "Obviously, one with a smidge of common sense would understand that."
And with that, the newly awakened Tsukaushi Naomasa escorted Izuku out of the interrogation room, signed his release and went out of his way to drive him back to Kamino.
"So... About this All For One." Tsukaushi began.
"Yes?"
"I need to speak to him."
"Me too."
Oh, the scourge of Kamino had no idea what was about to hit him.