From Author: Well pals today is a good day, I am sorry for that what happened to a second chapter, something went not right and fanfiction uploadaed it just all the way without any stops for interpunction. So yeah my bad xD, have fun with the next chapter. EDIT: I can't repair it, so I just left it like that, by the way it doesn't interrupts in auto reading function in so I think it is good to go. #nobetareadwedielikesirnighteye
-Speech-
"quoted or custom name of something"
(-Hunt Or Be Hunted-) Time skip or change of prespective
Chapter 3: Confessions and Evidence
So here I am with my mom, walking towards my training grounds at Takoba beach. I do not know how she will react to it, that my training area is literally a dump. I guess we are both dead, and I accidentally left my sensei in the blast zone with me. Well, at least we die together like men. She was sending glances in my direction from time to time, probably expecting me to wander with her to some dojo or field. I didn't even tell her what happened to me at school today. I am fucked like I
never was. The training didn't even begin and I am already sweating like Kacchan. He always sweats because he is angry, because he wants to blow you up, because he
just likes it. Well, damn it, I wander with my thoughts again.
Before I know it, we are already in the less developed part of the city, which means we are getting closer to the beach. We finally enter the beach entrance, and
large stacks of stinky trash welcome us. Mom glances at the dangerous protruding rods and winces at the smell. It feels like a procession towards my funeral, but I
don't know yet if it's literal or something worse. After crossing another pile of trash, we find ourselves in front of a peculiar scene.
BONK!
-Ouf! Damn you woman, I say you will be the end of me.- Knuckleduster says.
What just unrolls before their eyes is something that he would forget. Not in a houndred years. There is knuckleduster in his mask clutching his head after being hit by someone, this someone is a woman in a skimpy outfit. Two ponytails, pink hair, black revealing outfit, baseball, and a microphone, is this...
-OMGOMGOMG!ITSPOPSTEP!Ican'tbelieveImeetyouyouareoneofmyfavoriteheroes!IhavetonsofplushiesfromyourlessthanlegalconcertsWouldyoupleasegivemeanautograph.- Before he
knew it and could stop his stupid brain, he went on a rumble on Popstep. He couldn't believe it! It's Popstep! One of the infamous Naruhata Vigilantes! The second
one that he met, to top it all off. They were very active 2 years ago, until they all stopped just like that. Many fans thought most of them were dead after Popstep had been attacked by some mind control villain or something. But here she is, without an eye, but she is alive!
He jumped up and down like an excited fanboy that he is. Until Popstep came right up to him, so close he could smell her and her strawberry perfume. His face went
beet red before he knew it. She just stared at him, still with her baseball behind her back. It was painted in black with pink hearts on top of it. It's actually a new one, and here he is looking at her like she is a goddess that just came from heaven to grace him with her presence.
Then she just laughs, beautiful silver bell laugh.
Well at least she laughs until my mom steps between us with expression from hell, looking at them both like she could kill them with her sight, making Knuckleduster ACTUALLY shrink. The fearless, indectructible,immortal vigialnte from Naruhata is scared of lone housewife with a scrawny kid at her back. I saw already everything in my life please kill me now.
Or not.
Then Popstep grins nervously and takes her hand behind her neck in nervous gesture.- Hey, Mrs. Midoriya I was just about to scold our common friend about risks of behaving himself suspicious and not telling about taking aprentices without their parents knowledge, but I certainly didn't scolded him enough by now.- She says making step right to make way for his mother towards Knuckleduster that has looks of utter betrayel and begging written on his face.
-Wait! Wait! Miss! I was about to say..-
BONK!
-Hunt or be Hunted-
After his mom left apparently making new friend with infamous vigilante popstep he was left alone with a knuckleduster with two prominent lump on his head. I was
about to say something but everytime I tried to say something I was actually lost for words for what to say.
Knuckleduster gets up and sighs.- All right kid let's get going.- He says while standing up and dusting himself from trash that he had been send into. Apparently his mother has a telekinetic quirk that can lift small objects but it seems also when she gets pissed much she can extend that limit for a while at a cost of exhaustion, so she smacked knuckleduster into pile of trash with Popstep's baseball embedding him in the pile making impressive crater.
He got up and get to a stance that I knew from the first day and he stiffens and punches him square in the face again, but this time he was in middle of a dodging so he only was hit in the ear makining him twirl around in the air and lay flat on the sand.
-Great you are learining kid.- He comes in and gives him a hand to stand up. But he knows it is a ruse so he gets up on his own.
-So about what happened today...- He begans but gets beated to it.
-Be quiet- He says menacingly, clearly not wanting to say anything about that.
And for past 2 hours he gets a bunch of murderous mixture od dodging, lying on the floor, and a handful of new slurs addded to his vocabulary. Its like a words of power from skirim, kinda. But instead being written in stone he is one being yelled at. Some of those could made even drunked sailor embarassed. He should be focused on training probably, yeah. But so much happened just in those couple of days, first Kacchan beat him almost to death, shark guy attack lady in the alley, he meets knuckleduster, gets offer of training, trains with him, gets in trouble with detective making his hair white before he lives to thirty. Wait is he thirty? I don't think so, I am distracted god damn it!
And he gets hit.
He gets hit in the torso making him cough up some saliva mixed with his stomach juices, and tumbles around two times. He already hears the "tsk" sound coming from his sensei, he really done it this time.
-All right kid, we can stop it for now.- He lights up a crigarette and stares up in the distance.- For now we take care of this trash that is laying around, you can't get further like that without building some muscles, though with you there won't be much help, you must focus on your legs and agility to win with someone like me one day. By the way just spit it out kid, if you do not say what is laying on your heart right now we cannot, contuinue this training any longer, you can't focus and something clearly troubles you.- He says while grabbing a pink bathroom chair from the pile of trash and sits on it. He looks so contemplative it is almost worthy to be placed on a painting.
So I also sit down on the beach tucking his legs closer to his torso looking as pathetic as he truly is.
-You know, I think... I-I can't go to my school anymore.- And again with my damn stuttering, just when I thought I was going to be better. But what can I even told him? That I' am bullied at school? That my best friend is not really my friend but tormentor and not long ago I just realized that, but still I call him kacchan sometimes, I guess habits die hard or don't die at all, who do I even told it to? To police? Another quirkless loser gets bullied at school so what? Tsukauchi even said to me he can't protect me and my mother from this Himiko. Probably he already knows I'm quirkless, worthless deku, teachers don't give a shit, they even join in on it. And pricipal... this fat pig... literally because he has pig mutant quirk granting him super strenght, though not visible and he hides it, what a freaking hipocrite. This doesn't even adds up to that once pro hero once said about when I was bullied it was just rough housing, yeah rough housing my ass.
I woke up from my thought to look at clearly pissed off Knuckleduster. Shit did I did something.
Before I fell into a storm of muttering and excuses Knuckleduster put his hand on my shoulder, and I tensed prepared for suprise attack but it never came, he looked at me with ... pity? I do not need pity...
-You need help kid, you are right you don't need anyone elese pity.- He says it and it rings in his mind that he probably muttered all of his inner thought outlaud, damn his loose tongue and his stupid brain. - Listen, If I would be younger I would say, get good and kick their ass later on, that their mother do not recognizes them anymore, that what I was doing in my prime when I interrogated gangsters hunting for slave rings around japan, but now though... you need to talk to someone, and it can't be like that anymore, and from what you said it all began with you being quirkless and them not. Isn't it kid.- He says sounding like an understanding father rather than hardened vigilante that doesn't striffes off torture.
Izuku looked at him with widened eyes like plates, nobody said something to him like that, one said it was rough housing, police said it was beyond their notice and theatened him with penalty if he dares to waste their time like that again, and here is someone vigilante for crying out loud saying to him that isn't okey. Well maybe because he is lawless vigilante that breaks law on the breakfast, lunch and supper. But still nobody told him to do something about that like that.
-Come on kid we need to get to work, trash won't clear it itself.- He said getting up from his crouched postion in front of him and taking out black bags for trash. For some reason they reminded him of the ones used for securing corpses. Oh wait in truth they are, they have zipper in the middle, I will not even ask from where he got them.- Ya know one day, I destroyed one of mercenary gangs that dealed in assasinations, they had a lot of this stuff, how funny later on they found themselves inside of those.- He chukled.- And I didn't runned of them yet, not at all.- All right I need to establish some rule, never ask knuckleduster anything about his job ever again, noted.
In middle of their second trash pile somebody started walking towards them with quick and certain steps, someone clearly pissed off. Who the hell waltzes just towards knuckleduster like that, well his mother does, but its clearly not her, maybe its another of his vigilante friends, how many people did he actually pissed off? He didn't reacted for a while smartly collecting trash and compressing it meanwhile bounding together rusted car parts for later transport for junkyard, sensei said he is going to let him know one of his old acquaintances, one that acutally helped him with his first brass knuckles. He looks at the trash ready to transport, yeah that is interesting pile of trash indeed.
-Say once and he will appaer.- Knuckleduster says while laying his back against the rusted car. Watching how clearly pissed off detective stumps closer towards us.
And brings out some files and casually smack knuckleduster in the head with them, this is not first,not second but thrid time this happened, and detective Naomasa of all people just bitch slapped his sensei. He do not know what do anymore.- We got a fucking deal Iwao! We got a deal, and now what? I look like a fucking clown in front of my peers, and HPSC will get on our ass now that you are again in action! Thank god that all people that were engaged in the investigation on gangs were the same old geezers, otherwise you already would be in cuffs.- He screeches. Looking like he was betrayed absolutely. Knuckleduster just startes not even flinching when he got smacked and waiting for detective to end his temper tantrum.- And what the fuck you do? You just park your highly recognizable car in the middle on the road with unregistered car plates with numbers that doesn't make any sense! 8DiCkS real fucking funny you moron!- He rants and knuckleduster completly doesn't reacts to it at all. Even making with his hand in signs "blah,blah,blah" which makes Izuku snort and keel in laughter. Then detective just stops and looks at Izuku's face.
What I got something on my face?- Great and now even you train another one promising child to go your stupid ways, what do you even do? Just beat the shit out of him?- Naomasa asks clearly still pissed. Knuckleduster just nods like this is the most normal thing to do. Oh shit, if he do not do something about it they will get arrested, he needs to say something. But what?
-It is not like that sir! We completly clean the beach on our own and do a little bit of training! Really! I'am making great progress already and feel stronger too!-Naomasa looks unimpressed and looks at knuckleduster like he spotted an disgusting bug. - And you, know it's not like I am here not from my free will! Sensei saved my life when villain tried to kill me back then and also helped me when I was beaten by bullies from my school and all.- In his frantic trying to help his sensei he accidentaly spills some things that he normally would not say.
After a while of ranting he catches himself and stares at detective that looks at him softer like he heard exactly not what he wanted him to hear.
Shit.
-Who is this Kacchan that hurts you? Would you like to make a statement?- Izuku now notices that detective is no longer in front of knuckeduster that looks at Izuku in amusement and also some kind of worry. - I can help you kid, really, if you say your teachers are involved in it to then it is very serious case indeed, and with those officers that told you to not waste their time, I would like to get the badges.. but I guess you wouldn't remeber it by now.- Detective says.
Izuku now collapses into another storm of muttering and excuses while waving his hands around and getting red like a tomato making knuckleduster release howling laugh, but Izuku doesn't listen he is already in his world trying to deny everything and sputter another storm of excuses but instead of it working detective gets serious in the face with a frown and knuckleduster even looks like he is going to murder someone. And he is holding a phone talking to someone. Oh boy what did I just did? Is kacchan dead now? Can I even return to my old life, he is seriously afraid that tomorrow instead of his school is going to be smoking crater like the one at the memorial. But detective is not going to let him do that right? Right?
Shit.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
When I first meet this cinamon bun, i thought it was just a one in time occurance and maybe Midoriya was just at the wrong place and wrong time, like groups of school thugs that randomly just attack somebody from their school for not particular reason, but this. Midoriya shows a clear symptoms of abuse, a life long abuse, apologizing for everything, jumping at sudden things, and his quick reflexes paired with his eyes scanning his surroundings and the thing with protecting his vital places on instinct like it was beaten to him, but still I just played it off as rough housing or rough training like he is now doing to him and I am just parainoid. Well it appears now everybody thought like that in this kid life, inresponisble adults, teachers that should never teach anyone except maybe cement walls of local prison, and police and local prohero's negligence, it appears he needs to talk with Capitain Mustafu a little closer and maybe sniff around for a little, it is never bad to be prudent. So here he is listening to the boys stories and exuces that he probably heard from other adults around. "It is just rough housing", "Kacchan just has anger issues", "It's not their fault he is so weak and quirkless". Young guy has been told this so many times he actually uses their excuses to defend their doing. It makes him sick.
-Popstep I got an very important job for you to do.- He says with calm fury gripping his phone tight.
-And what is it right now? You hurt the kid didn't you? And now you need to call Stitch? I told I am going to help you with the rats mother but you are really getting things on a line now.- She says through phone clearly annoyed at him. He hears clinging of tableware and voice of Izuku's mom. She probably take her to a local restaurant to correct some things.
-It's about the kid, I've got a clear certainity that the kid is bullied in school.- He says calmly.
-And what? Isn't this what are you doing right now to man him up?- She asks him, intrigued, yeah he probably wouldn't go so far for every other kid before, but he guess things change.
-This is not like that, not like I thought, it is much worse, the whole school bullies him including the teachers, and local police and prohero is blind about it, thorugh they clearly know about it all.- As he finishes he clearly feels thorugh the phone as Popstep is getting serious.
-And what do you want me to do exactly?- She asks in a matter of business tone, good she is in.
-You see normaly I wouldn't be asking you for this, things like that always did for us the kid, but now since he is a pro hero he is clearly bound by law, but I've got Tsukauchi here, so he is probably help us on the legal part of things.- He says and adds after a while.- I need you to break into that school and copy camera feed from all you can find there. And files would be good too. I will tell you which I need Tsukauchi probaly is in too.- He says and waits for her agreement.
-I am in.- she just says and ends the call. He then crushes the phone in his grip, though he didn't needed to, but he did regardless out of furry.
If looks could kill, somebody would be dead right now. Knuckleduster was absoultly enraged.
Nobody will terorize his student.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku was confused right now, he talked with detective, told him everything, he got in recording, and now he is sitting next to knuckleduster that is gripping steerign wheel so much his knuckles are turning white, he already has equipped his brass knuckles, like he is getting ready for something. Is he going to be accomplice in a crime? He hopes not. His mom would be mad. It would be bad if his mom is mad. It would not be good, not at all.
-You are all right kid? How are you holding up.- He says giving him a side eye, what is strange he is not driving right now like a complite maniac for exception.
Strange.
I flinch and gulp.- No I am fine sensei... can I help you with something?- He asks in hopes of getting himself out of this situation and turn sensei's mind of something that clearly annoys him and really pissed him off. He never saw knuckleduster really pissed off, he feels like he is going to die. If anime killing intent was real he is clearly feeling it right now.
-No, kid you can't unfortunetly you can't anymore, now it's time for adults to deal with things, and... killing intent is real, you are just not powerfull enough to use it, besides you need to be trained to specificaly use it. I use it as O'clocking, but you certainly feel it in unprecise form, the only person currently that can use it is hero killer stain, but I doubt you could get him to teach you ever.- He says casually like he is telling the weather. Not about serial hero killer and a infamous psychopath that turns alley to a bloodbaths. Yes, world certainly went crazy for him. and like a death of harambe, long ago All Might death was the same beggining of this all for him. And again he mutters, its probably his nervous tick, his mom told him long ago he needed therapy, but he never got one, and he guess he will never do, he is too poor for that. His mom still is gathering money for U.A tuition. He babbles to much, oh god did he heard this too?
-Do not worry kid, after this is all over, you and your mom is going to have a lot of money. Trust me with that.- He says with iron certainity.
He looks around to take his mind from the events, this is too crazy for him, oh. We are already nearby his home, and unknowingly Knuckleduster just parks in the same alley he recently meet the infamous A ranked Villain Himiko Toga. Yeah and the window is still open, its a good window. Sturdy.
-And remember kid quirkless doesn't mean worthless.- He says and Izuku comes out of the car and takes his backpack.- I am quirkless to you know.
Izuku gasps that he just got such a bombshell dropped on him.
-Ahh you know, it seems we will need to meet my contact in junkyard the other time, I need to take care of things fast kid so I got to go. Hang in there short stuff.- He just says and drives off with a swish of tires.
Izuku never heard the last thing knuckeduster said and he just stands here unblinking, knuckleduster... knuckleduster of all people is... quirkless... like him, but he is not worthless... why? It cannot be, but he do not lie, he never lies, he is straight to the point, honest of all and is not one to beating around the bush. So ti is thruth? Has to be? He just is there stunned.
Something appears on his neck. Its a knife. A very familiar one at that. Where did he saw it?
-Hello Izuku-kun~- Somebody behind him said in singsong voice.
Shit.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
He didn't know how he get there, where it all began? It is not important right now, what is important right now he has a serial murderer inside his home and is baking instant cakes for her in the oven. Yeah chocolate cupcakes. If life got any achievements this probably would be "How did we get there?" from time to time he sends nervous glances towards Himiko who is checking out his fridge while standing on one leg and humming to herself, she is also constanly swaying her head like a crazy girl she is. Though he must admit she is cute, and abnormally gorgeus, he just can't help but stare at her, she is dressed in a sweater and a mini skirt and below are her exposed thighs, she could kill him with them, probably, and she has knee socks and a little black shoes, that are elegant and have slight heel.
He looks again at the cupcakes, they are already finished so he takes them out and switches of the stove. He puts them down on the table and gets the dishware ready, then he stops midway when Himiko is suddenly on his neck. And his skin is standing on end in fear and something else, and certain parts of his body feel strange.
-Oh you are soo sweet Zuku~ - She says while twirling her tongue.- You truly didn't needed too! - That is totaly not true she told him to bake them because when he wil not do it will "not be cute" so here he is wearing nothing but appron with red face almost glowing from redness and a girl next to his ear. The only reason he is not frozen mess right now is mainly becuase his embarassment and fear boundled together in a way so he can move right now but not exactly be there.
She said it was for her being certain that I do not carry any weapons. This is just bullshit. And I know it. Will I get raped? What is more wrong I would completly not mind that. What the fuck is wrong with me by the way?
-Finally Zuku we have everything we need for a sleepover! Now we can feed eachother cupcakes like a real friends do!- She says excitedly making Izuku blush and stumble like he was hit by lightning. The only thing his scrambled like eggs mind can do is follow swining of Himiko's butt and how she goes up towards his room, at this point his expression is breaking and he looks like some lunatic. she takes cupcakes from his hands and places them on his bed. She looks all around and carefully observes his figurines like they might attack her. Apparently she considers them not cute. So I frantically scramble to put them all in the wardrobe to not garner her ire. She calms down after a while. Then she just stares at his limited edition All Might poster. He silently begs her to leave it alone.
-Ahh Izuku-kun! I forgot about the present I supposed to gave you right now!- she says, what present, please dont stab me. - Close your eyes.- She says seductivly, his perverted brain already placing images in his mind. No! Bad brain stop! Then he feels like somebody is taking his hand and he feels a cold feel of metal on his palm.
-Open your eyes!- she says in bubbly like way while looking at him like she wants to consume him. He opens his eyes and see a knife, well he expected that but not in his actual hands mind you.
-Ehh? Thanks? I guess?- I say not sure what to say not to get stabbed.
-Lets eat it up! It would be completly not cute if yummy food would cool down!- She says so he takes one cupcake but when he lifts it she hisses and he lookes up at her and she opens her mouth in inviting gesture.
His mind is completly broken right now. Does she wants to make him insane too?
He gives her cupcake and she bites into it keeping eye contact with him hipnotizing him with her eyes. Her eyes are glittering like an ocean of gold, she is so perfect he almost lands face down to the tray.
But she beats him to it and shuffles cupcake into his face making him almost suffocate on the cupcake.
I cough up in desperation not to get suffocated. And she watches me entire time. But when finish coughing something happens.
She takes my head in her hands and kisses me.
My mind went blank.
Himiko takes Izuku's head and invades his mouth with her swirling tonuge slowly taking all the pleasure in it savoring him.
Izuku feels like he is floating and his head feels light and he loses conciousness.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
He wakes up like he never felt better before. He feels like he could lift up a mountain and crush All Might 1 vs 1.
He scurries on his bed and comes to realization that he is naked, but why? And why he have apron. Then memories flood back from earlier. Did he did it? Did she did it? No, he feels like not. And the tray is still there with cooled off cupcakes, yeah she was right, it would be bad if cupcakes get cold, he sees she also took three with herself. Wait why is he thinking that? He was just with a girl. A GIRL. A girl that is a serial killer, a girl that killed thugs in an alley, girl that almost taken his virginity, and took his first kiss away. And he doesn't feel bad about it. Not at all. Does he is insane too now? Will he go stabbing people from now on.
That's when his mom opens door to his room.
And sees him naked with a red face, apron on top, and a tray with cupcakes and a knife in his hand.
Yeah he doesn't know how he is going to explain that.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
-I am at the postion. Over- He says.
It was already night and it is this night, night of the job, not any other in his life, it was a bit personal, maybe not as personal as this one time when he was fighting queen bee that mindcontrolled his daughter, but still, it was personal. He found himself infront of a large and luxurious manor that was built like ones from ancient greece, the white walls, exotic flowers and sculptures ilustrating female naked bodies were all around, the grass was freshly cut, and around the manor were constant patrols of guards, they probably have heart monitors, so getting them out doesn't fit the bill, but what is better he do not see any cameras at all, which is good, looks like snobs like him doesn't trust technology at all. Popstep was right and her blueprints are on top. So he begins his first infiltration mission since retirement. He quickly sweeps up the steel fence while carefuly threading to not sound an alarm, the fence all around seems to be surrounded by some tracking of movement, he founds himself in the garden with a fountain in the middle. From time to time he passes through the bushes and catches one of the guards peeing on one of the bushes, he smirks at that, then he rushes towards the manor and slides on the slick coloruful tiles smoothed to perfection, probably handmade, he recognizes them, in africa there is traditional group that makes things like that, it goes up in milions for a tile of this, and every tile covers some story that is pictured on it. This entire manor stinks, but not in suspicous way, nor in a way of not being clean enough. It reeks of power hungry false heroes that bathe in fame and money, he almost thought about becoming hero killer for one day. Just one day, just for that bastard. But he stopped himself. He needs proof, and he will only gets it from the computer inside Captain Mustafu office.
So here he is making his way through window and landing on the squeaky floor. Or what he presumes it was, the smell of fresh wood hitted his nostrils, does that guy just removes his floor everytime it gets old? How rich is that guy? He is only patroling around streets of mustafu and from what I know it is not very often, and when he does he only walks around without any particular route. It really is getting sketchier by the seconds. He stops and slids by the wall looking a the painting in front of him. It is a painting of a man with a strange mask that looks like he head accident involving ink. It reminds him of someone, but he can't put a finger on it. .
So he comes up the stairs made of silvery slabs, he is betting it is actually made of silver. He bends one step, yup, it is silver, just who the hell makes steps out of silver. He quickly goes upwards and hears a loud snoring coming from the room infront of him. Great his bedroom is also his office, but he snores so loud, it would be enough just to sneak through even with his shitty ninja skills. So he goes inside and sees everything is made of fucking gold, lamp of gold, bed of gold, walls also covered in gold, and even fucking sheets that this man covers his large beer belly is made of gold, somebody is out of his mind there, he shruggs and goes up towards the computer opening it up, he doesn't need a password with his pendrive so he connects it and downloads the files, he also shuffles around in meantime opening the drawers, condoms, more condoms, books, books, and wait, this book, he knows it from somewhere. Then the painting from before flashes in his mind. Fuck, not again please, not again those fucks, please just not be them. He opens it and it is what he was afraid it is. On the front page is written clearly " Meta Liberation War" by Destro. Fuck, fuck, fuck and now everything gets complicated.
He looks up again closesly at the sleeping disgusting old man, this is even worse, he wears exactly the same mask as Destro wore. It seems like kid won't get his peace this fast without pro hero getting involved. And there is only one person that has collection like that to help him with this case. So he gets the pendrive and loudly destroys laptop waking the person up and punches him in the face making satisfying crack, sleeping fat man wents limp and everything in the room goes hiwire and starts moving in random directions like in some cartoon, knuckleduster kicks out the opening and closing door and exits the room to meet utter chaos, the lights go on and off, tables and chairs fly around and he almost get crushed by the same painting with Destro on it, he comes right through it. Guards scream around and bark out orders scrawling around to look for intruder. Damn this old fart and his quirk that cannot be turn off, looks like he can make everything non organic go ape shit in a wide area. It is not important it wont stop him, well maybe this man will be dead after being crushed by his gold room decorations, well gold weigh much. so he won't be suprised if he would be dead by tomorrow. Just as he though that a golden lamp flews next to his arm and embeddens itself in the unfrotunate guards head that just came here caving his skull, yep he is dead, definetly, he needs to get out of here. So he runs and runs until literally rips the gate out of its hinges with his body slam, to escape this maddness.
The reasons he smashed the computer was simple, he couldn't leave evidence of tampering around, second he needed to make it look like bulglary go wrong, and third that bastard deserved what is coming to him. But with what he discovered major change of plans is required and he needs to warn popstep before she gets to her part of the plan so he dials the number. He hopes he will call her in time. But then he looks up at his phone. Looks like she beat him to it.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Popstep was getting ready for a mission, not any mission, because it was special. Well she usually just do concert, though she has her iconic baseball bat it was only a prop, for performances only, so the only time she used it was actually on knuckleduster when he got stupid ideas, yeah and it worked like a charm. She smirked, but today wasn't a concert or any performance, it was a spy mission with a goal of extracting evidence to the police, Tsukauchi already infromed her in detail how is she suppose to get things handled. So here she is sneaking towards window on the three story building and what is worst she needs to go to the upper floor, just great she puffes out her cheeks as she pouts, but it quickly turns to a mishevious grin when she sees an opportuinity, somebody left an open window for the night. It was ideal opening, so she firmly plants her feet in the ground.
And jumps.
She aimed perfectly but not as perfectly as she wanted, she landed square at the desk making some noise, she quickly looked around, and she foundout she was in some kind of class room. So she fixes the desk in it's place and looks at the corridor it was hauntingly empty, but she didn't needed to dvelge inside the building too much, because the teachers rest room was just ahead of her. So she slids in and closes the door, to be met face to face with a man with sunken apperance reminding her of a drowning corpse.
She almost shrieks like a little girl. But she clasps her mouth shot.
He was sleeping.
While standing upright.
Huh, I guess it is usefull to be sleep walker when you are a guard at the local school, so she just opens the door for him and he leaves, she closes the door behind him and she shivers. This was fucking creepy, like the most creepiest thing she saw in her entire life. She was acutally proud of herself she didn't screamed. After several minutes of rapid breathing she finally calms herself, well she can be sure getting nightmares about that other nights. So she quickly comes around the sheets of papers and rows of rows of chair and desks with various personal things around. Until finally she reaches the security room. She tugs at the metal door and it opens, heh, this guy really sucks at his job. She slips inside and mets eight monitors showing different parts of school, on one of the cameras is the guy creepily staring at the camera. She cries a little at that, and tears stream her cheeks, she would need to sleep with someone tonight if she wants to sleep at all. No way she would be sleeping alone in her house right now. She gets to do the job and connects the pendrive to the computer.
It downloads and she just watches the light at the pendrive signaling it is in progress. She puffs her cheeks in boredoom and stress. She can't be with guy like that in one building. Then she sees it. This guy enters the wall and exits thorugh next making an inky like portal. Now she is full sniffling and crying. She looks at the pendrive. It is complete, she quickly detaches it and tugs it below the desk hiding it inside for Tsukauchi to find when he will be searching the room after he gets a warrant. So she lefts security room and the guy is here staring at her. This time she screams bloody murderer and jumps out of the window leaving poor guy stunned here and he tumbles to the ground not understanding completly how creepy he looks when he is asleep.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
-For fuck sake, slow down, everything is all right, what? I am not going to hug you. What the hell happened there that you are such a mess?-
Knuckleduster is confused. What is wrong with such a simple job as that. He knows schools and hospitals are creepy at night but not like that. And she literally screams to the phone. He do not know what the hell is wrong with her, she has period or something? Eh, he is not very good with women at all. So he has completly not idea what she is doing right now.
-Sure, go, you did your job, and whatever floats your boat.- He says getting another enraged scream from her and a complet of threats.
Then he hung up.
Yeah he is a giant dick at times. But he can't just help it, since his wife died he is only good for beating people up and avoiding the law.
How the hell he get to that point, his life was so different back then, he sighs longingly. But is not time for reminesence.
It is time for action. Well, maybe not the one he likes but the one that is needed. So here he is in front of a building like any other, it was build with a red bricks that are cracking beneath the paint and insulation, it has spiderwebbed multiple cracks across the surface, well it holds. Barely.
So he came down from the back on the rusty looking ladder and he began climbing, and climbing he did, he specially equipped glowes for this occasion, he do not want to get sick from cuts of rusted metal, well maybe he should get ones for the kid since they are operating in junkyard. Wait, why do I think like that? Why cannot he get ones himself? Fuck, I am getting attached do I?
After panting, growling and assuring myself that this structure survives my expedition I finnaly arrived at the roof. And on the wedge of it was a tall man wrapped in black baggy pants, black long coat that danced with the wind and on the neck of his was dangling a long and sturdy looking scrarf, the man had a black tangled and irregular hair, he looked like a homeless person.
And swiftly like the wind suddenly Knuckleduster find himself wrapped around in that scraff with a red eyes glaring daggers at him with intesity to kill elephant.
-You have a gal to show up here after everything what you done Iwao, I think I made myself clear I do not want to see your ugly face ever again after the stunt you have pulled.- Homeless man says through gritted teeth.
-And what about the weather? Standard talking. How is your wife? Did you finally agreed on Ms. Joke proposal or what? Hehe, I guess I owe you an explanation.- Says knuckleduster causing blackhaired man to tighten the scarf even more from anger.
-I don't know maybe after last time we saw eachother you split my jaw in half. That's why, I do not know how even Recovery girl managed to save me like that after the stunt you pulled.- He says and his voice is dropping with venom. -I' am not even sure if I should keep you around, maybe I should just drop you from there.-
-Oi, that would not be very heroic? Don't you Eraser.- He says looking as nontheatingly as possible.- I am here about the kid.-
Eraserhead scowls. So knuckleduster continues already knowing black haired man antics.
-You see I normally won't dvelge in a business among the middle schoolers or educational system at large but one thing got to my memory real quick.- Then he reaches to his protruding pocket and drops out a book on the ground being still tied with a scarf. Then with an impresive show of skill with a capture weapon Eraserhead reaches with his scarf for the book taking it into his hands. Then he opens it.
-No...- He says in disbeliving tone.
-Yes...-
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku's life returned to normal, mostly, now everyone snickers and bullies him left and right, so yeah it returned to normal, besides getting new packet of insults that are tied to his supposed villainy it all seems normal, teacher talks about detention traditionaly, kacchan exploded another of his notebooks, but he doesn't know it was just a clear sheets of paper, not his actual notebook so he didn't lost anything, its like they said improvise, adapt, overcome. Traditionaly today I went to clean my school locker from pimple guy's quirk. Nothing special it happens at least 2 times per week, so its nothing special really. Just everyday troubles. Now we are on our math lesson listening to classical one per day kacchan rant about being the best and everyone bows to him like in some cult, kinda creepy i guess, they literally kiss the ground his feet touched upon. It's not strange why he has such huge ego, well it is also not without merit, kacchan quirk is very impressive, and to add to that, he is pretty muscular and has quick reaction, not as quick as mine, but he doesn't need to know that, I always brace myself in such a way explosions deal as smallest damage as possible.
He Idly was looking thorugh the window of the classroom, he saw standar tree nearby his school, a local chipmunk a rare sight indeed, he observed her troubles how she runned around the grass and morning sprinklers, she moved around with grace and had still acorn in her mouth. She looked around and then suddenly ecaped in different direction, Izuku looked up at the person that caused chipmunk early escape. His eyes widened, a classy fedora, a beige coat and a stack of papers in his hands, but face, face was unmistakable, it was detective Naomasa Tsukauchi surrounded in a police escort.
Some angry pomeranian tired to get Izuku's attention elsewhere, probably to himself, but Izuku Midoriya was already in a different world, because at that moment he knew...
They are all in trouble.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Naomasa Tsukauchi was stepping up the steps of the Aldera Junior High with a purpose surrounded by his most trusted police escort, objective was simple, get the evidence and simply get out of there, no big fights or arrests yet, simple job like always.
Like always but this time he had personal motivation to add to that, not matter how much he denied it, he couldn't help but like the brat that caused him this much trouble, there was something in him that he couldn't place, something nostalgic yet familiar. Shaking himself from wandering thoughts he finally came towards confused janitor that had suprised expresion on his face he was also frowning trying to comprehend why would police want to do something with his school. Detective knew it was understandable, well because it was only principal that was informed about those things, its ironic that someone with pig mutation had such disgusting personality and led such distasteful institution like this school. The pig principal wasn't stupid mostly things that he said were half truths or dodged answers, he was smart enough to figure out how to avoid his quirk working, that only proved his suspicions.
Police is also involed in anything that is happening right there. He gritted his teeth scaring the janitor shitless, he had a spies, among his men, his men that he knew his entire life, and yet he cannot trust them now at all, he felt pain in his stomach at lone though that there is a traitor among his companions. He showed the search warrant into janitor face and moved forward not even stopping at the astionished students that looked like choking fish. One girl with changing sizes quirk shrinked to the size of a toddler, probably from stress, police didn't paid them any mind, they just moved ahead with purpose towards staircase. When they get to the staircase group of students came to a corner and the one with owl mutation stared at them with wide opened eyes and tried to make himself look bigger, probably from instinct, he was staring at the last of police officers with gigantification quirk, he was large black skinned man with impressive beard, he had sharp eyes that looked like they could cut through paper.
When detective arrived at the final floor he was meet with a gaze of one of the math teachers, she didn't seem suprised, of course fat pig told them about it to not leave any evidence behind, he hated this part of the law no matter how much he wanted to bust the bad guys he couldn't do without a warrant isued by authorities, and when it comes to public places he needs to inform the person he needs to get, that is why vigilantes are so useful, they do not have such qualms. They can get you proof and check mate the more smart and organized groups, normally in times like that he would call local pro hero, but it just happens that he is also engaged in all of this, to add to all of this, he is in hospital after his quirk malfunctioned, maybe the old man got rusty.
He smirked like a seasoned hunter that spotted his pray, doors to the teachers rest room, he was meet with classic amount of pleasntries and tries for stalling he just opened the door for himself and barged in strolling with purpose, his men already showed apropriate documents for him and explained the situation, not like they needed to do that, the teachers were tense but not suprised, they knew already so for them it was simple peace of cake.
I'am not a hero, but I am going to save that kid.
Just watch me VILLAINS.
He barges into the security room and looks at the security guard, he seemed new.
-As requested here are your requaried recordings detective.- He says giving him pendrive with a smug smile. Detective gives him one of his own and instead of taking one that the guy offers he just searches the room around, looking between the files and looking between cracks in the furniture, he already knew where Popstep left her presents for him he just did that to piss the guy off for ignoring him. He also catched some files that get his attention. - You know sir if you really wanted you could just ask us and we would give you those documents ourselves.- He says with clear mockery.
-Ah! But what do we have here.- He says using his most cheezy voice that he can manage and picks up pendrive with a note attached to it with recording clearly written on it. He dangled it in front of the guy face that drained of all of its color. -And you see, that is where we take our leave, we are thankful for cooperation mr.. ah there is not need of me knowing you really, I think I got what I wanted, I wish you all a good day- He says getting out of security room he bowed and lifted his hat in victorious taunt making teachers go pale.
I was acutally proud of this, what I have became? From what moment by breaking the law is suddenly equal with upholding the law. He is to tired of this all to even think straight, if the law doesn't work it has to change, but how? Will we be raiding everybody houses just by pure suspicions, it unfortunetly can't be that way, it is not right.
Coming out of my thoughts I register a sphere of something just on the corner of my eyes, I quickly duck and take my fellow companion on the ground with me. Tha ball of strange energy races past us and crashes in the wall erasing half of it to ash. I quickly reach for a gun and look behind me, others are not in the better condition than me, one of my men is clutching his arm that is clearly smoldering, giant man holds one of the teachers by the neck but he is also being stabbed with a stinger by the same bee mutant teacher. Now he understood the warnings of Knuckleduster about villains at play here, he accented villains. Damnit. I should be smarter than that.
CRACK!
The window cracks and from it comes down figure shrouded in dark clothing and slams right into offending math teacher making her sqawk in a witches from cartoons do. He is standing above her towering with his scarf unroling around him dangorously and his hair start floating also, his eyes glow bright red.
-Eraserhead! Thank god...- I say stumbling to my feet and checking others for injuries, but it seems only one of us got injuried. He is already being tend to by others using first aid kits from nearby.
-I am tired, my eyes hurt, and it is already six hours past my normal patrol hours, care to tell me detective what I got myself into?- Newly identified Eraserhead asks detective in a dried voice.
-No, you see.. it is much more complicated than that, when we will get the evidence to the station I will tell you how it began.- Eraserhead raises his eyebrows at that.-You see, this is not simple secluded comunity that takes quirkless as its target, in truth it is much more.- Eraserhead grunts in annoyence at that.
-And what do you think I am doing here, if that meathead didn't gave me this book right away I would carry him to the station instead.- He says in clear annoyence. - He was supposed to be retired, that was the agreement with the HPSC, and everything goes as normal, and now he comes up to standard place for meetings while saping and scraping around like a mule trying to climb on this rundown building. Remind me to smack him when we see him again.- Eraserhead scoffs.
-You think they are really back? It was some years since All Might destroyed their movement... but you know we never catched this Re-Destro guy at all...-Detective says matter of factly while they are getting out of the school newly apprehended villains are being escorted by the police towards police cars.
-Well, it appears they weren't some small fry like we previously thought, we need to search those damn files that you got from Captain Mustafu.-
-Yeah and now they got 6 years of freedom and improvement, I'am afraid this is not only one of their communities, I feel Eraser... this is something big. We need to keep close, since I do not know which of my men is spying for them at all.- Tsukauchi says off handely.
-So get to work, while I'll make some calls.- Eraserhead grunted and then extended his scarf and attached it into a nearby street lamp and swung on it landing swiftly on roofs of nearby buildings, he quickly disappeared in the distance.
-Hunt or be Hunted-
Izuku couldn't believed what just happened, again. Firstly detective Naomasa enters the school like he owns it, shuffles everybody around not sparing him even glance and with a glint of vengenance in his eyes just enters teachers rest room with a stride just shuffling around papers with a warrant. Then he exits, and teachers, freaking teachers attack him with their quirks, his eyes almost went out of their sockets when he saw Eraserhead breaking the window and landing on top of math witch, he didn't liked her anyway, he quickly opened his notebook and started writing with fresh vigor completly not paying any attention to the fighting that is just happening before him. And he takes notes on everything while muttering a storm of questions and potential answers.
Did his hair just floated? His scarf also seems to react to effects of erasure quirk, eyes glow red and he seems to squint his eyes a bit, maybe he gets dry eye from overusing his quirk? What is the time limit? Probably five seconds now, then he needs to blink, what is the range of the attack? Maybe it is as long as he can make some details of someones face? Maybe he needs to see someones skin or exposed parts of the body to use his quirk?
My mutter storm ends when kacchan sends an explosion on my head and I barely flinch. Yeah, he can work it out with all of that.
Wait, if school is over what he is going to do now?
As he is pondering what he is about to do next with his life he suddenly feels a familiar knife on his neck.
-Himiko-chan it is good to see you again- He says stunned for a while and she giggles.
She has beautiful laugh.
then she stops and looks at him. Shit. Did I said that outloud? -A! You are so bold Izuku-kun! And I just came to say hi!- She giggles again while she sways from side to side like an insane person she is, she wears the same thing as always with a fresh blood splattered all over her.
Blood.
It finally registers in his mind, he is meeting a serial killer on a daily basis, to add to that he is dating a serial killer.
Wait I am dating her?
His cheeks exploded in red and he barely kept his composure, she just watches him with some sort of amusement. He didn't know honestly what to say to her next, the previous time he seen her she forced him to go naked apron and serve her a batch of cupcakes then she stole his first kiss and gave him a knife in thanks for helping her. Like what he is going to say to her? Oh hello honey! It was a long time no see!
When Izuku was lost in his mind Himiko meanwhile observed the mumbling boy that tried to come with himself to some sort of agreement what to do next. So she without further do just held up him and bitten in his neck sucking this delicious cute blood.
That woke him up instantously.
What the hell is going on? Is she killing me? No, her hold is far to gentle for that, wait is her quirk connected to bloodlust? She needs to drink blood to survive? Yes analysys will help much in this situation, oh yes. Trying to not compute what just happen everytime he meets her, he is going to try to make a meaningful conversation after she is done... doing... whatever is she doing right now.
-Ehm... Himiko?- He asks not sure what to say. She just humms still glued to his neck.
-Why do you came here?- He steps carefuly knowing its cracking ice basically.
-For you of course silly!- She says bubbly launching herself back from his neck and standing on balls of her feet. Her height difference compared to his isn't much but she is clearly towering now and makes him even more speachless. But he has to ask.
-Do...Do y-you n-need blood for your quirk? R-right?- He asks and she frowns. Damnit! Bad question! back pedal! All backwards!
-I-Ido I-I mean, I mean I could help you with that, and so you do not need to kill people.- As soon as he stammers it out her gaze softens but she is still confused.
-But I would want variety! How can growing girl as me get high and mighty when I do not have nutrients!- She pouts. At which he releases exasparated sigh.
-Listen I would give you some blood for exchange of you not hurting good people? How about it? B-besides blood won't give you as much as normal food would give.- He says in his best businessman persona that is crumbling as soon as it starts, damn risk was calculated, but he is bad at math. At least in his opinion.
She hums while skipping forward and he is following her waiting for her response, well what he is to do anyway? He isn't going to escape unless he wants to get stabbed. He really would not like to be stabbed, yes, he would like to avoid that scenario.
-Ok- She says, Wait just okey? Just like that? She agreed to it? First faze of neutralizing an A rank villain can be proven succesful! Wait is isn't over, damn it.-But... I would like to out with you Izuku-kun! From time to time as friends! Friendly friends! -She giggles at her own sillines. He is sweating bullets internally and he hopes it will not show on his face, he doesn't want to offend his local neighbourhood serial killer.
-Oh, A-All right! We can be friends. - He tries to sound enthusiastic but miserably fails with his stuttering. She is maybe no longer paralized by her demeanor and apperance but her character is still to much unstable. - So where are we going? I-I mean.- He asked and soon they saw an ice cream truck. He got a bad gut feeling about this all. She stopped at the end of the queue and standed in her very Himiko like way looking around and swaying on her feet slightly, looking at the other kids that are waiting for their turn, he stopped beside her and he felt his hand being grabbed. His cheeks flushed red but this time he didn't squeaked, it would not help those people go out of this situation around unscathed.
They were slowly going up with the queue and the closer they got the more he become nervous about people nearby, so he focused on one blond boy with sluped posture that reminded him of himself, he looked around from time to time like he was afraid of someone, and his hands were releasing a weak plumes of purple fog, he is probably using his quirk unknowingly by stress.
-Hey are you all right here blond guy?- He asks with shaky smile. The boy just looks at him behind his unkept blond hairs frightingly and then returns to his previous position. He didn't asked further he knew exactly how it was... if he could do something he would, but now it seems he doesn't want his help. He gritts his teeth in hopelesness, what hero he would be if he cannot even help one boy.
It comes boy turn and he gets his ice cream and quickly scurries away and sits on nearby bench licking his ice cream timidly. He shrugs his arms and comes their turn he sees Himiko's knife coming right up, so he grips her hand and tries to defuse the situation quickly. -I will pay sir!- He says and gives payment to the ice cream man predictably Himiko points towards strawberry icecream, mainly because it reminds her of blood. I got a vanilla one just like the boy before him. She pouts a little. -I would like pomegrate one, but i guess I can't have everything.- Himiko says. Then stupid idea strucks Izuku.
-Wait.- He says and brings the knife he got from her later on and stabs his hand opening a little wound and sprinkles her ice cream with it. He looks at her reaction and she clearly has stars in her eyes. He can't help but a smile creeps in on his face. He bandages his arm with his daily bullying kit that he made in case of Kacchan rate disasters. And its bandaged and done. But the starstruck in her eyes din't vanish, she licks her ice cream and moans.. Yeah she actually moaned. He can't help but his thoughts start to wonder in strange places, that he wants to hear more of those cute soft moans.
He slaps himself in the face. And she looks at him incredously. -You are strange person Midoriya Izuku.- She just says, yeah she knows his name just like that, how did I was not freaked out at first, well I guess it goes both ways, she also wasn't when I mentioned hers. She just called me strange and yeah that's the pot calling the kettle black! He pouts at her completly forgetting he is sitting next to a serial killer for a while.
Then a scream and a horus of voices breaks him from his thoughts. He springs quickly to action and sees...
The same boy he tried to talk before laying on the ground being kicked around by what looked to be older teenagers jeering and cursing at him.
-Look at this mist freak! He came spreading his farts around!- One of them says.
=Die you villain!- One of them says.
-Mustard! Mustard!- One of them is calling him names.
One of the bullies have minor mutation quirk that gives him ant like antenas on his head he has black hair and skinny look, they all are dressed similary in jeans and black T-shirts, the second one looks like one of those figures from easter island but he looks not impressive but rather moronic with that, the fourth is scrawny looking with long black hair and he is extending his hands like Katsuki when he unleashes his explosions.
Izuku's mind boils, he can resist the same treatment from others but he will not stand that happening to this boy, there is not an option this will be like those goons like it to be. He lifts himself up from the table that he and Himiko occupied, she just lifts an eyebrow at his actions and don't reacts further just watching the show. Her eyes widen for a while, and she sees a clouds of steam rising from him in various places with a cracking of green lightning all around him. She observes it with great interest, what is more, he doesn't seem to be aware of those effects that dance all around him. His musles bulk and he becomes somewhat taller. Unknowingly also to him inside his head is heard a rows of cheering that is causing him a mild headache but he is too angry to even register it.
He taps on one of the bullies shoulder and when he turns around he shows fist right into bullies face knocking him out in one shot. The others stop looking at the new menacing figure that glows with green lightning and clouds of steam rising all around him. They prepare their stances preparing their quirks, one of them is a long fingers, but Izuku doesn't recognizes him in a fit of rage. But when they look into Izuku's eyes they froze on spot whites of his eyes are completly dark and his irises are glowing in toxic green. And he is still holding his ice cream cone like he is some statue of liberty.
-Get. Out.- He just says and they all leave scurrying on their feet. His voice sounds much deeper and almost baritone like but he still is clouded by his rising rage. When last of them escapes he deflates and sighs. The effects of his quirk dissipate and if he could heard it there were some dissapointed whining in his head that he didn't discovered his powers yet. -Huh, I got pretty rilled up here. I am sorry if I scared you here.- He says his Testosterone rush dissipates also making him sound again like him and he no longer releases fearing aura. Boy on the ground cries and trembles.
Izuku looks around to see his ice cream has been stomped by one of the bullies that were here, probably the one that is still uncouncious.
Wait, did I really did it? But before he comes to a storm of muttering he sees the blonde boy still on the ground. He extends his hand with an ice cream still on it. -Here you go man, I do not need it anymore, I am not hungry.- He gives the ice cream to the confused boy on the ground and looks around to see everybody has left all around.
-Hmm strange.. maybe I will meet her another time.- He says to himself completly not aware of what just happened, and he leaves taking his yellow backpack with All Might and goes towards his home with a new expirence on his hands.
-I can't wait to tell sensei about this.-
-Hunt or be Hunted-