Renee's POV….
Their father sent me a text wishing them good blessings at today's orientation. I wasn't even sure if he was being euphemistic or just stating facts. Honestly, it could be a little bit of both.
Thoughts were flooding my mind like a swimming pool as we itched closer and closer to their new school. Part of me kept telling myself, "this is a new beginning…this is a new beginning…this isn't their high school. New environment, new surroundings." Anything I could think of to blockade the troubled thoughts that were brewing. I wasn't any sure how much my tepid heart could take.
The kids weren't losing their cool. At least that was what it appeared on the surface. Andrew was known to keep his cool when he was under pressure. Ashley, on the other hand, was definitely the opposite of a slow cooker. Just a blowing tea kettle ready to burst out of the pot. Speaking of which, she kept making glances at me as she was flipping through a magazine.
I knew she was still mad after catching her in the act with Andrew. How was I supposed to act? Cheer her on? Bake them after-sex cookies? Play the role of teacher as I instructed them in the ways of biology, anatomy, and psychology? Please?! I tried not to jest or even smirk at the malcontent she was currently feeling. Shit, being deprived of something you couldn't get? Tell me this, Ashley. You deprived us of a home in America. I wouldn't say it was the sweetest of homes, but it was comfortable enough to be content. Not only did you deprive us of that, Ashley, you deprived that girl an opportunity to live a normal life. It wasn't that long when I got the recent medical bill detailing the treatment that that girl was going to get. I was thankful that my husband's new "job" would be able to cover the expenses.
Deprivation should be the story of your life. And you think that your reward for depriving our livelihood is to have your brother? A brother that has a brighter future than yours? A brother that could be destined to break the Graves curse if tried and pressured hard enough? No, if I can't be happy, then neither can you.
I knew what was going on, her thoughts — that I am going to find some way to raise hell, Mom. You can't stop me, you bitch! You may have me for a time, but that time is finite as your lifespan. You just better hope to your god that he strikes me dead first. Being how I was, I didn't pay it any mind. If Ashley really wanted to kill me, why hadn't she? My bedroom had an open-door policy. The medicine cabinet didn't contain a lock. Even before we were working on our visas to emigrate, she could have used that opportunity to kill me.
It's because we're birds of a fucking feather. I had made you, you little shit stain! I had created you. If it were omnipotent, then I would be your god. So, with me being your god, I have made you in my image. You can brand your weapon and either squeeze blood from a stone, you don't have the guts. Words that I wanted to put into her ear so many times but didn't. Alas, I kept those thoughts to myself. Eric Draven once said, "Mother is the name of god on the lips and hearts of all children." If she wanted to cross, then I hope she was ready to be crossed out.
As for Andy, he had his ears glued to the earbuds as he sat in the front seat. I have made it my due diligence to separate them as much as I could. I was hoping that when we meet their new principal, they would be in separate classes. Matter-of-factly, if I recalled in the email that was sent by Nezu himself, there was a possibility of that being so.
It was no secret that Ashley had an "unique" gift, although that "gift" caused us to be in this duress. Andy, on the other hand, hasn't been exhibiting anything to display this gift. If I could recall what Nezu emailed me when sending his pamphlet about the school, it was a possibility that he hasn't been through the environment in which his quirk…if I recall if they call it that…a quirk. Anyway, Andy hasn't shown anything that he may have this quirk and that was part of the reason why Nezu wanted to visit them.
Yes, they were accepted to the school but it was through a provisional case.
I watched as my son bobbed his head to the music. He was an old soul like me, listening to Mayhem. Dawn of the Black Hearts was his poison. Great choice I might have said. I still couldn't believe that such a young boy was once in my womb, carried to term, and was cradled in my arms. To think he was such a kid. Yet again, I was a kid myself when he was born. He was young, I was young. I think we were both trying to figure out what the hell we should be doing with our future.
Looking at the GPS, we still had another thirty, thirty-five minutes before we arrived at our destination. I decided to catch up on a little sleep. I didn't get that much. Most of the night was spent staring at the boy who was such a charmer. Just catching a whiff of his oatmeal-like smell was titillating my loins. I closed my eyes and tried envisioning Andy sharing his lips with me.
Leyley's POV….
I took this opportunity to speak with Andy before that cunt who called herself Mom decided to lecture me on some pointless bullshit.
"Hey, Andy! Andes! Andy!" I reached over and nudged my finger at his broad shoulders. I can hear him listening to Mayhem's most brutal album ever. Especially since the front cover literally showed the main leader's deceased gun-riddled corpse. Amazing to think he was literally the master of his own destiny. If I was ready for Hell, I would have ended that bitch, raped Andy, kill him and then go out like that. Such a horrific romance.
"Andy! Andy!" I pressed harder. I then flicked his ear, which obviously stunned him.
"Officer, this isn't even my car." Andy said. It was cute to see him in dreamland. He must have been dreaming about that night of the incident. It was so dashing of him wanting to hotwire a car and leave that god-forsaken. He was in so much of a hurry that he forgot to have me as a tag along. Typical Andes — so, so neglectful!
He rubbed his head and turned to face me. His eyes furrowed as he lowered his arm. "What's up, Leyley?!"
"Nothing…but seriously, something. Let's talk about strategy."
Andy took off his earbuds and pressed his head against the headrest. Ignoring the driver, he could see Mommy Bitchiest asleep. He lowered his guard. "Easy! Meet our headmaster, hear what he has to say, go to class, shut the hell up, and come home in peace."
"C'mon, so you're saying that you're not looking for adventure?"
"Adventure to you involves a lawsuit and a rap sheet."
"Not really a rap sheet if they allowed us a visa."
"No, it's called a first offense…and let's be honest, being a cutesy white girl goes a long way."
I was tickled. "Can't help what you have been blessed with."
Andy blew a raspberry. He then cracked his fingers. "In all seriousness, Leyley, let's hear out what this guy has to say. We're at a special school and we don't know the environment, the students, nor the language. I read enough in the pamphlet that this is a school for those to become heroes." He pressed his finger against his nose. "Let me say it again…heroes!"
"And…" I said, rolling my eyes.
"Do we look like heroes?" He retorted.
"Why not? I think you would look sexy as a hero. Tight fitted uniform with that ass of yours," I said, trying not best not to squirm as I had my hand in between my skirt. I was thankful that I was wearing a pad.
"Oversexualization as always, Leyley," he responded.
"C'mon, this could be an experience. Kicking ass as a duo…and then sharing that forbidden love behind the scenes."
"Not hearing that…besides who says that I want to be a hero…or a duo?" Andy responded.
"Yeah, right," I told him as I reached over and stroked his cheek. "Mom can't hold us forever. I will save you…even if it's by force."
"Ashley, let's hope to mind your tongue when we get to that school."
I turned my head and saw Mom staring with sheer disappointment.
"I'll be sure that when they begin enrollment, you will be placed in a separate class from Andy," she said. She then turned her head to Andy. "And you, young man."
He frowned, turning head and plugging in his music. I proceeded to do the same thing with this lame magazine from yesteryear. Way to go, Mom, you fucking cuck!
Renee's POV….
Suddenly we stopped. Looking outside there was a fight between the so called "heroes and villains" of this city one of them was covered in flames while the supposed villain had tentacles shooting out from where his arms would be. If I had recalled, the flame hero was called "Endeavor" the number two…Pro Hero? Seriously first the quirk thing, now a ranking system?! And who the fuck calls themselves endeavor that's like if someone with an electric quirk called themselves "Ya-BANG!" I swear if Andrew and Ashley do go into hero work they better choose some damn good names. I don't want them to have something like "Andrew's love" or worse.
Endeavor unleashed a massive wave of fire on the sorry bastard and turned him into fried calamari. If we weren't heading to the school and the public didn't notice I'd have swiped a piece of him to eat for later. Then again what does squid taste like? Heard from an old friend that it tastes good but someone else said it tastes like a used condom.
"I'll never know until I try it, I guess."
"Try what mom? A fat Japanese salaryman like this one?" Leyley retorted while showing me a panel from the manga she was reading. Oh how I wanted to slap her upside the head right here and now but I guess that'll have to wait till we get back home. For now I have to focus on us being at the school and making sure these two don't cause a scene so big that Nezu decides to cancel their recommendations.
A few minutes later….
We finally arrived at the school and gave the taxi driver his pay, though at first he looked pissed. Probably gave him less then he actually wanted I don't fucking know I'm still learning the monetary systems of this country so give me a break. That was when this emaciated looking corpse came along and gave the taxi driver the rest of the cash and left.
"I will say I've been waiting a while for yo-" he spoke before spurting out a crap ton of blood.
"Shit! We need a medic! Andrew call th-"
"It's fine this thing happens a lot with me, a genetic problem you see. Now then Nezu asked me to bring you to his office for the tour," he added while wiping up the blood from his mouth. The guy looked like he should be on life support with how thin he was, a face so sunken in that if he were in the States I'd have initially thought he was a crackhead given his wild scraggy blonde hair and looking like he's after his next fix. If it weren't for his yellow two piece suit I would have just grabbed the kids and ran, but he did pay the driver the rest of the fare.
"Alright, if you're sure and thank you, for paying the other half of our taxi fare. Still trying to understand the conversion rates from the US to here." I responded I went to give him some of the money back for what he paid but refused. I was about to ask when…
"Thought this school was prestigious? Didn't think they let crackheads walk about," retorted Ashley. That little shit is she trying to piss me off on purpose? I grabbed her by the head and forced her to bow as an apology. Andrew too since we don't know if this guy was just a teacher or secretly the principal reviewing us to see if the kids are a fit for this school.
"I'm terribly sorry about my daughter, she's been troubled since we moved here yesterday. I swear she'll be on her best behaviour when she officially starts school. Right, Ashley?" I said before adding a bit of pressure to her head.
"I will, Mom. I'm sorry for calling you a crackhead, sir." Ashley spoke making sure she meant it, less she wanted her mother to crack her skull like an egg. I'll put up with her shit and tricks but when it comes to serious stuff, the gloves are off and I will punish her harshly if she fucks this up.
"It's alright. She's young and rebellious like most teenagers her age, while being at Yuuei she may calm down or focus that sort of nature into more productive means." I hope to God she does or I will kick the living shit out of her till she's begging for forgiveness.
"And, this is my son. Who is more well-mannered than his sister, isn't that right, Andrew?"
"I'll make it a promise to not cause trouble for you, my mother or the school." Andy responded. Ah! Brilliant if Ashley just kept her mouth shut and let myself and Andrew do most of the talking we could get through this swimmingly. The best solution now was get buddy buddy with the principal.
"Shall we head inside to the office to begin the talks and tour?" he asked before I shook my head in agreement. Maybe on the way there we can score a couple of brownie points just to secure their spots in this school.
A few more minutes later….
Making our way through the school to his office, I began to take notice of how Quirks made their impact on people. One of the staff was a blocky looking guy that was made of stone with a ponytail while another was dressed like a cowboy from back in the States. His face was covered by a tan gas mask, which looked a little like a horse's muzzle, with triangular holes for his eyes and silver ear-defenders wired to the sides of the mask. He also has dark, blueish shoulder-length locs from what I can gather being visible from the back and sides. On his head, he was wearing a brown cowboy hat with a thick metallic plate at the front with a large "S" stamped in the center. I then took notice of the fact of the gun on his side,
"Great…so one of their teachers is packin'. Let's hope he isn't the type to lose their shit."
As we finally made it to the principal's office, the man who helped us opened the door and asked us to take a seat. When we did so the chair in front of us turned around slowly,
"Greetings, you must be the Graves family. I am Principle Nezu of the esteemed Yuuei high scho-"
"Holy shit, a talking rat!" I screamed in disbelief while nearly falling out of my chair at what was in front of me and the kids. A white rodent wearing a suit sitting in the chair while drinking what I could only tell was tea. I was confused as hell, I thought the anorexic man that I'd been trying to butter up was Nezu?! If he was not the principal then who the hell was he?!
"Ah I see you've met one of the staff already, Toshinori Yagi, one of our guidance counselors. Besides Hounddog, but back to the matter at hand. Yes I am a rat…or am I a dog? Maybe a bear?" It…I meant he responded in jest. Okay, good. I haven't offended him yet best to apologize right now.
"I'm terribly sorry for screaming like that, it's the first time in Japan. Back in the States there weren't many…Quirk users, even more so to do with animals. So seeing you is a genuine first." "Good Renee! Play the innocently dumb foreigner card and maybe he won't sue your ass for accidental discrimination."
"You are forgiven, I'm an animal with a quirk, a very rare thing but it does happen. So now that you're here, how about we start with introductions? I wish to know about these two future students of Yuuei High School," he responded as he took another sip of tea.
"Well to start, I'm their mother Renee and this is my son Andrew. His behavior is oftentimes sardonic and cynical, often replying sarcastically or in an exasperated manner. However, he is a very intelligent and caring young man and this is my daughter Ashley. Her behavior is cynical, she has low self-esteem issues on top of her issues with her father has led her to be anti-social to new people but she is confident, unconcerned and an upbeat young lady and will be on the hero course. Due to her having a Quirk."
Nezu nodded, looking away as he panned over the window. "We're an institution that believes in accommodating each and every student's individualism. Rest assured that your daughter will be taught dutifully by our instructors and if any assistance, she will have her resources. Discreetly of course." I sighed in relief. But in all honesty I wish Andrew was the one who developed a Quirk instead of Ashley, it still worries me that she has one. An extremely dangerous one at that. Something which Nezu seemed to have picked up on from my face alone,
"You seem to have something on your mind, Mrs. Graves. Is there a concern for your children? Are you worried about their wellbeing at this school or is it about the Quirks?" Nezu responded. It seemed my own worries were that blunt even a talking animal could see them,
"You see when Ashley's Quirk came in, I believed Andrew would be getting his Quirk too, but nothing has happened yet and neither I nor my husband have Quirks so to have a child with a Quirk was quite a shock to the system." Who wouldn't when suddenly one day out of the blue your own child turns a drink into acid and assaults your other child's girlfriend. That was when Nezu stated:
"Even though your daughter has developed a Quirk, she was a late bloomer so the possibility of your son being one as well isn't impossible." This was good news on my part. If Andrew did get a Quirk he could be trained to use it in defense of his sister if she tries the same thing she did yesterday as long as it was not acidic like hers.
"Wait, are you saying I could end up with a Quirk too?! If I do get one would I be able to transfer to the hero studies?" A glimmer of hope shone in Andrew's eyes before being shot down.
"What happened to not wanting to be a h—" Leyley was cut off when I stomped my foot onto hers.
"Excuse me, dear. A nervous twitch," I responded with a fake smile.
"Not necessarily. We have limited windows for our attendance so if you are not in the hero course, you'll be with the Support Department. Are you quite handsy with technology, Andrew?" Nezu responded.
Andrew sighed before responding, "To a certain extent, I used to help my old m- I mean my father with his car when it got problems with the machinery and I managed to build my own computer."
Nezu lightly chuckled. "No need to fix a car or a computer but I can guarantee we'll find something for you to do. Yuuei is a high school built to help the youth to achieve goals for the future."
"Is there any way my son could in theory join the hero course? Even if it's for one or two lessons a week maybe?" I hate what I'm about to say next and it literally churned my stomach but it was to ensure Andrew gets the best possible future.
"You see Mr. Nezu, the thing is…my daughter is very antisocial. She's very clingy to her brother. They've been like that since the day they crawled and Ashley can get anxious without her brother. I will understand if they have to be separated due to most of the course's curriculums but if it's one or two lessons a week it should be fine right?"
Nezu took another sip of his tea before responding with, "I can't promise you anything at this time. Maybe let me talk to one of my instructors and maybe we can have him observe a training session or two."
"Okay! Thank you, Principal Nezu. My husband and I made the right choice for our children to be taught at Yuuei," I added. If Andrew does get a quirk like his sister, maybe he has a chance to make something of himself.
"Now then let me have someone conduct your tour of the campus. Let's see if Present Mic is available."
[Present Mic bursts into the room after hearing Nezu summon him to his office.]
"YAAAAAAUUUOOOOO! Hey there ready for your tour with. The. Absolute b-b-b-b-Best tour guide around!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
I stared blankly at the loud man before turning back to Nezu, "Can we get the one that looks like a stereotypical cowboy that's packin' heat instead?" But before I could get a reply,
"Oooh don't be so c-c-c-c-cold Mrs…?"
"Graves," I sighed in annoyance at his ridiculous attempts at sounding like a song that was skipping.
"Don't be so cold, Mrs. Graves! I'm gonna raise your sp-p-p-pirits from the graves and change your opinion of me. HEYEEEEAAAAHHHH! Get it, graves?!"
"I now wish Dad would have changed our last names to Crowley," Leyley whispered to Andy.
Before Nezu could even get the chance to get anyone else, this radio reject was already pushing us out the room because he was that eager and desperate to impress us.
Leyley's POV….
"These rooms right here are our regular classrooms, where you'll be doing most of your learning and become "buried" in books. HEYEEEAAAAAHHHH!"
"Ugh!" I said as we followed this tape-skipping bastard through the campus. Seriously how many more fucking puns can this prat make about graves? It's starting to piss all three of us off, I honestly wish we had the crackhead or the cowboy. Yes, even if he asked about America.
"And this here is the cafeteria, where you can chow down on some proper "brain" food so good you'll be rolling in your "grave" HEEEEEYYEEEAAAAAAHH!"
Andy rolled his eyes and Mom kept a straight face, though within she wanted to punch the yelling bastard in his throat.
We tried keeping it cool. After all, it was for the sake of having a part two with this school. And there wouldn't be a part two as there should've never been a part one in the first place.
As we continued the tour, we made our way to the training grounds. We watched as students practiced their Quirks, some demonstrating incredible strength, others showcasing unique abilities that we had never seen before. Or at least what in person. I didn't think this kind of world existed…except for Marvel or DC. DC sucks, just for the record. Flat and dull like the drink of LaCroix.
"Are you amazed?!" Present Mic as he was feeling giddy. "Just think that this is going to be you all soon…if you're able to pass the test that is being designed for you two."
"Just what kind of test is it," asked Mom. "I wasn't really told what kind of test that was being conducted. I just Nezu said that it would be further discussed after the tour was concluded."
"Maybe it's one of those ink blot tests they gave Andy before they placed him in the classroom with the cinder blocks on top with four or five kids in helmets," I said, trying not to snigger. "Remember fifth grade, Andes?"
"Was it before or after they gave you your own test that placed you at a special 'therapy' school?" Andy retorted.
I began to frown. "I said you wouldn't speak on that."
"Good thing I did wear a helmet. Couldn't speak for those poor kids that were used for batting practice," responded Andy as he began to smile.
Mom pinched both of our necks. It was best to stand down, considering that there were cameras…and witnesses.
"Ashley here was kidding," said Mom as she kept her composure. "She does have a witty sense of humor."
Present Mic stood there momentarily before shrugging his shoulders. "Understood. I could tell it was quite 'morbid.'" He chuckled as he continued leading us through campus.
The tour continued outside. It was then we were met with the influx of students flooding the area. A great majority were wearing their hero clothes, some were in the school uniforms. I was highly suspecting that I was walking into a Marvel comic book for sure. Like, were we seriously going to a school with these bunch of goofies?
"This here is the school commons. This is where our students gathered in between classes to relax, study, engage, and revel," said Present Mic. "Don't worry if you are alarmed. Many of our students speak English so there won't be any hesitation. We are all unique here. No discrimination here."
So far as I scanned the environment, I didn't see anyone that potentially were threats to Andy. I was really hoping with us being gaijins, they would perceive us differently. It wouldn't be the first time we were being cornered for something. Only difference was that I fought back.
As we continued walking, Present Mic led us towards a large, bustling workshop. "And here, we have the Support Department!" he announced, his voice echoing through the halls.
Mom's eyes widened as she took in the scene. The Support Department was a hive of activity, with students working on various gadgets, costumes, and inventions. The room buzzed with the sounds of welding, typing, and excited chatter.
"This is where the magic happens!" Present Mic said, waving his hand towards the busy students. "The Support Department is where our talented young minds create all the amazing gear that heroes use in the field."
My brain became triggered as a girl with goggles and a ponytail adjusted a pair of rocket boots, while another student fine-tuned a high-tech gauntlet. The sheer creativity and ingenuity on display were incredible. And those kinds of things pissed me off.
"Hey, Hatsume! Come say hi!" Present Mic called out.
The girl with the goggles looked up and grinned. "Hey, Present Mic! Who are they?" she asked, walking over.
"Possible new recruits," he responded. "These are the Graves." He extended his hand. "This is Andrew and this is Ashley."
"Nice to meet you, Andrew and Ashley. I'm Mei Hatsume, resident genius inventor," she said with a wink. "Are you thinking of joining the Support Department?" She looked at Andy.
"Uh, I haven't decided yet," Andy replied. "Kind of wanting to keep my options open."
"Nonsense," responded Present Mic as he wrapped his arms around Andy. "A little birdie told me that you're quite handsy with a carburetor and a computer. Little Miss Hatsume wouldn't mind a spunky grease monkey like her to help her out. We need techs as much as we need heroes."
"And doctors need patience as coroners need bodies," I said to myself as I could see that the bastard was trying to persuade my brother to be with that big breasted bimbo.
"I hope you do join the Support Department as the possibilities are endless. I can't wait for the opportunity for us to make such beautiful babies together."
That was when I saw crimson. This bitch had the audacity to talk about fucking my brother…No, my man! Right in front of me! Like some cum whore! No. He's mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! I'll carve off those giant cow udders of fat off her chest and knife her so much in her "factory" she would never be able to "make babies" with anyone!
"Hatsume, what did we tell you about needing context on what you say? Seriously, look at them." Present Mic extended his hands, showing how obviously stunned (more so pissed) that we were. Andy, on the other hand, always played it cool. He just put his hands in his pocket and fidgeted back and forth.
"Sorry!" Mei said, sticking her tongue out. "When I mean, 'making babies,' I mean my gadgets!"
"Oh~!" My mother responded, smiling at the bimbo. I recognized that smile too, Mom. You thought it was fine, but deep within, you were thinking the same thing. That fucking bitch!
"Our Hatsume here…is too pragmatic to the cause," responded Present Mic in a chuckling manner.
"That I am! Oh~!" Mei howled suddenly. "There is a matter of a baby that needs a bit of care or else it might explode!" She bowed to the group. "If you ever need any gear or have an idea for an invention, just let me know. I'm always up for a challenge!"
Present Mic laughed. "You'll never find anyone more passionate about gadgets than Hatsume here. Alright, let's keep moving. There's still a lot to see!"
As we circled back to the classrooms, Present Mic slowed his pace, his exuberant demeanor giving way to a more serious tone. "Alright, Andrew and Ashley, now that you've seen the campus, let's talk about what you'll be studying if you get accepted here at UA."
Andy raised his hand.
Present Mic responded. "Yes, Andrew?"
"Not that I am minding this at all, you have definitely calmed down in the last few minutes," he said. "From yippee ki-yay to…well, normal?"
The walking tape player was chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry! I'm still learning how to read the room." He scanned my mother. One thing we could all agree on was my mother's resting bitch face.
Speaking of bitch, she began speaking. "So, Present Mic…it feels weird calling adults or educators with their hero name."
"Hizashi Yamada, or Yamada-sensei," responded Present Mic. "It's normal around here for our students to call us by our hero names. May as well adapt to the moniker if you're planning to work with Heroes in the future."
"Glad we're on the subject of Heroes and adaptation," said my mother. "With my children being here, what will they be learning specifically? Let's be honest. I intended for my daughter's being here for a bit of discipline."
Present Mic paused, observing me for a spell. Take a good gander at me because I know your type. The only staining of white paint you would be getting would be on your manga.
Present Mic turned his head and then gestured towards the various classrooms we had passed earlier.
"First up, you've got your standard academic subjects: Math, Science, History, and Literature. These are just as important as your hero training because a hero needs to be well-rounded and smart. You never know when you'll need to solve a problem with your brain instead of your brawn."
We then stopped outside a classroom where a teacher was explaining a complex equation on the board. The students were engrossed, jotting down notes and raising their hands to ask questions.
"Then there's Hero Studies," Present Mic continued. "This is where you'll learn about hero laws, ethics, and the history of heroism. Knowing the rules and understanding the responsibilities of being a hero are crucial."
We next moved on to another classroom where students were discussing past hero missions and analyzing what went right and wrong.
"And of course, you've got your Quirk Training and Battle Training," Present Mic said with a grin. "These are the classes where you'll really get to push your limits and learn to control and enhance your Quirk. You'll be working with pros like All Might, Midnight, Eraserhead, and, of course, yours truly."
"Well…fuck me! He is also one of my teachers too?!"
It wasn't too long when we headed back to the gymnasium. It was where we saw other students practicing their quirks under the watchful eyes of their teachers. Explosions, ice blasts, and flashes of light filled the air as students demonstrated their abilities.
"In Quirk Training, you'll focus on mastering your own quirk," Present Mic explained. "It's all about control, creativity, and understanding the limits of your power. You'll also learn how to use your quirk in different situations and environments."
I could see the worry on my mother's face. In a way, it made me smile. She knew if I were to get accepted, the more I train, the more I could control this weird Quirk of mine. And once I master it, then I master her, and once I master her, then I would be mastering Andy.
A few minutes later, Present Mic took us back to the training grounds where we saw students were engaged in mock battles, dodging attacks and strategizing their moves.
"Battle Training is where things get intense," Present Mic said with a gleam in his eye. "You'll be put through simulations and combat scenarios to test your skills. It's tough, but it's where you'll really grow as a hero."
"And you're saying if I get accepted in the Hero Course, then I'll be learning all of these things?" I asked him, making sure that Mom was in the crosshairs. Maybe there was a god who looked at that setback at my last school.
"Exactly! You and possibly Andy will study extensively under this curriculum," said Present Mic.
"I'm thinking I am starting to like this school more and more," I said with a mischievous glint in my eye.
"Excuse me, Present Mic," Renee began, her voice steady but tinged with concern. "I appreciate you showing my children around, but I have some questions about the support they will receive here, especially regarding Ashley's Quirk."
"What are you doing, Mom?"
Present Mic nodded, his expression respectful. "Of course, Mrs. Graves. What would you like to know?"
Renee took a deep breath. "At her last school, there was an incident. There was…an altercation between her and another student. Words were exchanged and she suddenly used her acid quirk toward the other student, causing the girl to become blind. I want to make sure she gets the guidance and counseling she needs to master her quirk and avoid another episode like that."
Present Mic's face softened with understanding. "I understand your concern, Mrs. Graves. Here at UA, we take the safety and well-being of our students very seriously. Each student receives personalized training and counseling to help them control and improve their quirks."
He turned to me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Ashley, you'll have access to some of the best quirk specialists in the world. Teachers like Eraserhead have extensive experience in dealing with all kinds of quirks. You'll also have regular sessions with our school counselor, Hound Dog, who specializes in helping students with Quirk-related issues and emotional support."
….!
Suddenly we heard a whip crack, before looking in the general direction of the sound only to be taken aback by what we saw and heard.
"It turns me on seeing you grovel like this! Work harder I wanna see you drenched in sweat as you work long and hard to improve that body of yours!" shouted what I could only describe as a dominatrix in a leather corset and spandex suit that didn't leave anything to the imagination. Seriously, first a crackhead, then a cowboy, followed by a talking rat and now a sex worker whipping students to work out. This gave me some very exciting chills,
"What the fuck! Why is there a sex worker in your school!? What's her quirk? Sexual assault?!" shouted Mom in utter disbelief. Good, maybe that sex worker hero could be my new icon to learn from if mom hates her.
"Language, Mom." Andy said, keeping a straight face as he pressed a finger against the bridge of his nose.
Present Mic nervously chuckled. "That's Midnight, she is one of the Pro Heroes…Heroines, excuse me, teaching at this school and her quirk is somnambulism. She basically can put people to sleep."
"So she's can date rape them great!" My mom said, showing obvious frustration.
"If it makes you feel better ma'am because of her there's restrictions on how skimpy a hero costume can….be," Mic spoke as he slowly deflated realising he was not helping her case with Mom anytime soon. "But she won't go after any students, I know her as a personal friend an-"
"It gets me wet seeing you boys work yourselves to the bone!" interjected Midnight as she slowly licks her lips. "Okay, she is officially my fave hero in this country and she's even caused Mom to lose her rag."
"You were saying, Mr Yamada!?" my mother screamed at him making him shiver, realising the situation we're all in.
"I..I…I….I…it wasn't my fault she said tha-" He stammered. "Did I forget to mention that her official moniker is Pro Hero 18+ Midnight?" He nervously chuckled.
"Oh Hey Mic, are these the new students joining us? I can't wait to…"
…!
"Whip them into shape. When I'm through with you two, you'll have to beat people off to leave you be," she said as she pulled her whip before licking it. "God I'm gonna love this school, so long as she doesn't hit on Andy we'll be good."
"Keep your ball gags, cuffs, whips and butt plugs to yourself you slut and stay away from my son!" Mom yelled while pulling Andy closer to herself.
Andy face-palmed himself, showing the embarrassment that Mom was doing. Being typical Andy, he was doing damage control. "Excuse me and sorry for this…Ms…"
"Nemuri Kayama or Kayama-sensei, but everyone else calls me Midnight," she said with a too-friendly smile.
"Well, well, who do we have here, Present Mic?" she asked, her tone playful but professional.
"Midnight, this is the Graves family. Andrew and Ashley Graves with their mother, Renee. The siblings are here for a tour and might be joining us at UA," Present Mic introduced.
Midnight extended her hand with a gracious smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you three. Welcome to UA High School." She smiled. "Excuse my playful demeanor. I'm a bit of a tease…playful I mean."
Mom wasn't moved. She took her hand, gripping it tightly. "Renee Graves and it's an understanding that you could be one of my children's teachers here?"
"Could it be? Will be is most likely," responded Midnight as she looked at my brother. "What kind of candid tales can you tell me, Present Mic…about Andrew…and Ashley!"
"Ashley for sure has a Quirk. Andrew, on the other hand, though not considered Quirkless, is unknown at the moment," said Present Mic.
"Oh~! A late bloomer!" She clapped her hands. "Spring chicken that is still needing that extra push to blossom. Trust me when I say give me a few private sessions with…Mr. Graves, I am sure I could pull something out of him."
Present Mic cleared his throat as he turned back to us. "So…that is our infamous Pro Hero History teacher, Midnight."
Mom crossed her arms. "Right, let's hope that everything is out and in the open. I've my eye on you, Midnight. Might be living by your name if you catch my drift."
Andy's POV….
It wasn't too long after Mom, Leyley, and I headed back to Principal Nezu's office. Present Mic greeted us farewell before going back to doing whatever a teacher did. Anyway, when we arrived, Nezu was sitting at his table with a tray of tea and crackers. By the way it looked, it was as if he was waiting for us.
"Oh, the Graves. Have a seat!" Nezu said as he took a seat. He extended his hands and offered us tea and biscuits, typical snacks to make sure that we were welcomed and all.
"Thanks," I said as I grabbed the kettle and poured myself a cup of tea. "I didn't think a headmaster would treat us this friendly. Definitely different from the movies I watch."
"When you're in a special school, we have to make sure you'll feel special," said Nezu with a smile. "Plus, I know with being transfer students, it is under great recommendations to make sure that you'll be treated fairly."
I smiled, trying not to push further. What my mother didn't know, let alone what my sister didn't know was admittance to this school was hard to get into. Heard it was worse than Beacon Academy! There had to be a catch. There was no way in hell that this school would allow provisional admission for us. Knowing my father, who knew what kind of stunt he was pulling behind the scenes.
Besides, I didn't even have a Quirk.
"What did you think of the tour?" Nezu asked my mom.
"Something out of an anime." She bluntly answered. "I know you pave me with good intentions, but I can't say the same with some of the faculty."
"And some of the students!" Leyley added.
The whatchamacallit began laughing. "Say no more, you two. I know you have met some 'unique' people here, but trust me when I say that they are dedicated and serious to the cause, best believe they are."
"Even if it's borderline pedophilia," asked my Mom. "I didn't think it was professional for heroes to be wearing skimpy outfits. This is a school, not a skin joint."
Nezu cleared his throat. "Our teachers mean no harm. Our faculty member, Kayama-sensei, is one of our peculiar types. Rest assured when I say that she lives by her moniker and won't touch or do harm with anyone…not without permission when they are 18."
"That's the thing. Andy is 18!" Mom retorted.
"And we don't condone dating between teachers and students here on campus," retorted Nezu. "However, the only one who may cause harm is one of our students, who will remain nameless. You can say they are what the Brits would refer to as, a twat!"
All of us raised our eyebrows. I was really asking myself were we just characters lining up in anime or something?
Nezu took hold of his hands. "In your absence, I did review the transcripts for your children. After careful consideration, here is what I think is best suited for Andrew and Ashley." He cleared his throat once more. "Ashley will be accepted in the hero course under a provisional basis."
"Provisional acceptance?" asked my mom.
"Yes," Nezu continued, his tone serious yet encouraging as he looked at Ashley. "This means you are recognized as a promising candidate, but to secure your place here at UA High School, you will need to pass our entrance exam. It's designed to test not only your quirk abilities but also your problem-solving skills, strategy, and hero mindset."
Leyley nodded. It wasn't like she didn't care but it was a "it is what it is" expression.
"However, with Andrew, there is one important matter we need to address." Nezu said as he faced me. "Given that you are currently quirkless," Nezu continued gently, "we must place you in either the General Studies Department or the Support Department until your quirk develops. Both departments offer excellent education and opportunities for growth."
"There is no way that he could join the hero course," responded Leyley, showing a pang of anxiety.
"Let him finish," interjected Mom.
"As I was saying, I know your concern, Mrs. Graves is the welfare of your son getting a Quirk. We are taking consideration to let him observe a class or two during his free period or elective. That's all we can do for the time being."
"Well, since I won't be part of the hero course, do I have my take in picking which department to enroll?" I asked Nezu.
"Of course!"
"I'd like to join the Support Department," I said firmly.
Nezu's smile widened, his eyes reflecting approval. "An excellent choice, Andrew. The Support Department is where innovation thrives. You'll be working alongside some of the brightest minds, like Mei Hatsume, whom you met earlier. Your passion for helping others will be a great asset."
I could see the worry on Leyley's face. It was good enough that Mom was separating us from each other. It was another thing being separated from the class too. It wasn't that I wanted to make her mad, even sad for that matter. Mom's words got to me. I really couldn't sleep that night because I couldn't get what Leyley was doing to me.
'You're a thirst that could never be quenched.'
'Leyley, I understand how you feel…'
'Don't speak. The only thing I want you to feel is what is going to be filled inside of me.'
I jerked off to her that night.
'What in the fuck did you do, Leyley?'
'She kept touching you. I-i-i-i-it should be me touching you. No one can touch you, feel you, kiss you, fuck you…only me!'
'Leyley!'
'You're mine, Andy!'
Nezu smiled at me. "The Support Department is a fantastic place to start. You'll learn so much and maybe even create the next big thing in hero gear!"
"Is this your decision, Andy," asked Mom.
"Yeah…plus, I want to be more helpful around the house, especially since Dad will be more busy with his work," I responded.
Nezu chimed in. "Not wanting to put a rush in this, but tuition does cover living expenses. So, if you two wanted to stay in the dorms and interact with your pe—"
"The two are staying with me," interjected Mom before regaining her composure. "I just think they need to adjust first before venturing out. I know you all tend to provide kids independence by the time they start middle school. We're American and Leyley can't even make a decent cup of coffee let alone wanting to live independently."
Nezu nodded in understanding. "I respect your choice. Just be sure that they arrive at school on time, or else commuting may not be an option." He handed me a packet of information. "Here are the details for your enrollment in the Support Department. Your classes will begin next week. You'll be working closely with Power Loader, our Support Course instructor. He'll help you get started and guide you through the basics."
"Yes, sir."
"As for Ashley, we'll be sending her information through email, Mrs. Graves," said Nezu. "You'll be hearing from a gentleman by the name of Shouta Aizawa and he'll provide further details. Just like Andrew, classes will start next week."
"Thank you, Principal Nezu," said my mother.
"Thank you, Mrs. Graves." He smiled, then he looked at us. "Welcome to UA High School. I'll see you two next week."
Renee's POV….
As we were leaving the school grounds, there was a massive explosion that came from the training grounds where we had been not too long ago. There was a massive chunk of debris heading straight towards us.
"Holy Esdeath!" Leyley cried out.
"Look out!" Andy cried out.
I shoved Andrew and Ashley out the way before closing my eyes readying for fate to take me. However what I felt next wasn't the rock crushing me into the ground, but the feeling of a pair of arms picking me up and carrying me off bridal style. Then came the loud…
…!
KaBoom!
"Are you alright ma'am?"
A soft voice spoke, it was gentle and full of care. When I slowly opened my eyes, that's when I saw it. that innocent face, those diamond formation freckles on his cheeks and his emerald eyes. Those eyes they reminded me of Andrew, back before he became cynical, before he didn't trust the world, before his sister decided to fuck him and put us in this mess. This mess that led me to…..led me to….
"A-are you o-o-okay ma'am?" he repeated. Oh shit, I had not responded. I better before he freaked out,
"Um y..yes I.. I am you tell me your name, I w-wanna thank you properly Mr…"
"Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Mrs?"
"Graves."
To be continued….
Sinneress: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know I did. What about you B.D?
BD: This was a unique chapter indeed. Funny as I didn't think we would be doing a crossover with the Misery twins. Yes, I call them the Misery twins as they are the sick, twisted version of the Mystery twins if they were in Gravity Falls. The fact that we are aware of their nature and what we are planning to do to corrupt the cinnamon roll once again. If the RWBY girls and MHA girls haven't done enough damage in my previous works.
Sinneress: tell me about it the chaos you put that cinnamon roll through, then again what we are planning for him maybe a bit more…..kinky and lewd then what people would expect. Maybe in the future Izuku has to deal with the Misery twins and the girls of both RWBY and MHA at the same time. Oh the delicious misery and cacophony that would come from it thrills me ever so. An extremely delectable meal for the mind.
BD: Sweet and savory indeed…with a bit of cyanide. We have barely scratched the surface. Just the introduction of our newest characters was enough to make Renee's skin crawl. And with the quips? Just hope to Dio that we won't be cancelled. Anyway, there's more to come with the story. As always, stay tuned, may God bless you all, and of course, team Greenshade!