Thunder Hero Baraquiel 38

D had been hilarious, and eye-opening for Shoto and Izuku. They'd seen how laid back Harry could be when in the presence of Fuyumi, Neville, Dean, Seamus and Hermione. Still, they had not anticipated the sheer amount of creative insults that the Quintet could throw at Harry when he stepped into his role as the 'DM' or Dungeon Master. The Sextet had just started a new campaign based on a world that Harry had begun to build when he was thirteen, and Dean had introduced him to the game.

As the game was barely three sessions old it had been effortless to bring the younger players into the fold. Fuyumi played a Half-Orc Barbarian, Hermione played an Aasimar Scourge Paladin, Dean a Halfling Light Cleric, Neville a Drow Witch and Seamus a Firbolg Druid. Izuku decided to create a Human Fighter, although playfully mocked as 'basic' and 'unimaginative', Izuku had proven to buck the trend by placing his two highest stats into Dexterity and Constitution; when questioned about his choices Izuku delivered a shot to Harry that had everyone in stitches 'Harry…you're going to need constitution to survive his training, why should his games be any different.' Shoto decided to run as a High Elf Sorceror. "Everyone, this is my first time running with seven people…I know all of you know how my style goes beforehand, so please try not to overwhelm the newcomers."

The game lasted for five hours instead of the anticipated three. Harry only stopped because it was getting on towards 2 am. Yes, the Hero Students had a week off to rest from the festival; for the most part all of them had to learn how to hide in plain sight.

"Harry, any advice?" Fuyumi asked as she got herself ready to do the supermarket run. Harry looked at his wife fondly, there was no other way to describe it.

"Lots but…not the answer you're looking for." Harry wrapped his arms around her "What is it? No jokes, no laughs, what's on your mind my dear?"

Fuyumi softly sighed "I'm not looking forward to doing this store run." Harry chuckled "Why not?"

"Shoto's stunt…both he and I are rather…distinctive."

Harry nodded "Let's go…all four of us. I've got a few caps we can use…nowhere does it say that we can't wear them if we're going discreetly. Sure we might get a few odd looks but if we're going incognito…"

Fuyumi grinned "Don't you have a meeting today with the building and land owner of those three factories, along with that interview with a photography student?"

Harry sighed "She's been vetted by both Inko and Andy. They like her, they support her. The girl in question is trying to get into the fashion industry, her designs aren't the best but her ability to make it 'pop' and stand out is amazing…"

"You, Harry, my Husband, are intensely marketable but have no idea how to do it. I see your grand design now. You're collecting a team of people that you can help achieve their dreams and whilst you're helping them achieve their dreams, they're helping you become a Hero worthy of the Japanese way of being a Hero…I know your stance on it, I respect how you're not willing to move from that stance but the way you're adapting to our ways."

Harry grinned at her "The things I do for love."

"No pushing kids out of windows."

"That's not a no for pushing stalkers."

Fuyumi tilted her head back and pulled Harry's down "No. Harry, I'm a trained Hero…I know several more effective tricks than you'll ever know as I'm a woman."

"My woman. My equal. My much better half." Fuyumi grinned at him.

Neville entered the kitchen "Mind if I steal your milk? Seamus is making Milk Chicken…"

Harry sighed "You're all bloody terrible moochers."

"This is the first time for milk!" Harry replied

"However, it's not a denial, mate." Neville replied "Merely attestation to the fact that we do what we do. Besides, we're your kids unofficial uncles…we reserve the right…"

Fuyumi sighed "If you've got your shopping list ready, I'll get it but…"

"We pay you back. I know the song and dance which is why I'm coming with you, we don't actually know where the shops are."

"I'd say that's extreme laziness."

"Normally, I'd agree, but even you have to admit it's been hectic. Also, All Might asked me to pass on a message 'it needs to be done today'."

Harry sighed "Ain't no rest for the wicked. It does, find the Aizawa-Midoriya Family and tell them that."

(Izuku)

He groaned and yelped as his neck and back cracked, he gazed at the clock it was getting on for midday. "The sleeper awakens." A voice stated, it was Aizawa. "Afternoon."

"Fun night?"

"More or less. Todoroki apologised. Then He and I played D ." Aizawa grinned at that. He'd played, it was one of the best games too play when you were a hero; you were able to synchronise schedules a little bit. Sure it sucked when a player couldn't attend a few sessions in succession but that was what play-by-proxy and player-dm discussions were for.

"Enjoy, if you want, I'll put some feelers out for that sort of thing. When you're an Underground Hero…"

"Having a web of informants is key, albeit for information or looking for things, especially around Christmas time."

Aizawa shook his head at his stepson "You're so much like your father its horrifying."

Izuku looked at him "No one's told me anything about him. I've never asked mom about him…"

Aizawa sighed "I won't tell you anything about him but from my own interactions and altercations tions with him. You have got your parents intellect, your mother's fire for justice and equalling the scores. Your rambling mutter storms and coming up with ingenious counter-measures that's your father. In our society, your father was cast as a villain, but, Baraquiel would call him an extreme protestor."

Izuku's eyes widened "My father is a villain?"

Aizawa nodded "An extremely effective bankrobber." Izuku's eyes widened.

"He was known as the 'Melting Villain: Blowtorch', he could spit flames from his mouth that could rival heats of a Butane Torch to a Thermal Lance. He completed a string of eight robberies with eight fatalities and over a dozen injuries. He was a meticulous, efficient, pragmatic and practical villain with a code of conduct. From what I have pieced together, the fatalities were caused by his own hand when his crew went against his code of conduct, when he had his trial he said 'I am a businessman, not a gangster. My business is crime.'" Izuku was floored.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. Izuku, the question is do you really want him around?"

"Probably not." They were disturbed by a knocking on the door, Aizawa opened it to reveal Neville.

"Broadside."

"Eraserhead…listen, I know this is probably a bad time but if we're going to do this, we need to do it ASAP whilst Izuku has time to begin to get a grip on the QMD."

Izuku almost had another anxiety attack, with everything that had happened. He had completely forgotten about being selected to be the new wielder of OFA. He looked Broadside in the eye "Let's go." Broadside raised an eyebrow.

"You really want to do this?"

Izuku chuckled bitterly "Not really. All Might can't take it back, he's too injured. The new guy who has it is dying because he's being poisoned by said quirk, me…I'm Quirkless. I'd have loved to have been a Quirkless Hero, but, I'm not going to let someone else die because another person powered by a 'future sight' quirk, regardless if it is Sir Nighteye, and a 'I know best tone' as opposed to someone who wielded the Quirk for DECADES? Besides, I've got Eraserhead in my corner and Baraquiel; although I think Baraquiel is only in my corner just for the fireworks." Aizawa blushed, his stepson had made some very valid points and judging by Broadside's shaking shoulders of concealed laughter, his other TA thought Izuku had raised some extremely valid points.

"Yeah…Baraquiel has left his mark on you."

"No…this is because of Kyouka." Broadside chuckled. The purple punk heroine had worked wonders on the green-haired teen. Aizawa and Izuku headed out, they needed to find Yagi and Togata. They found LeMillion easily enough, he was looking pretty healthy probably due to the fact that he wasn't using his Quirk and finishing his training session under the watchful eye of Yagi and Banshee.

"Midoriya." Banshee drawled.

"Banshee, All Might, Togata-san."

Mirio turned and a grin crossed his face! "Greenhorn!" The smile faded "What are you doing getting wrapped up in this?"

Izuku grinned "I want to be a Hero that saves everyone they can. Furthermore, I have a disadvantage that is actually an advantage."

Mirios's eyes widened, he chose not to say anything on that subject. "Hair or Blood?"

"What?"

"For the transfer…"

"Hair."

Mirio nodded and yanked a hair from his head before offering it to Izuku, who consumed it. "Is that it?"

Mirio chuckled "You're going to need to give it a few hours. What? You were expecting thunder, lightning along with over the top screaming and bulging biceps and triceps? Look now that we've done the transfer, I want to get to know my dedicated kohai."

Izuku giggled at that "I mean sort of…how the fuck am I going to master this?"

"Relax, Green…We're going to help. Did you honestly think it was going to be you, me and All Might sneaking around. Baraquiel, I'll say this about him, he's good."

"He's good? I know he his, but why do you say that?" Izuku asked and Mirio sighed, he moved over to a pair of chairs and slumped into one.

"You've seen All Might in his Big Form, right? What do you get when you look at me? Say you're a civilian and I've just saved your life from a villain?" Mirion asked.

"At first glance, you're almost identical in build to All Might, minus a foot or more and significant muscle mass. So it'd be easy enough to assume that you could be All Might or the next one."

Mirio nodded "You know about All Might's injury and why he's been here at UA?"

"A Successor."

Mirio nodded "When I first started at UA, I was hopeless, bottom of the class, the least practical quirk you could think of. Then I caught the attention of a man I respected, Sir Nighteye…All Might's only Sidekick."

Izuku nodded, he could see where this was going "You immediately signed up! Who wouldn't? I know I wouldn't, if All Might's Ex-Sidekick was interested in you, who wouldn't take that opportunity, you thought he would turn you into an exemplary hero. He did…however, I met Yagi and he passed on One For All for me. It wasn't until Banshee informed my father that I was suffering from Quirk Poisoning that Baraquiel lost his shit and forced the truth out of him. Nighteye was adamant that the people needed another All Might and fitted his ideals for a 2nd All Might that he told me to take the damn thing. I didn't want it, I just wanted to be able to save a million people with just my Quirk and my own Abilities, Me. So I quit Nighteye's Agency and Baraquiel gave me an unconditional offer. I took it."

Izuku nodded "I'm guessing Baraquiel did some shenanigans?"

"If you mean he paid into my bank account a healthy sum and in the paperwork it involved a pre-paid car of my choice and three years rent for house or flat within reason. Fuyumi-san has been rather close-lipped about 'within reason'."

Izuku snorted "Baraquiel's loaded…I mean loaded, inheritance money and conquest money; his lawyers are his significant shareholders in his agency as is his Godson. Baraquiel-sensei…doesn't really think straight with the numbers he has. He's buying up a couple abandoned clothing manufacturing places just to start making his own merch. Then there's the fact he donates directly to the various governmental services and has his name attached to new Fire Engines and Hospital Wings and Wards than he cares to admit, he hates it. He fucking hates it."

Mirio chuckled, before spitting out phlegm and blood "Then why do it?"

"We can't be everywhere at once, we get fifteen minutes of fame and everyone milks it. The communities foot the bill for the damage. Heroes should give back for the damage they cause." Athena stated. Mirio turned to see Athena. He snapped his head back to Izuku.

"How are you not getting a bloody nose from such beauty?"

Izuku smirked "I am committed to a relationship, my relationship with Athena is more Researcher-Guinea Pig and exasperated Aunt-Nephew. She treats Baraquiel as a little brother and treats those who train with him as extended family. Believe it or not, she's the scarier one of the two, and of the Six she's the most frightening. Banshee, Malkav, Broadside and Baraquiel are point and go, guess whose doing the pointing and bringing them to heel?"

Athena sighed "Midoriya…for that one, you're going to be my demonstration in FISH N CHIPS, when Baraquiel teaches it."

Mirio raised an eyebrow "Why do I think I'm missing something involving a tasty British staple meal that I've never tasted?"

Banshee cackled "I'll get Baraquiel to make some for you. In this case it means Fighting In Someone's House aNd Causing Havoc In People's Streets/Public Spaces. Anyway Mirio, get on with the transferring. Izuku doesn't need the world and its wife watching."

"Already been done. We've been chatting whilst the body does and the body does."

Banshee nodded "I'm still holding out that Midoriya starts glowing and he begins screaming and screaming his attacks."

"Fuck you Banshee. Fuck you." Izuku replied getting chuckles from the adults.

"Language!"

"Japanese and English." Izuku replied flippantly.

(Harry et al.)

The quintet got off the train and left the station. Neville observed the group getting strange looks that Harry and Fuyumi seemingly ignored "What…was that about?"

"We're Heroes…in one way or another. I'm a pro hero and full time, Fuyumi is part-time. Individually we're not some of the bigger names like Endeavour, All Might or even Stars and Stripes; I've managed to get the locals to understand 'on duty, photos and autographs'..."

"'Off duty fuck off'." Neville murmured getting more than a few dirty looks.

"Crude but true." Fuyumi replied, the Bunker Buster Hero: Broadside was adapting quickly to the Japanese way of life but she had noted like with all of the Ex-Pats they were rather crude, Harry had his moments where he could turn the air blue around him when someone had annoyed him.

Everything went wrong whilst they were in the supermarket. Why did it go wrong, exactly? The succinct answer villains tried to rob the store. How did it go wrong? Harry, Neville and Fuyumi were off-duty heroes. What happened? Villains both pro and amateur, realised the picking a fight with Baraquiel, Broadside and Lady Cold in a supermarket…where…everything given the right conditions could be used as a lethal weapon. Considering the villains were amateurs, the three heroes took on a few 'requests' also known as 'signature moves' Some…could easily be traced back to an entertainment and sports industry known as wrestling.

Neville had been at the deli counter when a young man, clad in a boiler suit and balaclava 'bamfed' for the lack of a better word in front of him. Neville couldn't help but smirk as the teleporter landed in a small pile of Sakura petals. "FREEZE! HANDS UP! WALLETS, PHONES! NO ONE GETS HURT!"

Neville sighed, "Boyo…I'm going to give you the…" His attempted ransomer? Hostage take? The idiot turned his handgun in hand, driving towards the hero's temple. Unfortunately…Neville had trained with and been trained by Harry. This kid was moving in almost slow motion. Neville reached out, grabbed the incoming arm, and twisted it at the wrist, causing the handgun to fall.

"Sir! Kick to the abdomen, grab the head and drop!" Shouted one of the Deli-Counter workers. Neville obliged, he delivered a powerful kick to his attacker's gut, before slamming his opponent's head into his shoulder and landing on the floor with a sickening thump.

Meanwhile, Fuyumi and Harry pushed the twins through the chilled aisle when they got into trouble. There were four thugs, two on each end of the aisle. All four of them were armed, Harry and Fuymi paid them no mind "Harry…?"

"I've seen. This is going to get unbelievably messy…I…" Harry murmured. He turned to smile at his children who giggled at him, however, Nozomi looked behind her father and let out a whimper, followed by a wet giggle. Harry sighed, he dropped down to the base of the stroller and pulled out a nappy.

Fuyumi picked up Hiro and lifted up the freezer as the four thugs made their move. Harry swiftly changed his daughters diaper, it was in public…Harry hated that, he'd have preferred to have done such a thing privately but when dealing with thugs with your children one has to get creative. Harry grabbed the handle of the trolley, he scooped his daughter up as he one-handed-vault over the trolley with his daughter in one arm, he landed smoothly, jumped up and drop-kicked the trolley sending it careening backwards in a straightline; the heavily laden trolley slammed into the first thug. Another pulled out a bone and morphed it into a knife and launched himself towards Fuyumi, his eyes only just realising who he was hitting as the woman, grabbed his arm and spun him whilst sweeping out his current weight-bearing leg; which subsequently flipped him to land on his back. As he lay there looking up at the supermarket ceiling he vaguely realised the chest freezer door was open, he grabbed the edge of the freezer only to feel two pudgy hands holding his own. "A kid…what's a kid…" He began to realise the kid had red and black hair! He looked over to see the other baby giggling about what was happening! Then everything hurt! He his body wouldn't move and he collapsed to the floor paralysed.

The scuffle stopped, Harry had one thug on his knees. "Fuyumi! Where's Hiro?"

Fuyumi reeled backwards as she felt her nose erupt into a localised fire! "Little busy!"

The thug Harry had looked up "You're Baraquiel ain't you?"

"That I am…"

The thug collapsed "We fucked up. Of all the Supermarkets in the world, why'd you have to come into this one?"

Harry smirked "Alright…you're surrendering?" A sweep to Harry's leg was defiance to that question.

"Baraquiel-san…I didn't want to do this! I always wanted to be a Hero…It's complicated but I… how do you say it…compare? Seen…you're…different." With that the kid moved forwards, fists held up.

Harry grinned "I'll question you at the Station…as for 'comparing'? It's that, the correct term is 'measure up'." The kid moved in, his fists flew. Harry blocked one with his forearm, he tried to clench a fist only…he formed the bird. "What the fuck?"

"Ranshinsho."

"Body Pathway Derangement…that's your quirk?"

"Neuron Control…I practice martial arts and I…was in Med School." The teen explained, lashing out with a high-spinning heel kick. Harry dodged it. "Numbing Line!" He muttered, his clothesline slamming into the teen dropping him. Fuyumi meanwhile with an assist from Nozomi iced the other two thugs…rather Fuyumi had one at ice-knife and on his knees, Nozomi had frozen the one she'd seen daddy hit with the metal-pushy-thing; she had frozen his ankles and kept freezing them until he was unable to stop moving.

"POLICE! ON THE GROUND!" A voice shouted.