Thunder Hero: Baraquiel 13
The crowd screamed as Rappa, grabbed Baraquiel by one hand with the other started with a downpour of punches. They weren't organised by any means and it was due to this, a miscalculation on Rappa's part why his punches did not kill Baraquiel outright.
Each barrage of punches from the quirk: Strongarm lasted for three seconds at a time. The first barrage slammed into Baraquiel's stomach and intestines; Baraquiel had very little time to exhale and tense his stomach as the barrage of fists pulverised his digesting dinner. Rappa, smirked as he dropped the Hero, who collapsed to the ground in a boneless heap. "So much for being a tough hero…"
"Rappa, not many heroes have the ability to get up or withstand your quirk." Katsukame stated, he looked over at Baraquiel who lay motionless; shallow ragged breathing "...besides, you left him alive."
Rappa shrugged "Better way to have him wake up to a crowd of bodies."
Lady Cold's eyes narrowed. She knew she was outmatched but that didn't mean she was going to make it easy. She placed her hand on the battered and cratered road and activated her quirk "Flash Freeze!"
Rappa and Katsukame turned to the disturbance "Another hero." Katsukame declared, a grin stretching over his face. He took a step forwards, only to find himself flat on his back. Rappa shook his head, he cautiously manuevered himself onto the ice; out of the corner of his eye he spied the Cowboy Hero; levelling the Peace Keeper; moving quickly the Strongarm Villain slid to a nearby car.
Snipe, cursed as he had to rescue a pair of civilians from a car heading towards him. He pulled the rope from his belt, the rope was a swiss army whip; truly an invention of Power Loader at his finest. One setting on the whip were a set of energised monofilament wires; the wires quickly sliced through the incoming car.
Katsukame, had got to his feet and he advanced on the remaining pro-hero. Of the famed UA Staff; there were none nearby as they were all occupied with dealing with the stragglers. Katsukame had reached grappling range when the Hero in front of him rapidly inversed the freeze, creating a shockwave.
The crowd had moved backwards, but even more people were recording the events. The Police had arrived but for their efforts in trying to detain the two lumbering giants, it wasn't very effective.
Fuyumi gulped as Katsukame's gigantic hand clamped onto her head and everyone watched as the gigantic bruiser, began swell in size even more. Jiro, darted forwards, as Katsukame released the female hero; Jiro managed to catch falling hero before she hit the ground.
"You'll get…in trouble." The Hero murmured.
"I didn't use my quirk; I was closest to you. Besides, Baraquiel-sensei will more than likely back me up."
Cold chuckled at that "My husband…is he…alive?"
Jiro paused, she looked at the scene briefly to see Baraquiel standing "He's up and about…" Whatever the punk wanted to say was cut off by a boom of thunder.
"…and completely apoplectic with rage and concern over me. This is the rage of Baraquiel." Cold spoke.
Jiro watched as her teacher, gingerly and tenderly picked himself up and off the floor. She saw Baraquiel, remaining low and began to use the cars as cover but eventually he was adjacent to Katsukame and behind a delivery van. Baraquiel knew he had to act quickly; he wasn't about to become a widower and single father so quickly. "Fuck this charade of Fuyumi and I operating individually and keeping our hero lives separately. This fucker, is going to pay."
The metal gauntleted hand descended towards Lady Cold, and Baraquiel acted. Lightning or rather electricity erupted into existence; this heralded excruciating pain in his mangled digestive system and other Nervous Systems in his body as his unique physiology began to slowly repair and correct the sustained damage. "Small and Large intestines compromised, Kidneys bruised, ribs cracked and broken scraping across lungs but not puncturing them. Katsukame Ryuku, stamina sapping to size alteration quirk…logical procedure, aim for the head. That may well murder him; he's a mad dog, dogs get put-down." "Lightning Shroud." Baraquiel murmured, the erratic flashes and crackles of lightning and electricity that darted up and down his body slowly began to harmonise…this was a side-effect of the 'Ionisation' Quirk that his mother possessed; he'd had to kick Antonin Dolohov and Rabastan LeStrange quite severely for that information. Baraquiel also remembered Dumbledore's machinations to make the Mantle of Baraquiel his personal minion, that fight with Rasputin Karkaroff, Lucille de la Croix, Hercule Poirot; no relation to the detective, and three others…oh he remembered that fight but never the people who assisted him. He remembered his six opponents, all blessed with lightning quirks, he'd only been Sixteen. Sixteen when he utilised his 'Baraquiel' Quirk to its fullest and mercilessly beat down the imposters, four of them died in that series of grudge matches.
Baraquiel shook his head, this was no time to think about the past. His wife, confidant, and friend was in danger. He got up, inhaling deeply as he could to minimise the white-hot throbbing knife like feeling in his chest.
"HEY…RIKIKYA!" Everyone drew a sharp intake of breath, this was the breaking of a traditional norm. Even Katsukame spun, his hand releasing Cold, who hit the floor; her hood coming down and outing her as Todoroki Fuyumi. "Step away from my wife, put your fucking hands behind your fucking head, or your chances with the morgue increase."
Baraquiel stared down Katsukame; only for Rappa to rush towards him, Strongarm activating in both shoulders to keep him up right. Baraquiel, listened and extended his senses; the crowd cheered and roared in delight at the almost casual evasion. "Okay, two big twats; caught between them I'm screwed. I can't fight them fist-to-fist, but Baraquiel is a Hero who is the best at what he does and that's not being nice."
The crowd watched transfixed as Baraquiel manipulated the shroud of lightning and his hands began to crackle, he levelled one at Rappa "JIBASHI!" Five tendrils of electricity moulded into his right hand; they formed a perfectly spherical ball of electricity which rushed forwards ploughing into the shoulder spinning Kendo Rappa.
"Is…that all you have?" Kendo asked as the crowd watched as the electrical attack dispersed across his broad muscled frame.
Baraquiel smirked "Lightning never strikes twice…wrong." Rappa had no chance to react as the ground around him, suddenly melted away as spears of lightning ruptured Rappa's arms, shoulders, feet, lower leg and wrapped themselves around his knees for good measure. "Binds of Enkidu electric chair mode…complete. Rappa Kendo; you move a single muscle without instructions and your bindings become your execution, do you understand?"
"I…understand."
Baraquiel smirked and turned on Katsukame "And now for the Troll of the Ball." He turned to Katsukame.
"Rikikya Katsukame; put your hands behind…"
"No. I refuse to cow to the secondary police force that are heroes."
Baraquiel paused "I'll agree to that. But you threatened my family; you threatened my wife. For that, you're going to be facing charges. Please for fucks sake, give up."
Katsukame snorted and charged the lightning hero; Baraquiel didn't hesitate "Blessed and cursed art thou; to enter LIMELIGHT!" With that he created 6'x5' sheet of lightning intercepting the outstretched hand. Katsukame's last coherent feeling in his left hand was numbness and then pain rushed along the remains of his ruined arm; the sheet of lightning had ripped his arm off and apart all the way to his elbow.
Katsukame collapsed heavily on the ground, in agony "Give up, Katsukame…Next time you experience Limelight, none come back from that experience."
Katsukame couldn't and wouldn't say anything as the pain caused him to black out "As the darkness falls, and Arabia calls. One man spreads his wings, as the battle begins." Baraquiel hummed.
He turned to see the video cameras of TV Reporters and the video phones of the dogmatic hero enthusiasts. "Baraquiel?"
He turned, knowing the cameras were on him. He looked and standing, using his pupil for assistance as her strength returned, her face on display. There were no words as Baraquiel pulled his Wife into his arms "You're alive, you're in one piece…I'm…"
"Don't you apologise, Harry…I made my choice. All heroes eventually have their identity outed; you might as well accept it." Fuyumi murmured "You might as well enjoy it; not many heroes take down two B-ranked, one of whom you took down alongside a C-ranked one."
Harry smiled thinly "I think I'm going to lose credit for…brutality and my open agreement with a villain."
Fuyumi tapped her husband in the stomach "A lot of the public are well aware of your…stances, mannerisms and behaviour patterns; I follow Hero trends and you…well you're making a trend if only because you follow the status quo reluctantly and voice when the Government acts irrationally."
Harry took a deep breath and grunted slightly "Fuck me, broken ribs are never fun." With that he turned to the cameras and found a nearby busted car. He trudged forwards and perched himself on the roof of it.
"Apologies for car-jacking, but right now this car is the 'Throne of Thunder' and the Thunder Hero is residing. Now please; this is a school night let's make this quick and please run requests for interviews through either my agency or the Principle of UA. Is that acceptable?"
"It's acceptable Baraquiel. Nippon News Network, why haven't we heard of you before now?"
"I didn't want to be known about…Getting spotlight puts a target on your back; my track record of spotlight incidents definitely do not make me a 'suitable hero for the public'. Next?"
"Do you do autographs?" This came from a young eight-year-old who was wearing a muted yellow hoody.
"Any of you got a pen? Mine's…kind of…" Baraquiel patted himself down and he sighed "broke and embedded in the upper thigh area…the extreme upper thigh."
"You mean your pen broke and the fragments are stuck in your ass." Jiro blurted.
Baraquiel turned to her "You, Jiro, get an additional two hundred push-ups in your gym training class tomorrow."
Jiro went to respond "Teacher privilege…sorry sensei."
Baraquiel snorted "Now shift…for some school doesn't wait."
Fuyumi had received her own fair share of questions, the impromptu Q&A went on for half-an-hour before Harry slammed his hands together igniting a thunderclap "People, enough…I believe we have answered the same questions, some multiple times, and I know how reporters and journalists are always overeager for an exclusive scoop on heroes. The honest unspun truth with referenced facts will always sell better than a spun story. I…have…no love for journalists and reporters; if you had approached me in my teens I'd have told to 'get the fuck out of my face'. Please keep to the truth, and if your boss wants more, by all means put out open questions or even…opinion polls."
"You want us to be honest with you and none of the embellishing. We can certainly try; some heroes don't mind us embellishing their acts."
"Being recognised, being in the spotlight I despise it. But this is for the record; if you can get me off force-fed scripted responses, that's where you see the true Baraquiel. I'd rather be a hero with too much time on my hands, sleep all night, work all day, change diapers and feed the family. I'm a simple hero, so honesty? Is it that hard? Thankyou, Baraquiel and Cold signing out."
The pair of them got back to UA and after paying Mic for impromptu baby sitting the pair of them collapsed on the sofa.
The next morning dawned far too quickly. Fuyumi looked at the time and practically shrieked, as she rolled off the sofa and dashed for the shower. Baraquiel, grunted before following suit. It took the duo fifteen minutes; to shower, change and Fuyumi to tend to the children before heading with them across campus to the freshly built elementary school where the first class was made with younger siblings or relatives of current students. Nezu had made an announcement saying that UA were intending on becoming an all-in-one school.
Fuyumi smiled to herself, the classes were small, twelve students in each class. Eight class rooms, so the grand total of ninety-six pupils and she was a homeroom teacher. Thankfully, with her quirk of Temperature obedience in the class was rather simple; lower or raise the temperature. Life was good when you could teach at a hero school.
Class 1-A were busy gossiping about Baraquiel; they jumped up as Baraquiel strode into the room. The only person, who detected the tenseness and shortness of breath in their teachers voice was Jiro "Baraquiel-sensei! Are you alright?" Iida asked jumping to fist arms twitching madly.
"Never, better. All of you take your seats, your questions of my well-being are…welcoming but unnecessary. My large and small intestines along with my diaphragm injuries and my four busted ribs, give me three weeks physical rest and a month of psychological recuperation. One of those I'll gladly disregard, anyway, you have Hero Simulations later on today and so you know; I WILL be there."
The teens gulped; Katsuki smiled fiendishly "Find something funny about Hero Simulations, Bakugo? Or is it the prospect of uncontrolled brutality you'll be allowed to use on your fellow classmates?" Bakugo hastily paled.
"Don't even bother opening your mouth. Your paper-thin veneer of a disguise is an insult to heroes everywhere; even Endeavour. Regardless of any relations I have with the Number Two Pro; even he wasn't this feral. Bakugo, you even consider using your Gauntlets…Please, I'm a teacher and a hero, how the fuck you got your explosives past the teachers without you having…"
"Do you think I care, UA made Endeavour. They'll make me…"
"What UA gives, UA takes. Redesign your costume Bakugo Katsuki; I'll not have hot-tempered, unstable, unreliable children anywhere near something as explosive and dangerous as your Grenadier Bracers."
Bakugo stilled his feral red-eyes glowered at Baraquiel's impassive green ones. Bakugo blinked first, Aizawa watched impassively. Soon enough the bell rang and Mic appeared to take 1-A for English. "Activate your quirk Mic, you'll break any hold of authority I have over 1-A and their feral pet." Baraquiel growled.
Mic nodded, Baraquiel turned once more to look over the class "Jiro, if you want to talk about your experience last night, if any of you want to talk; the staffroom door is open to all of you."
With that he headed to the staffroom to rest and prepare for All Might's shenanigans.