The rich aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air, mingling with the steady sound of it crackling in the pan. Izuku, bleary-eyed and still sore from the previous day's battles, stood at the stove, carefully assembling breakfast for his mother, who remained fast asleep on the couch.
He winced as he grabbed the bacon with a fork, dropping the crispy strips onto a plate. The smell was tempting, and he couldn't help but breathe it in deeply, a moment of peace in the chaos his life had become. As much as he loved bacon, his aching body reminded him that eating wasn't at the top of his list right now.
'She'll go easy on me for sure after this,' he thought, a tinge of hopefulness creeping into his mind as he slid the plate into the microwave to keep warm. He poured himself a glass of orangejuice, taking a long sip of the refreshing drink. 'Hopefully, making her breakfast buys me some extra points...'
Izuku sighed, feeling the bruises from yesterday's fights still throbbing. In less than 24 hours, he'd faced off against two mutant pigs, taken on the number two hero, and barely survived a full-on assault from Mirko. Oh, and let's not forget getting knocked out by a guy who looked like a human rhino. His stomach churned just thinking about it.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Eh?"
Izuku froze, mid-sip, as a knock echoed from the front door. 'Who could that be this early?' A quick glance at the clock confirmed it—7:00 AM. He felt a flicker of unease. It could be anyone, anything, at this point in his life. Deciding to play it safe, he crept toward the door and cautiously peeked through the peephole.
A towering figure filled his vision—a massive, dark-skinned man with long, thick dreadlocks and muscles that looked like they could crush stone. He was dressed simply, a blue button-up shirt and trousers. No weapons, no armor. Just an imposing presence.
The man knocked again, his hand a heavy thud against the door. Izuku hesitated for a moment longer, weighing his options. 'If this goes south, I can always use the Omnitrix, right?' He steeled himself and swung the door open.
The stranger stood there, his hand still raised mid-knock. Izuku felt small in comparison, but he mustered up a greeting. "C-Can I help you, sir?" he stammered, his voice betraying his nerves.
The man blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before his lips curled into a broad smile. Izuku blinked in return, unsure of what was going on. And then, without warning, the man reached up and pulled off his face.
Izuku's heart skipped a beat as his mind raced. 'What the hell?!'
(Opening)
Darkness fills the screen as the camera slowly zooms out, revealing a vast expanse of stars and planets scattered across the universe. The faint sound of cosmic hum fills the air.
"It started when an alien device did what it did"
It cuts to a flashback of Izuku reaching for the Omnitrix as he looks on in wonder.
"It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid…"
The Omnitrix leaps onto Izuku's arm in a liquid-like fashion, wrapping itself around his wrist. Izuku panics, waving his arm wildly as the Omnitrix's dial pops up, pulsing green.
"Now he's got superpowers, he's no ordinary kid…"
Cut to Izuku transforming into HeatBlast in a flash of fire and molten rock. Flames burst from his body as his form takes shape, igniting the scene with glowing embers.
"He's Deku!"
The screen bursts into cosmic energy, transitioning into a wide view of the galaxy.
"So if you see him, you might be in for a big surprise…"
One by one, each of Izuku's aliens flashes onto the screen, striking action poses.
Gray Matter hops in!
Ripjaws chomps his teeth!
Diamonhead fires shards of crystals!
Heatblast turns up the heat!
Stinkfly spits his goop!
Feedback shoots electricity out his cords!
Ditto wrestles with his clones!
Ghostfreak unleashes eldritch horror upon the Dittos!
Fourarms flexes his muscles!
XLR8 dashes past!
"He'll turn into an alien before your very eyes!"
Cut to another transformation: Izuku's body twists and distorts as he horrifyingly morphs into GhostFreak. The screen darkens as GhostFreak suddenly grabs the camera, his piercing eyes glaring into the lens.
He's slimy, creepy, fast, and strong—he's every shape and size!"
Ripjaws lunges forward with razor sharp teeth, Ghostfreak jumpscares the camera, XLR8 speeds past as a blue blur and FourArms lifts a massive boulder with ease.
He's Deku!"
Cosmic energy explodes in vibrant green, sweeping across the screen as the Omnitrix symbol pulses.
"Armed with powers, he's on the case…"
Izuku runs toward the screen, a determined grin on his face. Just before reaching the camera, he flips into the air and transforms into HeatBlast, his body igniting with flame. A Number 1 flashes beside him as he hurls a fireball.
"Fighting off evil from Earth or space…"
Number 2 appears as DiamondHead forms a crystal shield just in time to block a laser beam. Number 3 flashes as Ditto multiplies into a crowd of clones, each one running in a different direction.
"He'll never stop 'til he makes them pay…"
Number 4 shows StinkFly, firing a gooey projectile directly at the screen, splattering it. Number 5 showcases FourArms flexing his powerful muscles, the ground shaking beneath him.
"'Cause he's the baddest kid to ever save the day!"
Number 6 is GreyMatter, hopping like a frog side to side before smacking into the screen. GhostFreak appears as Number 7, creeping into view for another jumpscare. Number 8 is XLR8, who skids to a stop, leaving a burning streak on the ground before zooming off again.
"He's Deku!"
Number 9 flashes as RipJaws bursts through the water, baring his teeth in an attempt to scare the viewers. Number 10 introduces Feedback, arms crossed with a confident smirk, electricity crackling from his tendrils, his power charging up the air around him.
"Deku!"
Deku lands from above in a classic superhero landing, his fist cracking the ground beneath him. Dust rises as he stands tall, ready for battle.
"D-D-D-Deku!"
The screen flashes between clips of Izuku's battles, showing him in intense fights, both past and future. Uraraka spins gracefully in zero gravity, while Tetrax unleashes a flurry of laser blasts, each shot precise and powerful.
"D-D-D-Deku!"
The final sequence shows Izuku standing tall, his aliens rapidly absorbing into the Omnitrix. With a green glow, Izuku holds the watch high, power emanating from him. Tetrax and Uraraka stand by his side, ready for the next battle.
"Huh?!" Izuku exclaimed, his mind scrambling to process what he had just seen. A blue glow enveloped the man's body before flickering and reshaping into a familiar form.
"Tetrax!?" Izuku stared, wide-eyed, at his mentor, who despite a few remaining cracks, seemed to have healed remarkably well.
"Surprise," Tetrax chuckled, clearly amused by Izuku's flabbergasted expression.
"H-How did you do that?" Izuku rubbed his eyes as if trying to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Tetrax grinned and held up a strange, mask-like device. "ID mask. 00M found it stashed away in one of the storage rooms, a relic from an old mission of mine. It lets the wearer disguise themselves as anyone or anything they choose. Pretty neat, right?"
Izuku blinked in awe as Tetrax demonstrated by placing the mask over his face again. His form shimmered with a soft glow before returning to the human disguise.
"Uh, yeah! We could've avoided all that rooftop jumping if you'd just used this," Izuku huffed, a little annoyed.
Tetrax shrugged nonchalantly. "Think of it as a learning experience."
Izuku let out a small groan of frustration. "I've had plenty of learning experiences... Look at me." He gestured to the bruises and scrapes still littering his arms and body.
Tetrax winced, the guilt visible in his expression. "Yeah... I owe you an apology for that. I should have done a better job protecting you and your friends. That's actually why I came here."
Izuku tilted his head, his confusion growing. "What do you mean?"
Tetrax reached into his belt and pulled out a strange tube filled with an orange liquid. "This."
"...Orange juice?" Izuku stared at it blankly.
"Not juice. Gluto," Tetrax replied flatly.
Izuku's confusion deepened as he inspected the vial. "Eh? Gluto?"
Tetrax nodded. "This was extracted from his body—don't worry, he gave us permission. His species secretes a regenerative goo that can heal most injuries. He's practically unkillable unless every last drop of him is destroyed. And that goo has incredible healing properties when applied to others."
Izuku's eyes widened in amazement, his fingers twitching, eager to grab his notebook and jot down notes. "That's incredible! Imagine how many people he could help with that!"
Tetrax smiled, nodding. "Yeah, he's pretty amazing. But enough about that. Rub it on your wounds, and those bruises should be gone in a few hours. Just make sure you take it easy for the rest of the day."
Izuku held the tube in awe, nodding his thanks. "Thank you, Tetrax! And please, thank Gluto for me too!"
Tetrax crossed his arms, looking more serious. "It's no problem. I owe you at least that much for letting you get hurt in the first place." The guilt was clear in his tone.
"N-no, it's not your fault! I should have listened to you!" Izuku protested, waving his hands in an attempt to reassure his mentor.
Tetrax sighed softly. "You've got a good heart, Izuku Midoriya." With a final glance, Tetrax turned toward the door. "No training tomorrow. You and your friends deserve a rest."
Izuku could only nod in agreement as his body practically screamed at him to apply the healing goo. After closing the door behind Tetrax, he wasted no time rushing to the bathroom. Stripping quickly, he smeared the orange goo across his bruises, letting out a soft groan as a warm, soothing sensation spread through his aching body. Within moments, the pain began to melt away, replaced by a comforting warmth.
"Thank you, Gluto," Izuku muttered, relief evident in his voice. He took a quick shower, changed into a simple white T-shirt and dark green trousers, already feeling like a new person.
Feeling considerably better, Izuku made his way to his room and sat in front of his computer. He clicked through hero news, expecting to see something about yesterday's events. Just as he was about to dive into the headlines, he noticed notifications popping up on his social feed. 'Oh, right. I have friends now.'
To his surprise, a group chat had been created featuring himself, Ochako, and Alan, titled Alien Force. The ongoing conversation caught his eye.
Ochako Uraraka: Guys, Tetrax came to my house and dropped off this weird goo stuff!
Ochako Uraraka: He had this crazy disguise too! But the goo is amazing! All my pain is gone!
Alan Albright: Oh, that's what it was? It was just sitting on our doorstep. Tetrax must've come here real early.
Ochako Uraraka: Rub it on, Albright! You'll feel so much better!
Alan Albright: Just call me Alan. We use first names in the States. But okay, I'll give it a shot. Hopefully, it works.
Ochako Uraraka: It does!!! Hey, it's the weekend. Are you guys doing anything? We should hang out today!
Izuku's eyes widened at the idea of hanging out with friends. He hadn't had a proper hangout in years, not since he was a kid. Sure, Alan was a bit younger, and Ochako was a girl, which sometimes made him nervous, but the thought of spending time with them sounded fun. After a moment's hesitation, he typed his response.
Izuku Midoriya: Sure, where and when?
Alan Albright: Sorry, I would, but I kinda just want to rest today... that Vulkanus guy messed me up pretty bad.
Ochako Uraraka: That's alright, we can hang out another time! Deku, meet me at the Total Zone Arcade at 10 am!
Izuku shakily typed his confirmation, his heart swelling with a warm, unfamiliar feeling. 'I have friends!' A broad smile spread across his face. Even though Alan couldn't make it, Izuku still couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness.
"What's got you so giddy?"
Izuku jumped at the sound of his mother's voice. He spun around, startled, to find her standing in the doorway, smiling warmly at him.
"Texting girls?" she teased.
"M-MOM!"
After an awkward explanation that he was going to hang out with some friends—carefully avoiding the detail that it was just one friend, and that she was a girl—Izuku sat scrolling through hero news again. His interest piqued as an article about SACT appeared on the screen. His thumb hovered over the link—
"Izuku, we need to talk."
Izuku's heart sank at the sudden seriousness in his mother's voice. He turned toward her, confusion written on his face. "Um, sure."
Inko clasped her hands together, taking a deep breath. "Where were you last night, Izuku? I was this close to calling the police!" Her voice wavered with emotion as she stared at him, worry etched into every line of her face.
Guilt hit Izuku like a punch to the gut. "I was... out with friends. The same ones that want to hang out today," he mumbled. Technically, it wasn't a lie...
"Until 1 am?" Inko's skepticism was clear.
Izuku winced. "I-I just lost track of time, Mom. I promise it won't happen again."
Inko looked at him for a long moment before sighing. "As long as you promise it won't happen again..."
"It won't!" he insisted.
"It better not!" She softened, rubbing her arm as she smiled at him. "But... I have to say, you seem happier now that you've been spending time with these new friends of yours."
Izuku paused, reflecting on how much his life had changed since getting the Omnitrix, meeting Tetrax, Ochako, and Alan. "Yeah... I guess I am."
Inko suddenly wrapped him in a tight hug. "Just stay safe, okay?"
"I will."
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A few hours went by and Izuku soon found himself standing outside the arcadeTotal Zone,he was a bit late, dressed in a basic white and black shirt with some green cargo pants and his classic red shoes. Looking around he didn't see Ochako outside.'She must be inside already.'
Deciding to just be sure she wasn't late or something Izuku sent her a quick message.
Izuku Midoriya: I'm at the arcade, where are you?
A few minutes passed before Izuku finally gave up seeing he didn't get a response. 'She's probably already inside waiting for me.'He guessed before making his way inside the building.
Instantly Izuku felt slightly insecure, the place was packed. Kids ran around causing havoc, teens littered the games in small groups, and adults either with kids or just here for fun occupied themselves against the walls chattering with each other. Taking a gulp he began his journey to find Uraraka.
Looking around he spotted a small crowd watching as a strange pink girl went crazy on a dance machine. 'She seems familiar...?'
Shaking his head he continued, looking for that familiar brown hair. He looked on as a kid around his age with a lightning bolt in his hair button mashed on a fighting game only to lose spectacularly to a 12-year-old. Izuku cringed as the teen wailed in defeat. 'Harsh...'
Looking around once more he spots a scrawny man with a dark hoodie desperately scratching his neck in rage as a Game over played on his screen. 'creepy.'
As he continued his search he was stopped by a sudden large meaty hand dropped onto his shoulder.
"Hey, kid."
Turning around in confusion he looked on in slight fear at quite an intimidating group of young adults. They just screamed stereotypical'thugs'with their dyed hair and piercings. The one who grabbed him was a bald guy with goggles and a red vest, the sleeves torn off in typical thug fashion, his lip piercing shining with the light's reflection.
"U-um yeah?" Izuku stuttered out, before realising he's quite literally beaten the number 2 hero in a fight. Taking a deep breath he responded properly. "Do you need something?"
The young man smiled, "Yeah, you seen a kid? Bit older than you, black shoulder length hair. 'bout this tall." He raised his hand about a head over Izuku's.
"No, sorry."
The group all seemed to tsk as they turned around and went their separate ways. Much to Izuku's relief.
'Where is Uraraka!?'
After once again messaging and searching around for her, Izuku finally decided he might as well just play a game. Looking around his face brightened in interest at an All Might-themed arcade machine, not that was a surprise as most were hero-themed.
An All Might-themed baseball game, and while Izuku didn't know a whole lot about baseball he couldn't help but grin at the All Might-themed baseball bat that was the controller. Putting his coin in he watched as the screen loaded and an All Might stood ready to pitch. The little All Might charged his pitch as he groaned out a "SMAASHHHH"as Izuku readied his swing only to sweatdrop and drop his jaw as the ball flew at super speeds towards the screen, much faster than Izuku could swing.
A fatGAMEOVERdropped onto his screen with a laughing All Might in the background.
"What? B-but that wasn't even 3 strikes!? I just started." Annoyance grew on Izuku's face as he stared at the laughing All Might on screen, mocking him.
You can't be a hero.
Shaking his head he turned around intending to leave the arcade machine only to notice a tired-looking employee walking past.
"Hey, this thing ate my coin! I still had 2 lives left before strikeout." Izuku complained, pointing towards the machine in envy.
The tired employee took a deep breath. "Read the sign kid, it says 'Play at your own risk' " was all he said as he left Izuku to his problems.
Izuku could only watch his retreating figure only to look back to the machine as All Might continued his laughing. Sliding his hand down his face with a tired breath, he let his annoyance out with a pitiful sentence he didn't truly believe or mean.
"You suck All Might."
"You're right, he kinda does."
Looking towards the source of the voice, he blinks as he takes in the sight of the individual, shoulder-length black almost blue hair hung, a key locker with the number 11 hung on a chain around his neck. He stood tall yet lean with a black shirt on, the sleeves ripped off.
Realising this guy thinks he hates All Might even though he's a super fan Izuku could only blurt out a last-second response.
Pointing in the direction of the employee who gained his annoyance, he let loose a horrible middle school-level joke "Yeah but he doesn't suck as much as that guy's mom..." Instantly his hands slapped over his mouth.
Thankfully the joke seemed to land as the dark-haired teen broke into a hearty laugh, holding his stomach as he laughed out a storm. "Ahaha! Oh man, that was a good one." Wiping his eyes he looked back to Izuku.
"..." Izuku awkwardly stared back with his hands covering his mouth. 'Ineed to stop hanging around Kachaan!'
"You're funny. Here, you owe me."
The dark-haired teen made his way next to Izuku before putting his hand against the arcade machine that ate his coin. Izuku watched in surprise and interest as electricity sparked around his hand and into the machine. The reaction was almost instant as the machine began spewing out coins, piling onto the floor.
"Woah! Is that your Quirk? How does it work? What's it called? Can you control what the machine does or where you just lucky? Can you use it from a distance -"
"Woah woah woah, chill dude." The stranger waved his hand in an attempt to calm the barrage of questions.
"O-oh sorry. It's just your Quirks so cool!"
The teen squatted down and grabbed a handful of coins, pocketing it and grabbing another and holding it out to Izuku. "Ha, I get ya. My Quirkispretty cool."
Hesitantly accepting the coins, not liking the idea of stealing even if the machine is a scam. Izuku figured he might as well just spend them and not annoy this guy. "Uh thanks, I'm Izuku Midoriya. Wanna play some air hockey?"
"Kyushu Juichi," Juichi stated with a grin, but just as he opened his mouth he froze in his response, his eyes widening. "Uh nah I better not, cya."
Izuku watched as the now-named Kyushu Juichi made his sudden leave, all with a confused face. 'Huh, he was...kinda cool. He said I was funny! Though I'm pretty sure he just committed a crime...'
As Izuku was having an internal conflict whether not Juichi was in the wrong or not, he was suddenly knocked out of the way as someone pushed past. "H-huh?"
Izuku looked on in confusion as 2 of the thugs from before trailed after Juichi.But why?
"You seen a kid? Bit older than you, black shoulder-length hair"
Izuku eyes widened in realisation.They're looking for Juichi!? Why?Juichi seemed to realise he was being followed and immediately tried to escape, only for the other 2 thugs to block his path. Izuku watched as one of the thugs wrapped their arm around Juichi's shoulder and proceeded to make their way towards the exit.
The look on Juichi's face said everything.'This isn't gonna end well.'Taking one last glance around for Uraraka, Izuku took a deep breath and made his move.
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Kyushu grunted as he was thrown into the alleyway, knocking over a few trash cans on his descent.
"Long time no see." Sneered out the Gang leader, as he pulled his goggles over his eyes. Juichi knew who this man was, he ran with him for a bit.Nishi ShigLeader of 28th Bridge Gang. Quirk...Flashbang.
Kyushu quickly made his way back to his feet and wiped the trash off himself. Eyeing the gang of 4 that now had him cornered, he knew they were looking for him after what he did, how could he let himself get caught?!
"Where ya goingfreak?Home to recharge your batteries?" The smallest and scrawniest of the four replied, Kyushu grimaced at his blue mess of a haircut.Hase Homori,'Shit what was his Quirk again? He could regenerate or something...? Won't matter I remember it sucked.'
"Don't need a recharge, I got what I need right here." With a smirk Kyushu put his hand to the alleyway wall, his body turning to stone as he punched his fist into his palm, a loud crack ringing throughout the alleyway. " I believe you losers were just about to leave?"he did have plenty of juice left to spare from that arcade machine, but it's best he keeps that to himself right now.
Hase Homori took a step back, slightly shaken from the transformation. After all,he's seen what Juichi's capable of...
Nishi Shig looked unimpressed though, nodding his head towards the dark-skinned and largest of the group.Micki Hideko, Kyushu didn't know the name of his Quirk, but he knew one thing.
As Micki stepped forward, his body swelled even larger, his 6'3" frame growing into a hulking seven-foot monster. Kyushu clenched his fists, eyes narrowing as he glared up at the behemoth.
'Quirk? More like a big fat problem.'
Kyushu kept his voice steady. "How's the hideout, Shig? Still trashed from the last time I was there?" He knew getting under their skin was his best shot. Maybe, if he could rile them up enough, they'd slip up.
Nishi's face twisted with anger. "Yeah, and you're gonna pay for that. After we beat you into the pavement, Okuda here will give you a taste of his specialty."
Kyushu's eyes darted to Okuda Shoichi, the lanky gang member with green tube-like hair. Okuda squeezed one of the tubes, and a stream of acid sprayed onto the ground, hissing as it melted through the concrete.
'Crap. That stuff can eat through anything—including me.'
Slowly backing up Kyushu soon realised he was at a dead end. The gang smiled as they closed in, Nishi grinning to himself excited to finally get his revenge. "Even you can't take us all onfreak."
"But I can!"
'Huh!?'
Instantly all heads snapped towards the raspy voice they heard, looking on in confusion at the strange mutant-type Quirked individual standing before them.
Kyushu Juichi looked on in confusion and awe. 'Who the hell is this guy? A hero? And why does he look so familiar?!'
Hase Homori stared dumbfounded for a few seconds before breaking into a small chuckle. "Man if my Quirk made me that ugly I don't know what I'd do! Haha!"
Hase's chuckles slowly died down as he realised no one else was laughing. "Hehe..ehe...what's the matter?"
Nishi's eyes narrowed. "I've seen him. He's one of those vigilantes from the news."
Okuda's voice wavered. "He's part of a team, ain't he? Maybe we should bail before more of them show up."
"No!" Nishi snapped, trying to keep control. "We take this freak down, then we deal with Juichi!"
"Already ahead of ya!" Kysuhu yelled as he jumped up from behind before slamming his concrete fist into the back of Micki's Skull, the giant immediately falling to one knee. Kyushu left no time for recovery though as he followed up with a barrage of hooks, Micki crumpling to the floor trying to protect himself from the ground and pound.
"Micki!" Nishi turned around ready to use his Quirk and blind this punk only to be engulfed as a blue blur circled him and floated him up. A blood-curdling scream was all his fellow gang members could make out as he was engulfed by a mini-blue tornado. Only for it to suddenly stop, leaving nothing but a still blue raptor-like figure and their leader 12 ft in the air and on his way down, thankfully the lizard decided to break his fall by whacking him with his tail, flinging him straight against the wall.
The two remaining gang members shakily watched on as the dinosaur-like mutant now turned his direction onto them, before once again disappearing into a blew blur.
"Where'd he go!?" Was Hase's last words as a blue blur took him, only for him to reappear unconscious and slumped over next to the gang leader. Another zoom and Kyushu found himself pounding concrete as Micki's body was somehow moved from underneath him to next to the other unconscious gang members.
"Hey, I had him!" Kyushu complained.
The lizard suddenly appeared right next to him as a breeze of wind blew Kyushu's hair. "Had him? He was done and you were still beating on him!" His raspy voice stated.
"Welcome to street fighting."
XLR8 could only sweatdrop at the unbothered response.
"S-stay back!" The last standing member shrieked out, desperately squirting a pathetic circle of acid around him.
Kyushu's grin widened as he cracked his knuckles. "Ohhh no, you don't get off that easy, douchebag. I'm gonna enjoy this."
But before he could take another step, XLR8's clawed hand stopped him. "I'll handle him. You should bail."
Kyushu shot him a glare. "What? No way! I get to finish what I started!"
"I don't think it works like that."
"Whatever, just get out of my way."
"No chance!"
As the two bickered, Okuda seized the moment. "Hey, freaks!" he shouted, pointing behind them.
Instinctively, both Kyushu and XLR8 turned. Nishi was standing again, a cruel smirk on his face. "Gotcha."
FLAAAASH!
The alley was consumed by a blinding white light. Kyushu and XLR8 screamed, clutching their eyes. Blinded, disoriented, they stumbled around, vulnerable.
Kyushu Juichi knew he was in danger, his instincts screaming danger. At this point, Okuda was probably gonna spray his acid and melt his face off! Desperate times call for desperate measures. 'Sorry Lizard dude.'
Okuda and Nishi snickered victoriously as they watched the two stumble around like toddlers. Okuda realising what was about to happen had closed his eyes last second and therefore was fine. Looking to his boss and receiving a nod, they closed in on the two freaks, ready to end this with a good spray of acid.
"Cya freaks!"Okuda yelled out, clenching his hair tubes.
Only to freeze as he heard Juichi.
"Gotcha."
The crackle of electricity filled the alleyway instantly and everyone was shocked, electricity sprayed off Juichi like a broken electrical line. Nishi and Okuda yell in pain as their skin begins to smoke, XLR8's raspy scream of pain and body spasms show he isn't fairing much better.
As what feels like an eternity but is only a few seconds goes by, the surge of power suddenly stops. Everyone immediately slumps to the ground as only one remains standing, Juichi cackles to himself, finally opening his red-painted eyes as he states at his handy work. "Haha! Man, you guys weren't nothing! Can't believe I was afraid of you losers ahaha!"
He cackles to himself, clenching his gut as he lets it out, finally left with nothing but breathless chuckles as he comes to his senses. Looking down towards the burning lizard, he kinda feels guilty, the guy was just trying to help. Maybe he should help him?
Beep Beep Beep
"Huh?"
FLAAAASHHHHH
"GAHHHH What the fuck!?"Once again rubbing his stinging eyes, he looks towards the lizard furious as to why he would fucking do that, only to ... freeze?
Laying on the ground was no longer an intimidating blue raptor-like creature... but the funny green-haired kid from the arcade.
"Oh...shit."
Looking around at all the unconscious bodies Juichi knew he had to get out of there fast before they woke up. But something stopped him, something deep within his cold dark heart. If he leaves and they wake up before the green-haired kid he's dead for sure...
"Tsk, Damn'it!"
_
Pain...
"Ngh... Wh-what happened?" He groaned, rubbing his temples to ease the pounding headache. His eyes stung as if he'd been hit with sand, and as he blinked again, his blurry vision slowly came into focus.
He looked around, confused. "A... subway?" Izuku muttered. The place looked abandoned, its tile walls cracked and the flickering remnants of old lights casting weak shadows. But there was something off. This wasn't just some run-down station—someone had made this their home.
He shifted up from the torn couch beneath him, the springs creaking in protest. Three TVs were stacked on top of crates in front of him, each hooked up to a different gaming console. An entire arcade machine sat humming in the corner, the neon lights casting an eerie glow over the room. Whoever lived here had a serious gaming addiction.
Curiosity tugged at him as he stood, noticing a mini-fridge nearby. He cracked it open. Inside were a few cans of soda and a loaf of bread next to some packaged ham. He frowned. "Not exactly gourmet..."
As he closed the fridge, something else caught his eye—a large cloth draped over a section of the subway, depicting a sumo wrestler. It clearly hid another part of the hideout. He couldn't resist. Slipping around the corner, he lifted the cloth.
Izuku's eyes widened. "Woah... cool."
An old muscle car was parked there, though it was in pieces. The engine lay on the floor, the seats were ripped out, and half the parts were missing. It was clearly a project, one that had been abandoned—much like the subway itself.
"I know, right?" A smug voice chimed in.
Izuku jumped, tripping over his own feet. "AHHH!"
He spun around, clutching his chest. "I-it's you!"
"Yeah, again, I know." Kyushu stood there, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "You're welcome, by the way."
Izuku blinked, his mind racing to catch up. What had happened? His headache wasn't helping. "Wait... you saved me?"
Kyushu raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah. What, did you forget already?"
Realization slowly dawned on Izuku as the fog in his head cleared. "Oh... yeah. I must've been knocked out by those guys... Thank you!"
Kyushu waved him off. "Eh, no big deal. You did most of the work, lizard breath. I just dragged your unconscious butt back here."
Izuku froze. 'Lizard breath... He knows?!'
Kyushu rolled his eyes at Izuku's stunned expression. "Oh, relax. Your secret's safe with me, Mr. Vigilante."
Relief washed over Izuku, and he immediately bowed. "THANK YOU SO MUCH!"
Kyushu sweatdropped as Izuku's rapid-fire bows blurred in front of him. "Dude, seriously, it's fine..."
"So... what exactly happened?" Izuku asked, genuinely confused.
Kyushu rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "One of the gang members got lucky—hit you with a shot to the head. You were out cold. I chased them off and brought you here. Simple as that."NAILED IT!
"Woah... thanks!" Izuku looked around. "But... where exactly is 'here'?"
Kyushu grinned, spreading his arms wide. "Welcome to my crib! Pretty sweet setup, huh?"
Izuku's eyes swept over the shabby surroundings again. "You live here... alone? What about your parents?"
Kyushu's grin faltered for a second, his eyes narrowing. "Pfff, long gone." He quickly changed the subject. "So how long have you and your friends been doing this vigilante thing?"
Izuku could tell the topic of family was a sensitive one, so he didn't push. "Not long... Wait, what do you mean friends?"
Kyushu raised an eyebrow. "You know, the others. The fire guy, the fishy dude, and the crystal guy. Where are they? Shouldn't they be worried about you?"
'Oh, right. The media thinks I'm a team of vigilantes...' Izuku scratched his head. "Actually, I'm... all of them."
Kyushu's jaw dropped. "Whaaa?! No way! You're all of them?"
"Yeah, ehe..." Izuku chuckled awkwardly. 'Maybe I shouldn't have said that...'
But Kyushu was too busy being awestruck. "So you can turn into all those guys? That's insane!"
"Yeah, I can turn into 10 different transformations," Izuku explained. Holding his Watch up to Kyushu he explained a fake Quirk to him he had formed in the back of his mind in case he had ever been caught. "My Quirks called 'Omni DNA', I can morph my DNA. though I can't use it properly without my support item."
Kyushu looked on in interest, none the wiser to the fake explanation. "A watch? As a support item? What's it do?"
Izuku pulled his wrist back as Kyushu went to grab the Omnitrix. "On my own, my Quirk isn't strong enough to morph properly, but with my watch, it has presets for me to help me transform." Izuku popped the dial-up and showed Kyushu the silhouettes of his Alien transformations.
"Oh man that rocks! Show me what other guys you can morph into!" Kyushu excitedly asked.
Izuku hesitated. "It doesn't always work right... Sometimes I get the wrong transformation."
A mischievous smile crept across Kyushu's face. "Gimme it. Maybe I can fix it."
Izuku shook his head, pulling the Omnitrix farther out of reach. "Sorry, it's stuck on me."
Kyushu's momentary annoyance shifted to a grin as an idea struck him. "Say... you're new to this vigilante thing, right? Wanna get some practice?"
Izuku blinked in confusion. "Huh? Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea... A hero might catch us."
Kyushu raised an eyebrow. "Why would that matter? They can't do anything anyway."
Izuku frowned. "What do you mean? Vigilantism is illegal—they'll arrest me."
Kyushu sweatdropped. "Dude, haven't you been watching the news?" He pulled out an old, cracked phone and quickly opened a news video.
Izuku's jaw dropped as the report played on the screen.
"If you're a hero and spot one of the identified vigilantes, do not engage. Stay back and report it. Only SACT is authorized to deal with vigilantes."
Kyushu shut off the phone with a grin. "See? Even if heroes see you, they can't do anything! Let's go have some fun!"
Izuku's heart pounded as the reality sank in. "No, you don't get it... SACT is serious! They have a 100% success rate!"
Kyushu waved off the warning. "Tsk, so what? Didn't you beat Endeavour? What're they gonna do?"
Izuku hesitated. He had beaten Endeavour... "I... I don't know... What did you have in mind?"
Kyushu's grin widened. "You wanna be a hero, right? Help people? I know a place—lots of petty crime. Good practice! C'mon, just one patrol. You could save lives. You in?"
Izuku's mind raced, everything screaming at him that this was a bad idea. But... he couldn't turn his back on people in need. With a determined nod, he shook Kyushu's outstretched hand. "I'm in."
Kyushu smirked. "Perfect."
"S-so, where is it? Do we need to take the train?" Izuku asked hesitantly.
"Nah, we'll go tonight. That's when the real action starts." Kyushu's grin turned almost wicked. "But until then... I've got something else we can do."
Izuku gulped. That grin was anything but reassuring.
_
"Alright, man," Kyushu said, leaning back casually against a wall, but inside, he could barely contain his excitement. "Morph into something good, and let's get some quick practice in. I wanna know what I'm working with before we head out tonight."
Izuku nodded, glancing down at the Omnitrix. Alright... I need someone versatile. He started flipping through the dial. Four Arms? No... too big, I don't want to draw any more attention. Heatblast? What if it rains? His finger hovered over XLR8 for a moment. XLR8 could work...
But then he paused, his eyes shifting to Kyushu. If he was going to be working alongside Kyushu, he might need something a bit more... electric. And lucky for us, I've got just the guy.
With a flick of his wrist, Izuku slammed down the dial.
A burst of green light flashed, and Kyushu hissed, shielding his eyes. When the light faded, his jaw dropped.
Standing before him was Feedback, Izuku's one-eyed, energy-absorbing alien form. The sleek black-and-yellow alien stretched his limbs, confidence flowing through him as electricity crackled at his fingertips.
"Feedback! Ohhh yeah!" Izuku smirked, his voice echoing with alien confidence.
Kyushu burst out laughing, almost giddy. "Feedback, huh? You name them?"
Izuku grinned, showing off Feedback's sharp teeth. "It's fun!"
Kyushu's laughter grew louder. "Man, you're a riot! Alright, since you said you're still kinda new to this, I've got a few tests for us."
Izuku tilted his head in curiosity. "Tests?"
Kyushu nodded, a mischievous grin on his face. "Yeah, just a little warm-up. Let's see what you can do."
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"Coca-Cola!"
BZZZZ POP!
"Mountain Dew!"
BZZZZ POP!
"Pepsi!"
BZZZZ POP!
"Hahaha!"
Both Feedback and Kyushu burst into gleeful laughter as Kyushu tossed soda cans into the air, and Feedback zapped each one with a current of electricity, making them explode in mid-air like electrified fireworks.
Kyushu pulled out an old camera he had "borrowed" — well, more like stole — and began filming. He had convinced Izuku it was for "watch-back reasons," so they could learn from their mistakes as they went along. The camera zoomed in on a notebook with terrible handwriting and an alarming amount of spelling errors. The words "WARNING" were scrawled in big, red letters across the top.
'The following stunts are performed by a Vigilante! Do not try this at home like an idiot!'
Izuku, worried by the tone of the note, shifted nervously, especially when Kyushu added a menacing skull doodle under the warning.
TEST 1: SUPER STRENGTH
As the camera zoomed out, it caught Feedback aimlessly dancing to himself, clearly bored as he waited. His eyes widened when he noticed the camera was on him. "Oh, right!"
Walking over to one of the stone pillars in the subway, Feedback clenched his fist tightly, then launched a punch. The stone cracked slightly, but the pillar stayed standing firm. Meanwhile, Feedback shook his hand in pain. "OW OW OW OW!"
The camera cut to a shot of Feedback standing awkwardly, glancing around as a trickle of sweat slid down his face.
Kyushu's voice came from off-screen, "Dude, just change! This place is abandoned!"
Izuku sighed and dialed up the Omnitrix. With a flash, Feedback reappeared. Turning to the metal barrel in front of him, Feedback wrapped one of his long cables around it and swung it against the brick wall. The barrel crumpled like a tin can. Izuku looked back at the camera, laughing and pointing at himself. "Now that's more like it!"
TEST 2: FLIGHT
"This... is a bad idea," Feedback muttered, glaring down at Kyushu.
"Just do it!" Kyushu encouraged, standing by the skate ramp, way too excited. 'He's so dead,' he thought with a smirk.
Feedback sighed, positioning himself at the top of the ramp. "Okay, here goes nothing..." He sprinted down the ramp, gaining momentum, and then launched himself into the air. For a glorious moment, Feedback soared about 15 feet up.
Both boys' eyes widened.'I CAN FLY! / HE CAN FLY!'they thought simultaneously.
And then gravity kicked in.
Feedback hit the ramp with a loud THUD, skidding down the surface and landing in a heap at the bottom.
Kyushu winced. "You, uh, okay?"
TEST 3: DURABILITY
The scene cut to Feedback and Kyushu standing ready. Feedback was breathing heavily, bracing himself for what was coming. Kyushu absorbed the wall behind him, his body turning to stone.
"Alright, on three! One... NOW!" Kyushu swung his massive stone fist into Feedback's gut. Feedback doubled over, gasping for air, despite his durability.
The camera then showed Feedback swinging his tendrils at a nearby brick wall, the ends of them cracking the stone to show just how tough they were.
_
The screen cut to a new segment with Kyushu holding up a card that read,Laser Eye Test 1.
Izuku stood in front of a barrel, squinting hard, concentrating with all his might, trying to summon laser vision. After a few awkward moments of silence, he discreetly lifted his tail behind his back and zapped the barrel with electricity.
BOOM!
"Wooah, did you see that!?" Feedback cheered, but Kyushu only raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Nice try, man."
The next shot was of Feedback happily giving a thumbs-up before crouching down into a cardboard box. Next to him was another empty one. Kyushu held up the notebook again, this time readingTeleportation Test.
The camera cut to a brief glitch, and when it reappeared, the test had been crossed out, replaced with Secret Fire Immunity Test. The scene then cut to Kyushu squirting flammable liquid onto the box Feedback was crouched in, without Feedback's knowledge.
Once Kyushu was a safe distance away, he gleefully sparked a match and lit the liquid, watching as the flames engulfed the box. "Any second now... he'll break out... any second..."
Kyushu's grin faded as the flames grew higher.
Suddenly,BOOM! The box exploded, Feedback leaping out of the fire with a yelp, looking both confused and terrified.
Kyushu stood there, holding the now-empty bottle of fire starter. "Uh... I can explain?"
He spent the next few minutes running for his life as Feedback chased him, tendrils crackling with electricity.
"More powerful than a locomotive!" Kyushu said with excitement as the two of them stood atop an abandoned warehouse, trying to think of what else to test.
Izuku shot him a confused look. "A locomotive? What are you, an old prospector?"
Kyushu rolled his eyes. "Fine! Can leap tall buildings in a single bound?"
The two boys turned in unison to the skyline, their eyes settling on the skyscrapers.
The next scene showed Feedback standing outside a tall building, looking incredibly uncomfortable. A small crowd had gathered, watching with curiosity as one of the vigilantes from the news was about to do... something.
With a deep breath, Feedback took a running start. "Single bound!" Kyushu shouted.
Feedback launched himself into the air with all his might. The crowd gasped in amazement as he soared... for about 15 feet.
Then gravity took over, and he slammed face-first into a glass window, slowly sliding down as the horrified office workers inside screamed.
Much to Izuku's distress, Kyushu insisted they went to the mall to grab a bite. Whilst trying to ignore the confused stares and nervous glances at the Omnitrix symbol, Izuku decided he might as well practice his abilities.
BZZZ
"Your phone's charged."
"Wow!"
"Your phone's charged."
"Hey!"
"Your phone's charged."
"Thanks!"
Feedback smugly walked as he pointed his finger towards people on their phones as they walked past. Sending an electrical charge and powering the device up. A useful ability and helpful as well!
Kyushu himself was loving it, Izuku didn't seem to notice but most of the people's faces were freaking hilarious!
"You know what, you need like a mic-drop catchphrase whenever you do some cool shit."
Izuku turned to Kyushu eager. "I've been thinking the same thing! What about this, 'That'swhy you don't mess with electricity!'Boom!" Izuku said proudly, wiggling his plug-like fingers in Kyushu's face.
"Catchphrases must not be one of this transformation's abilities..." Kyushu deadpanned unimpressed.
"And your phone's charged."BZZZ "Well, you think you can do better?"
CRACKLE BZZZ POP
"WHAT THE HELL!?"A man yelled in rage as he turned towards the two teens, his phone smoking and obviously not in working condition.
"SCATTER!" Kyushu screeched before sprinting away.
"Hey wait up!" Izuku fumbled after him in a panic.
"You sure about this?" Izuku asked, glancing around nervously.
"Yeah, man, I do this all the time!" Kyushu replied casually.
"But... it's stealing," Izuku muttered, trying to ignore Kyushu's unimpressed glare.
"Dude... it's soda. Who cares?"
Sighing, Izuku dialed up the Omnitrix again. "Alright... Let there be LIGHT-NING!" A crackle of electricity sparked from Feedback's fingertips, hitting the vending machine.
The soda cans shot out like rockets, and both teens scrambled to grab as many as they could.
Ten minutes later, Feedback sat surrounded by a pile of empty soda cans, having drained most of them. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he bolted toward the bathroom. "How do I... oh, never mind."
The final scene cut to Kyushu zooming in with the camera, focusing on Feedback's rigid form as he awkwardly greeted a security guard outside a neon-lit building labeled 'Gentlemen's Club: The Booty Trap.'
Izuku stiffly turned toward the camera, his fake smile plastered on, before disappearing inside. Kyushu sighed enviously. "Free hot wings aswell? Man, not fair..."
A few minutes later, Feedback stumbled out with a box of wings. Kyushu was all over him. "What did you see?! Were there boobs?! Nipples?! Why aren't you talking?!"
Izuku stood there, slack-jawed, turning back to the club and then to Kyushu. "We're gonna need more money."
"What? You were in there for five minutes!"
"Dude, they were very convincing."
As the sun set, the two teens found themselves back at Kyushu's place, laughing and playing on his old gaming console.
"NOOO!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
"STOP, NO!"
"I'M NOT EVEN LOOKING! OHH!"
Izuku's character—a giant sumo—landed a crushing blow on Kyushu's blue-armored character, winning the match.
"EASY! Who's your winner? Me!" Izuku gloated as Kyushu groaned.
"Whatever, you were just button-mashing," Kyushu replied, but the grin on his face showed he didn't mind.
Izuku himself lets out a chuckle. "I gotta say Juichi...I had fun today."
"Well the fun's not over yet buddy!" Standing up Kysuhu stretched out. "It's time. Vigilante time!"
"Ehh... I prefer the term ... 'Hero Time!' " Izuku explained loudly before slamming the Omnitrix dial down.
_
Izuku hovered above the grimy streets of Nowāru as Stinkfly, his wings buzzing in the heavy air. Below him, Kyushu walked confidently through the dimly lit alleys, his face set in a determined scowl. Izuku couldn't help but grimace at the sight of cracked windows, graffiti-covered walls, and people huddled in corners, avoiding eye contact. Everything about this place screamed "stay away."
When his Omnitrix beeped, signaling a recharge, Izuku landed beside Kyushu, returning to his human form. They continued walking, the eerie silence of the streets amplifying the distant sounds of sirens and faint murmurs of people in hiding.
As they walked down the dark alley, Izuku couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He glanced at Kyushu, who was casually flipping a coin between his fingers.
"Hey, Juichi," Izuku began, his voice hesitant. "I've been meaning to ask... what exactly is your Quirk?"
Kyushu stopped mid-step, the coin flipping one last time before he caught it. A sly grin crept onto his face as he turned to face Izuku.
"Oh, that? It's called Osmosisous," Kyushu replied, his tone proud yet nonchalant.
"Osmosisous?" Izuku blinked. "What does it do?"
Kyushu leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Basically, I can absorb anything—stone, electricity, metal—you name it, and integrate it into my body. Makes me tougher, stronger... sometimes even lets me use the properties of whatever I absorb."
Izuku's eyes widened. "That's amazing! So, like when you turned to stone before, you absorbed it from the alley wall?"
Kyushu nodded, smirking. "Exactly. It's all about using what's around me. I can't exactly make stuff out of thin air, but give me something to work with, and I'm pretty much unstoppable."
Izuku's excitement grew. "That's incredible! I bet it has tons of potential in a fight!" Kyushu smirked nodding his head as theteo continued their walk, before they made their way finally out the alleyway.
Kyushu clapped a hand on Izuku's shoulder with a crooked grin. "Welcome to Nowāru. The crappiest place in Japan."
Izuku glanced around uneasily. The whole area reeked of desperation, decay, and danger. "Yeah... I can see that," he muttered, sidestepping a broken bottle on the sidewalk.
Kyushu let out a dry chuckle, a fleeting sadness crossing his face before he shook it off. "Don't worry, we'll find something soon. This place always has action. And speaking of which, maybe you should think about transforming again. Just in case."
Izuku opened his mouth to protest—what were the odds of running into trouble that quickly?
"AHHHHHH!"
Or not.
Izuku and Kyushu exchanged a glance before sprinting toward the scream. As they got closer, the streets seemed to empty out, the few people around quickly scattering. The scream had come from a nearby playground, its rusted swings creaking in the wind.
Ahead, a man was struggling to yank a handbag from a woman, who was refusing to let go despite his best efforts.
"Perfect timing!" Izuku grinned, glancing at his wrist as the Omnitrix dial lit up. "It's hero time!"
With a flash of green, Izuku transformed into Feedback. Wasting no time, he sprinted forward, his electric cables crackling with energy. Kyushu followed behind, a laugh of excitement escaping him as his skin turned to stone, absorbing the ground beneath him.
"Told ya we'd find some action!" Kyushu called out, but blinked in surprise as Feedback shot ahead and tackled the man to the ground effortlessly. "It's already over?" Kyushu muttered, a little disappointed.
Feedback stood over the groaning man, raising a fist, ready for more resistance. But instead, the man whimpered and squirmed, clearly in pain.
"Uh... were you the one screaming?" Feedback asked, turning to the woman.
The brunette looked at him in confusion. "No, that was him. I pepper-sprayed him," she said flatly, holding up the canister for emphasis.
Feedback coughed awkwardly, trying to recover. "Uh... good thinking! Smart move!" He grabbed the mugger by the collar, pulling him up. "Alright, listen up, buddy. Time to give this nice old lady her purse back!"
The woman's eyebrows shot up. "Nice old lady? The hell? I'm your age, and i dont need my purse back becausei didn'tLEThim take it."
Feedback's confidence faltered as he fumbled for a response. "R-right! Sorry about that. It's just... well, you're really on top of things, so I thought... uh... yeah." His awkward laugh echoed in the awkward silence as the woman's face flushed with irritation.
"I'M NOT OLD, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she snapped, her face growing redder.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Feedback held up his hands, trying to calm her down. "I just meant you handled it really well! You didn't need me to stop this guy... uh, lesson learned?"
Kyushu, who had been watching with amusement, finally stepped forward, grinning like a cat. "HIS NAME IS FEEDBACK!" he announced dramatically, pointing at Izuku. "Hero to the people! With the power of lightning and thunder!"
"Uh, it's more like just electricity, no thunder," Feedback muttered.
"Whatever!" Kyushu waved it off.
The woman, clearly unimpressed, crossed her arms. "Feedback, huh? Do you know this... guy?" she asked, pointing at Kyushu.
Kyushu smirked, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm his partner," he said confidently, before Feedback could respond. "We're a team!"
"Partner?" Izuku blinked. "Uh, yeah, sure! Partner... friend... sidekick—"
Kyushu elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Partner."
Izuku winced. "Right. Partner."
The mugger, who had been recovering from the pepper spray, made a desperate move. His quirk activated, a large spike sprouting from his elbow as he swung it wildly at Feedback. Acting on instinct, Feedback's cables surged with electricity, sending a powerful shock through the mugger's body. The man was launched back into a pile of trash cans, crashing down hard and groaning as he lost consciousness.
For a moment, everyone stood in stunned silence.
Then Kyushu burst out laughing. "Hah! Should've stayed down, loser! That was awesome!" He slapped Feedback on the back. "Your electric powers are almost as cool as mine. Almost."
Izuku barely had time to process the praise before the woman, now pale and shaking, pulled some cash out of her pocket. "I didn't see anything. I don't know what just happened. Just don't hurt me. Please!"
"What?!" Izuku's eyes went wide in panic. "Wait, I'm not a villain—"
"THANK YOU, MA'AM!" Kyushu interrupted, snatching the cash out of her hand with a gleeful grin. "For your generous donation."
As the woman ran off into the night, Izuku looked helplessly at Kyushu, who was now counting the money.
"But she thinks I'm a—wait, how much did we get?"
"Seventy-three bucks!" Kyushu declared triumphantly, waving the cash.
Izuku blinked in disbelief. "That's... actually kinda awesome."
The Omnitrix beeped loudly, signaling the end of Izuku's transformation. In a flash of red light, he returned to his human form, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Don't look so mopey, man," Kyushu said, grinning as he held up the money. "We stopped a bad guy, saved the girl, and we're seventy-three dollars richer! Not bad for a night's work!"
Izuku couldn't help but smile a little. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Kyushu's grin widened. "And I've got an idea on how we can make even more!"
Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"
"Nah, trust me. It's gonna be fun."
_
A cashier for the gas station sat on her phone bored as she tried to stay away during the night shift. She had fair skin with purple shortish hair. She seemed young, her outfit consisting of a black jacket with green sleeves, a black and turquoise skirt, grey tights, and black knee-high boots. Most peculiar was the wire earphone-like attachments from her ears. All with a name card on her chest with the name 'Jirou'on it.
"Another boring night... Can't believe my parents made me get this dumb part-time job" Her mood only worsened when theDINGnoise was made. "Great.. a customer."
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Her eyebrow raised as she finally looked up from her phone and at the customer.
FourArms stood with all his height and might as he summoned his courage.
"I'd like to purchase some of your finest beer please." FourArms gave his best smile, attempting to imitate All Might's face.
His smile slowly fell through as the cashier stared him up and down with the most deadpan stare he'd ever received. Before finally pointing to the left where the liquor was.
FourArms gave a nod before stiffly waddling away, Kyushu appearing behind him as he moved out of the way. Kyushu gave a wink to the cashier as he followed behind his red behemoth of a friend, whistling awkwardly.
Unbeknownst to them, however, the cashier recognised FourArms from the news. They were none the wiser to her opening her phone and calling a certain number.
Meanwhile, our heroes stood staring blankly at the selection of alcohol having the littlest clue what to get.
FourArms finally broke. "I don't know about this Juichi, we don't even have a fake ID! If my mother finds out..." His hands clenched as nerves got to him.
"Fake ID? Look at you, You are the fake ID! And C'mon you snuck into a strip club today but you draw the line at beer?" Kyushu asked in disbelief.
"They had free chicken wings!"
Kyushu laughed at the absurdity of his friend.
The cashier finished her call, as she turned her phone off and kept a close eye on them. To close she didn't notice who just entered the store until it was too late.
"EVERYTHING IN THE REGISTER NOW!"
"C'MON, WE DON'T HAVE TIME! GO"
"WE WANT IT ALL!"
The two teens snapped their attention to the new customers. Two men with ski masks and puffy hoodies on stood with guns pointed at the shaking girl.
Kyushu touched the ground as he absorbed the tiles. Not the most durable but they'll get the job done.
FourArms eyes narrowed as within just a few steps he had already caught their attention. "How about we put the guns away and do this like real men!"
As you'd expect, one of the masked men stepped back in surprise at the behemoth of a man threatening him and pointed his gun towards the giant's head.
Acting fast Izuku snatched it from his hand with his bottom right hand, smiling triumphantly at his success. However, the smile vanished fast as his friend pulled out his gun and pointed it towards him.
"DUDE LOOK OUT!"
BANG
Everyone froze as FourArms hunched in on himself as the bullet hit his abdomen. Even the thief looked a bit shocked he just shot someone.
TAP
The bullet that was supposed to be inside Izuku right now bounced off the ground, the bullet flattened from its contact against FourArms thick thorn-like skin. In disbelief at what just transpired, everyone watched as FourArms lifted his shirt a bit and looked where the bullet hit him.Nothing but a light bruise...
izuku looked slackjaw towards Kyushu who had a wicked smile growing on his face. "BULLET IMMUNITY!"
"I'm bulletproof!" Izuku said astonished. God, he was happy he didn't go XLR8 like he was planning on going.
Kyushu found this too entertaining as he pulled out his phone and recorded. "Shoot him again!"
"What?" Muffled out one of the thugs in surprise.
FourArms handed him back the gun. "Yeah! Here! Both of you guys, go to town!" Stepping back he raised his arms to his side offering himself.
The two thugs looked at each other in confusion before shrugging their shoulders and unloading their clips into FourArms.
BANG
BANG
"HAHA AIM FOR HIS FACE!" Kyushu yelled out loving every second.
BANG
BANG
CLICK
CLICK
Fourarms opened his eyes, a bit sore but otherwise fine. Making eye contact with Kyushu they both broke into laughter.
"Hahaha! Ohhhh man..." His eyes suddenly narrowed as the thugs felt their spines shiver. "You're dead."
"AHHHH!"
SMASH
A couple walked past watching in confusion as the criminals smashed through the glass and landed on the ground roughly.
DING
"Sorry about your window! But you're welcome for not getting robbed!" FourArms yelled out as he held a six-pack of beer. Grabbing a beer he flicked the cap off with the pure strength of his thumb, handing it to Kyushu.
"To fighting bad guys!" Grabbing his own he and Kyushu tapped their bottles together before both taking a deep swift of the forbidden nectar.
"SPFFFF!!"
"BLEHHH! EWWW!"
"That taste okay..." Izuku said hesitantly before taking another swig. "SPFFFF! Nope, that tastes like actual vomit."
Another awkward shopping spree later the two left the store giggling as FourArms arms were carrying a bundle of junk food and snacks.
Kyushu himself chowing down on a bag of beef jerky. "You know if you eat too much beef jerky, it can burn a hole in your stomach."
"Worth it."
"Probably not you though, this guy's stomach is probably bulletproof as well haha!"
FourArms sweatdropped. "Probably..."
Kyushu smiled as a woman walked past. "Yo, what's up? We're heroes." The woman ignored him even as he aggressively winked in her direction.
"Yeah, his name's Mighty Boy, named after his hero All Might!" FourArms shoehorned in, much to Kyushu's annoyance.
"What? No, it's not, that's not my name" Kyushu watched as the woman walked into the store. "We should hang out sometime!"
The two boys carried on laughing to themselves enjoying their spoils, as it died down though, Izuku couldn't help but ask a question that's been bugging him for a while now.
"I don't get it. We've been here half an hour and already stopped 2 crimes..where are the heroes? I haven't seen one since we've come here." Izuku asked as looked around the shady block.
Kysuhu himself couldn't help but laugh bitterly. " Don't you get it? The fans, the glory, the news articles and media, the FAME!" Kyushu laughs bitterly after Izuku wasn't getting it with his first few examples. "It's all about fame! A hero's success depends on their fame and popularity. So, a rundown city where the only people suffering are losers dying from drugs and starvation is not exactly a hopping place for a pro hero to thrive in."
Izuku's eyes slowly widen as the sad reality dawns on him. "So heroes don't come here because it doesn't benefit them...and the Villians benefit by being able to do whatever they want here."
Kyushu nods, clapping his hands together "Now you're getting it, buddy!"
POOF
POOF
Izuku and Kyushu barely had time to react as they were slammed against a rough brick wall, pinned down by nets of crackling energy. Both teens let out startled screams, the force knocking the wind from their lungs. Kyushu grunted, grabbing at the energy net that held him. With a grin, he absorbed it, his body glowing briefly before the net dissolved around him, freeing him.
"Heh, thanks for the power boost," Kyushu cackled, his energy surging.
Suddenly, a blinding spotlight beamed down on them from above, the unmistakable sound of helicopter blades thundering in the night. Before they could react further, a military-grade 4WD roared onto the scene, skidding to a halt in front of them. The massive vehicle bore the bold letters:SACT.
Izuku's stomach dropped. His heart raced with dread. Not them.
"JUICHI, RUN!" FourArms roared, urgency in his voice.
Kyushu froze, unsure. "But—"
"GO! I'll be fine!" Izuku bellowed.
With a growl of frustration, Kyushu gave Izuku one final, uncertain look before bolting down a nearby alleyway. The spotlight from the helicopter immediately swung to follow him, intent on tracking his every move.
Izuku's blood boiled. "Oh no you don't!" With a mighty roar, FourArms flexed his enormous muscles, tearing the energy bindings from the wall. The crumbling bricks fell around him as he glared up at the helicopter, which began to accelerate after Kyushu.
"QUADRUPLE CLAP!"
Izuku brought all four massive hands together with a deafening BOOM, sending a shockwave through the air. The force hit the helicopter like a freight train, causing it to spin wildly in the air, its searchlight wavering as the pilot struggled to regain control.
Kyushu grinned as the light finally left him, vanishing into the shadows of the alley.
FourArms landed with a heavy thud, the ground cracking beneath his feet, leaving a small crater in his wake. He winced, realizing the destruction he'd caused. Great, now they're really gonna think I'm a villain.
The door to the military vehicle swung open with a mechanical hiss. Stepping out was a man Izuku recognized immediately, and fear twisted in his gut. Lieutenant Steel.
Lieutenant Steel's gaze locked onto Izuku as he activated his comms. "Forget the kid. All eyes on big red and ugly," he said, never once breaking eye contact with the Tetramand. His voice was calm, calculating, and dripping with authority. He moved toward Izuku with the confidence of someone who had done this hundreds of times before.
The spotlight circled around FourArms as he held up all four of his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Look, I don't want to fight! Just let me go—I'm not who you think I am!"
Steel stopped just a few feet away, his face expressionless. "You're smarter than the others we've caught. Surrender now, and HQ will deal with you."
Izuku took a step forward, desperation in his voice. "You don't understand, I can't—"
CRUNCH.
Without warning, Steel launched himself forward, his entire body shimmering as it transformed into a sleek, shining metal mid-air. His head collided with FourArms' chest in a brutal headbutt, sending Izuku stumbling backward.
"If you're not surrendering, there's only one way this goes," Steel growled, his entire form now fully metal, shining under the spotlight. He cracked his knuckles, adopting a fighter's stance. His steely eyes dared Izuku to make a move.
Do I run?Izuku thought, his mind racing. No, I can't. I won't be able to lose them, not if I time out. I've got no choice but to fight.
With a deep breath, Izuku clenched his fists, his resolve hardening.I have to fight.
Roaring with fury, FourArms lunged at Steel, throwing a powerful downward punch. Steel was quick, sidestepping the blow as FourArms' fists embedded themselves into the concrete, cracks spiderwebbing out from the impact. Steel countered immediately, driving an uppercut into Izuku's jaw and following it up with a sharp elbow to his temple.
Izuku staggered, blood trickling from a small cut above his eyes where the metal elbow had struck. But the pain didn't stop there. Steel's next attack came fast—a brutal kick to FourArms' calf. The sharp impact reverberated up Izuku's leg, but he grit his teeth and powered through it.
Steel wasn't done. A barrage of hooks snapped FourArms' head sideways, each punch landing with precision. Izuku growled in frustration, tired of being on the receiving end.
With a surge of anger, FourArms slammed his foot into the ground, the force cracking the earth beneath them. Steel stumbled, his footing thrown off balance. Izuku seized the moment, grabbing Steel's arm with his upper right hand and yanking it aside, opening him up for a devastating left hook.
CRACK.
The impact echoed through the block like a gunshot. Steel's entire body vibrated from the force of the punch, his nose bending awkwardly as he flew through the air, crashing into the side of his vehicle with a deafeningSMASH.
One of the soldiers rushed to his side. "Sir! Are you alright?"
Steel waved him off, spitting a glob of blood onto the ground as he slowly stood up, his body returning to its human form. Despite his clearly broken nose, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Bring out the concussion bazookas," he ordered, wiping blood from his face.
FourArms' heart skipped a beat.The WHAT!?
Two SACT soldiers rushed forward, one carrying a massive, battery-powered weapon while the other hefted a large pack strapped to his chest. Several more soldiers circled FourArms, all of them pointing identical weapons at him.
Izuku's mind raced as he watched them set up, panic rising in his chest. What are they—
"Fire," Steel said calmly, his eyes never leaving Izuku's.
All at once, the soldiers fired. Blinding beams of yellow energy shot from their weapons, converging on FourArms. In a split second, a fiery explosion engulfed him, the force of the blast lighting up the night sky. The ground shook as the impact reverberated through the street.
BOOOOOM!!!!
Lieutenant Steel watched as the massive outline of the figure collapsed through the smoke, his sharp eyes barely able to make it out. But he was sure. The job was done.
"Grab him, boys," Steel ordered, his voice steady.
The black ops team moved forward, their weapons raised as they approached the smoke-covered area where the red monster had fallen. But before they could reach it, the ground began to tremble, and a new noise—like a jet engine—roared to life above them.
"Back up!" one of the soldiers shouted as they all instinctively pointed their guns toward the sound.
Steel's gaze sharpened, his body tensing for another fight. Then, out of nowhere, a ship materialized, shimmering into view as its cloaking technology deactivated.
"Cloaking tech," Steel muttered, his expression twisting into a sneer. "Damn aliens."
He signaled his men to keep their aim steady, ready to fire at a moment's notice. But then the ship's ramp slowly descended, revealing the last person Steel wanted to see.
"Of course… you," Steel growled through clenched teeth.
Standing on the ramp, casually waving with a wide smile, was the most intelligent being on the planet.
"Hello! Am I a mouse? A dog? A bear? Who knows!" Nezu chirped, his voice playful as ever.
Steel's annoyance was palpable. Nezu, the principal of UA High and the Magister of Earth's Plumbers, outranked Steel—and that rank grated on him.
"Magister Nezu," Steel said, barely containing his irritation. "What do you want? We're in the middle of something here."
Nezu's eyes gleamed as he bowed slightly, ever polite. "Oh, my deepest apologies for the intrusion, Lieutenant Steel! How rude of me. But I have orders from the Council to take custody of the Tetramand you're after."
Steel's jaw tightened. "We've got this under control. Perhaps you'd like some help bringing him in?"
Nezu waved a paw dismissively. "No need! My team is already retrieving him as we speak. Thank you for your efforts, Lieutenant, but this matter is now under Plumber jurisdiction."
Steel's fist clenched at his side, anger flashing in his eyes. He forced himself to remain composed. "He's all yours, sir. Boys, let's move out."
The black ops team hesitated for only a moment before obeying Steel's command, retreating toward their vehicles. Steel shot one final glance at Nezu before turning to leave, his frustration evident.
As the SACT unit departed, heavy footsteps approached Nezu from behind.
"Is he alright?" Nezu asked without turning, recognizing the familiar presence. "I trust your new apprentice isn't too banged up… Tetrax?"
Tetrax sighed heavily as he stepped onto the ramp. "He's lucky we got here when we did. He was out cold when we found him—back in his human form. Gluto's taking care of him now." His voice lowered, dark with concern. "I don't even want to think about what would've happened if Steel figured out that kid's got the Omnitrix."
Nezu finally turned to face him, his small black eyes thoughtful. "Steel won't be getting his hands on that device anytime soon, I assure you. My concern lies elsewhere. The boy who was with him… where is he?"
Tetrax frowned. "The other one?"
Nezu nodded, crossing his arms behind his back. "Young Midoriya has been seen with another individual—various times, in fact. City cameras, phone recordings… that's how I tracked him before SACT got involved. Unfortunately, we arrived a bit late."
Tetrax glanced around at the cracked streets, now eerily silent save for the distant wail of police sirens. "The other kid must've gotten away. We don't have time to search for him now."
"We don't," Nezu agreed, his voice tinged with regret. "But this isn't the last we'll hear of him. We'll keep an eye out."
Tetrax gave a curt nod before closing the ship's ramp. As he moved toward the cockpit, he activated the cloaking ray, the ship vanishing from sight as it lifted into the night sky.
Inside the ship, Nezu sat quietly, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Izuku. Gluto's gelatinous form slathered over the boy, carefully tending to his wounds. Nezu's gaze softened, his mind drifting as memories flickered behind his dark eyes.
The bruises on Izuku's face and body told a clear story: Lieutenant Steel had not held back. The boy's inexperience had left him vulnerable, despite his formidable strength. Nezu's attention shifted to the Omnitrix on Izuku's wrist. The most powerful weapon in the universe… now bound to a boy born without any power of his own.
Nezu's lips curled into a small smile.I wonder... he thought, watching the Omnitrix's faint glow.What will you, a boy who was once powerless, do with the most powerful weapon in the galaxy?
His eyes lingered on Izuku's peaceful, battered face.
Where will your dreams take you… Izuku Midoriya?