Previously on 'Into the Dekuverse! A Hawaiian (Get)away! (Part I)'

"Please, you have to hide me," said the boy.

"What's going on…" Izuku paused. The boy, too, stared at him as well.

"Why do you look like me," asked the boy.

"Why do you look like me," asked Izuku.

"What's your name," asked the boy.

"Izuku! Your name," asked Izuku.

"Izuku," answered the boy.

"Oh, dear," said the duo.

We now continue onto 'Into the Dekuverse! A Hawaiian (Get)away! (Interlude)'

Izuku Midoriya knew that Auntie Mitsuki didn't drug him enough that he wasn't seeing doubles. Realistically enough that he has both mother-daughter Bakugo's pregnant. To add to this crazy fray, there is another Izuku in the mix?

"Who are you," asked Izuku?

The boy who appeared timid, holding onto the hems of his shirt pointed to Izuku. "As I told you, my name is Izuku Midoriya."

"How can you be Izuku Midoriya if I am Izuku Midoriya?"

The boy rubbed through his green hair as he pondered on the question. He snapped his fingers. "Okay, let's start with the trivial? Birthday?"

"July 15th," answered the duo.

"Nah, too easy," they said at the same time.

Izuku thought of a question. "Who is the greatest superhero of all time?"

"Pro Hero All Might, of course," answered the boy.

"Yep! Yep! He helped us…"

"...get into UA High," answered the boy as he completed Izuku's sentence.

Izuku nodded accordingly. "Now to think of it, I did mention us." He was pondering on personal questions. "If you are really Izuku, where do you keep your…."

"That device you call a Fifi? Under the bed next to your ebony and interracial magazines that you put in a folder until the subject - Investigation: Discovery!"

Spot on! Even on how I would say it! Another question!

"Mirror on the wall, who is the wicked bitch of all?" It wasn't a real question but just wanted to be certain if this was really a clone or something.

"Quite a redundant question," interjected the boy.

"How so?"

"You only curse when it is necessary. Plus, we don't say bitch. It's mean and disrespectful," said the boy.

"Okay. I must admit, you are definitely me to a tee." Izuku was observing. While doing so, the other Izuku was doing the same patterns.

"Wow, I look good," said the duo. "If I could...Nah!"

"Izuku, baby! What is taking so long?" Izuku turned from the other Izuku when hearing Auntie Mitsuki calling his name from the bedroom. "My kitty wants to play with you. Where are you, my little puss-puss?!"

The other Izuku raised his eyebrow. More out of bewilderment than anything. "What on Bumbleby-Knightshade-Dragonslayer planet is going on in there? Is that Auntie…"

Izuku stammered as he motioned the other Izuku to remain silent. "Just talking to the bellman, Auntie. It won't be long."

"Please, sweetie!" Izuku could hear the pleasing moans coming from the bedroom.

Izuku whispered to the other Izuku to discuss their "discovery" outside of the hotel room.

The other Izuku watched as Izuku slowly closed the door behind him. He was trying his best not to sound any alarms. It was good enough that Mitsuki and Katsuki got him. He couldn't imagine another him into their fray.

"Hey, Izuku," said the other Izuku. "What's going on?"

Izuku rubbed his head nervously. "It's a long story." Izuku observed the tattered t-shirt, the scratch marks from the other Izuku's shirt, and the necklace. "Something tells me you are one-in-the-same." He showcased his hickies.

"Listen, are you hungry," asked the other Izuku. "I need something to rid the taste of raw oyster."

Izuku and the other Izuku were pondering on that thought. Where could they go that the "significant others" wouldn't be caught dead being at?

By the way, since we are both Izukus, I will go by Deku. You can go by Izuku!

You are too modest! I can be Deku! You can be Izuku!

I insist! I can take the name!

You are too charming! I will go by Deku!

Sometime (and after 40-50 name preferences) later…

It was a busy Saturday morning at the Denny's, next to the beach, when the brown-skinned waitress began her shift. With a drink of coffee and orange juice in her system for an energy boost, she was ready to start the day. Welcoming her friendly demeanor as she entered the room of scraping plates and busy conversation, she started off her first her customers of the day.

There he was. A sweet-looking emerald-haired teen as he scanned the menu. Judging by his demeanor and mannerisms, she knew he had to be a foreigner. Thanks to her background in foreign studies, the waitress was equipped with any language a customer demanded.

"Greetings! Welcome to Denny's," said the waitress with a friendly smile on her face. It was safe to assume he was Japanese since his passport was lying beside the menu. The teen had a delay of response before turning his doe eyes to the waitress. She wanted to melt as if she had a child then that was the one that she wanted to dote and to love. Internally, she calmed herself down. She was going to excite herself. She reminded herself that this was a place of business, not a place of pleasure. However, she did make a mental note to ask if he was staying at a nearby hotel. Or was he accompanied by a parent?

She had to check. No way she was going to jail again for being a victim of circumstance.

"Oh, how do you do?" She was relieved that the teen was speaking English. She loved how soft-spoken he was. It reminded her of a skittish kitten. She kept her composure as she wanted to see if he was ready to order. "Is there anything you would like to have for breakfast or do you need more time?"

"Do you have any baked goods to eat," asked the emerald-haired teen.

She placed her pen to her lip. "Well, we do offer croissants, pancakes, waffles, cinnamon rolls."

He interjected her when hearing the latter. "Cinnamon rolls. Any specials on that."

The waitress licked her lips as she pondered on the specials. If it wasn't for being a friendly establishment, then she would like to have a taste of him right then and there. "Well, today, we are offering a pumpkin spice-glazed cinnamon roll."

"Pumpkin spice?"

"Hmm," she answered gingerly. "Well, it is a bit different than the traditional glaze. So it is an acquired taste." She licked her lips once more, hoping to incite the teen subtle hints.

"Since I am hungry and I haven't gotten a chance to breathe," he sneezed as he excused himself. "I mean have eaten, I would like to have a plate of that pumpkin spice cinnamon roll." He closed the menu, presenting a friendly, childish smile. "And a glass of iced tea if you please."

Who is this tender baked good?

As she pondered on rather or not to give him her phone number, the sound of the toilet flushing interrupted her when she saw another gentleman leaving the restroom. Upon sight, her heart skipped a beat. Emerald hair, flushed cheeks, meek and timid doe eyes. It was as if she had watched an angel coming to receive her. Instead, the individual approached Izuku and sat next to him.

Twins?

Delightful!

"Shall I make that two pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls?"

"Yes," said both of the emerald-haired teens.

She placed her hands on her hips, surprised and at the same time aroused. "Are you guys twins?"

"Yes," said the boys. They stared at each other as they blushed.

"No." They did it again.

"Yes."

"No!"

"Well, it's complicated."

If she wasn't working at this job to support herself through college, then she would have attacked them on the spot. They sound alike, they were blushing alike. She wondered if she could make them kiss. She shook away those thoughts as she whisked away to the back with their orders.

And possibly a bathroom break followed by a cigarette break.

"Thanks for ordering, Izuku," said the bathroom-exiting teen who was sporting a blue t-shirt and blue shorts. He tried to cover his necklace but was too tight to move.

"No problem, Izuku," said Izuku. This particular Izuku was sporting a red t-shirt and green shorts. He was sporting a scarf around his neck for obvious reasons.

"So, let me clarify this so we won't confuse ourselves," said the Red t-shirt wearing Izuku. "You're telling me that you are Izuku and you are on 'vacation' with Momo's mother?"

"That's right," replied the Blue t-shirt Izuku. "And you are Izuku but from a place where Katsuki's a girl?!"

"That's correct," said Red t-shirt Izuku.

Blue Izuku took the glass of water as he cringed to think that Izuku and Katsuki were a couple. He tried to evade any thoughts of the spiky-haired blonde developing feelings for him. "So, this vacation of yours isn't...consensual, right?"

"Right. I am going to say that yours isn't either, right," asked Red Izuku.

Blue Izuku shook his head in agreement. "I was taken by force by Momo's mother after a crazy list of events happened at the karaoke bar back home."

Red Izuku nodded in agreement. "Same, Katsuki's mother took me and here I am in paradise." He lowered his chin as he put his two fingers together. "And a father to be."

"Whoa," exclaimed Red Izuku. "You are about to be a father?"

"Hmm, hmm," answered Blue Izuku. "To both Katsuki's and Mitsuki's babies."

Red Izuku called for the nearest waitress. "Waiter, a cup of ginger ale and some antacids please."

"Hey, that's my girlfriend you are retching about!"

"Sorry but Katsuki. Really?"

"I couldn't imagine the heartache for Shouto."

"What about Ochako?"

"In my universe, she and I are just friends!"

"What!? Ochako is...was my crush in my universe," said Red Izuku. "Until I was forced by Momo to announce our love in front of the classroom. It broke Ochako's heart." He lowered his head. "Poor Ochako!"

Blue Izuku patted the other Izuku's arm. "Don't worry yourself, man. The bottom line is this! We are in positions of being linked by our lovers." He scanned the area. Although he felt he was in a safe zone. He could never be too careful. If he knew like the other Izuku knew, the girls were onto their scent as they speak.

"So, what are we going to do," asked Red Izuku.

"I am not sure. I just hope to the dear author to think of something," replied Blue Izuku.

Meanwhile….

There was a couple who were visiting Hawaii who decided to head to a private hangar at a private airport. The guy knew the owner of the hangar and promised him a discount for a private airplane ride.

"Wow, didn't think that Winchester was nice enough for him to check out his father's hangar," said the Faunus.

"True. But, we have respect for each other now. At least we can have some time to ourselves," said the blonde teen.

The main hangar was huge. Perhaps this was where the Cessna was kept when it wasn't in use. The roof was a great curve of corrugated iron. One wall slid back to allow access to the launch site. There were various pieces of machinery and a few oil drums scattered around, but otherwise, the hangar was bare.

"This is a huge hangar," whistled the brunet Faunus. "Winchester wasn't lying about his earnings."

The teen nodded his head. "Yeah, let's hope he isn't lying about our discount."

"Relax, sweetie. You know I got you covered."

"C'mon, B. Let me take care of you!"

"Don't be sensitive, J. Let me take care of you."

As the teens were about to kiss, they were noticing something coming from the sky.

"What is that," asked the Faunus worriedly.

"I am not sure," replied the blond. "Whatever it is, it is going fast."

The teens watched as the object was getting faster and faster. When seeing it closely, they realized that it was a commercial jet.

"Oh, my God! It is coming at us!"

To be continued….

"Ladies and gentleman, this is your NEW captain speaking. Captain Queen Explosion Murder! Please hold onto your dear life as we make a crash landing. In case of an emergency, please read the...fuck it. Just hold on for dear life! I am coming, Deku! I am coming, my love! I AM COMING, YOU BAKA!

To be continued...for real this time!