Not your ordinary weekend. Not your ordinary dark comedy. Can Izuku survive the weekend with these two beautiful, alluring, (maybe) dangerous females? Find out in this chapter of Izuku's Mothers. Enjoy! As a reminder, this is a work of fiction. The author doesn't encourage and/or endorse any of the content presented in this chapter. Enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon in the quaint Tokyo suburb as the happy-go-lucky Izuku was pacing to get to the arcade. It was meeting spot where he promised Katsuki, Ochako, and Shouto. This wasn't the first time the emerald-haired teen was to be late. His mother always badgering him on his tardiness to meet his friends.

'Icchan! You need to learn how to get to your spots on time.' The impatient mother told him as she was couponing at the kitchen table. Izuku was scrambling to find a shirt to wear. 'You always stay up playing your video games and end up sleeping past your wake up time. That is not good, young man'

'Sorry, Mom.' Izuku's sincerity as melted the housewife's heart. He couldn't help it, she had told herself many times before. Her poor Izuku. Always distracted by something in his young troublesome mind.

He stretched his arms as he exposed his gear to the meeting spot - a red t-shirt with blue jeans. 'How do I look, Mom?'

She put down the scissors. 'Like you, kids would say, yeet!'

His glowing smile filled the room as he ran to embrace his mother. He pecked her on the cheek. 'Love you, mother!' She returned his kisses with Eskimo kisses. 'Mother loves you more and then some.' She patted him on his back. 'Have fun!'

He grabbed his keys and ran out of the door. Being the typical doting mother, she yelled out to him as he ran out. 'Watch out for cars!'

'Yes, Mom!'

'Head straight to the meeting place!'

'Yes, Mom!'

'Oh, and please, Icchan, don't get distracted on the way there.'

'I won't, Mom.'

Inko prayed to the gods that her feeble, naive boy would listen. She wasn't going to go through another episode of that again. She didn't have the money or the heart to buy weapons. Izuku has to learn the meaning of the word, no.

He had arrived at the meeting spot. The old-fashioned arcade right beside the golden statue of Sachiko the Dog. Super Smash Bros. was calling his name as he promised himself that he was going to beat the high score. Then he would laugh at Katsuki for beating his score. They would go to the karaoke and drink bar, sing songs and drink soda until they couldn't anymore. Today was an action packed-filled day.

He had checked his watch. It was a few minutes after one in the afternoon. He scanned the area, not seeing any of his friends in sight. Confusedly, he scratched the back of his head. "That's strange. I'd thought I told them to meet me here around this time." Becoming worried, he reached for his cell phone and decided to text one of them. He texted Katsuki. It wasn't long to get a response.

Train stopped, you baka. Somebody thought they were Usain Bolt. Well, the train won. So, it's gonna be about an hour. So, hang tight for a bit. Practice if needed so I can kick your ass on this game.

~Kacchan

Izuku kicked the ground. As he placed his hands into his pocket, he pondered on what he could do for the time being. He didn't want to go to the arcade by himself. What if the college kids were there and pick on him again?

As he scanned the area for options, his eyes averted to an obstruction he questioned on its longevity. It was a standardized windowless white van decorated in kitten paw prints. Even the rims of the vehicle were customized with paw prints. Being the curious type, he decided to investigate the van.

Please, Icchan, don't get distracted on the way there.

His mother's words got to him. Needed to be a reminder for the last time he got distracted? That was the last time he would approach a stranger who told him to sample a joystick. He was taken aback, deciding to heed his mother's concerning words.

"Mother's right. Don't need another attempt on a kidnap. Maybe, I should…" A force overshadowed Izuku. Without warning, a person wearing a white medical mask covered Izuku's mouth. He panicked, kicking and screaming but it was too late. The captor took Izuku and snatched him into the van. The van was slammed shut.

Sometime earlier….

A cigarette was the first thing she must have in the morning. A habit she inherited from her mother. Probably the only thing she had learned from her mother since the woman was in and out of prison since she was the tender age of six. If she wasn't busy being a low life in jail, then she was busy beating the living daylights out of her father. And when she had any leftover steam, she and her older brother suffered her wrath. He questioned the sudden flashback as she lit her cigarette on the stove. She had run out of her lighter and was too tired to ask her roommate if she had one herself. Plus, she wasn't in the best of moods. It was best not to disturb her under she woke up.

She turned off the knob of the stove and commenced her morning smoke. Kool was her choice. Smoking the menthol flavored carcinogen was keeping her sanity this morning. She didn't get much sleep for he had company the previous night. She knew he was the type to keep partying until he got her money's worth. Although she never consumed the drugs, she received the consequences when trapped in his pleasure. To think younger boys were that crazy she as she wiped the sleepiness in her eyes, or at least the two hours worth she got when she came home.

She went to the refrigerator to see if there were any eggs. Aside from the emptiness with the exception of baking soda, a half-drunk carton of orange juice, and a D-cell battery, there were eggs. She knew that her roommate had a leftover Philly cheese steak sandwich in the microwave, so it had to do until one of them go to the grocery store.

Ryuko Tsuchikawa put two eggs on the skillet. She was cautious not to break the handle as it was their only skillet. As she added salt and pepper to the mix, she scanned on the calendar on the refrigerator door. Rent was due in a couple of days. She knew she had to think of something to acquire the money in time. It wasn't long ago that Yuu Takeyama was fired from her job at the bakery. Her final paycheck was used as bond money after she assaulted her manager with the very frying pan she was currently using. She was grateful that the cops returned it to them after taking pictures of it as evidence. She questioned her friendship with the volatile, vain Yuu, but nevertheless, she cared for the girl. Plus, it was more of a penance to look after her after her brother's death. She made a promise at before her brother's grave that she was going to look after Yuu, no matter the cost.

Four years later and the words were becoming bitter by the second.

She flipped the eggs so they wouldn't overcook. She reached into the open cabinet to retrieve a plate. She was on her second cigarette before hearing the door of their one-bedroom apartment open. Light footsteps came from the hallway and into the kitchen. She gave a glare before going into the bathroom. Ryuko overlooked her smugness as she made her plate. With Yuu's leftover food, she put the bread in the toaster and used the meat and cheese for her scrambled eggs. She used the half-drunk orange for her drink. She sat at the table and said her grace before consuming her meal. She was on her fourth bite before Yuu returned to the kitchen.

She was in her usual morning attire: panties with no shirt. She yawned and scratched under her breast before taking a seat across from Ryuko. She took one of her cigarettes from the pack. She pulled a match from her hair and lit it against the table. She took a few puffs before blowing it into the air. Ryuko was reading yesterday's paper. It wasn't long until Yuu saw Ryuko's potluck concoction.

She snatched the paper from her hand. Ryuko didn't even flinch. She took a sip of his orange juice before resuming her paper. "Why in the hell did you take my food?" Yuu's tone of voice was too loud for Ryuko, but she was too tired to complain or to argue. She put down the paper and gave her a stare. She slowly took the plate from Yuu and resumed eating.

"One, payback for getting me caught up with that cranked up dude from last night," she said calmly as she took another bite of her food. "Two, it is your turn to do groceries and three, because I have the right since I have been covering your ass for quite a bit now." Ryuko continued eating until she wasn't in the mood. She slid the leftover plate back to Yuu. She furrowed her eyebrows, blowing smoke into her face as retribution.

"God, you can be a fucking bitch sometimes," she said as she stubbed out the cigarette. She took the plate and snatched the fork from Ryuko. She took a few bites. She, however, asked Ryuko for a drink of the orange juice, which she accepted. She took a few swallows. She looked at the kitchen, which was in dire need of cleaning. She then returned her sights on Ryuko.

"If you are thinking about me doing it, then no," she said while looking at the paper. "Speaking of doing things, rent is due and I think it is time you should look for a job."

"Why is it my task to look for a job," she questioned.

"Because your ass got fired from the last one and we need things to keep us functioning."

"I thought your escort ass was going to cover it."

"My escort ass is covering it. My part of the bills to keep things going," answered Ryuko as she took another smoke. "And besides, my ass is still sore from the bastard you set me up with. Why didn't you tell me he was that kind of dude?"

Yuu stuck her tongue out. "I thought you didn't mind that kind of action, Pixie-Bob!"

"At least warn me ahead of time, damn it, Mount Lady. Anyway, I have been covering you for the last few weeks." She turned around to look at the clock. "And it is cramping my style."

"Well, sorry, your highness. I didn't mean to put your panties in a knot," she said with sarcasm from her voice.

"Surprise that you are up anyway," said Ryuko as she took a swig of the orange juice. "Got burnt?"

"No, and for the record, he ran away."

Ryuko slapped the table loudly as she realized her roommate's eccentric taste when it came to boys. "He couldn't handle Yuu's style of sexual conquests. I am telling you to quit dealing with those guys. Need someone a little bit younger."

Yuu spat a raspberry. "Please, with Megan's Law, you will be on the front cover. If you were American, they would throw away the key!"

Ryuko didn't respond. She knew that Yuu would get grouchy when her 'guests' escape. She should be grateful. Quite grateful she thought for if any of those boys would have talked, Yuu would have been in jail so many years ago.

"Be as it may," said Yuu. "I am in the mood for some action. It gets lonely and we need the funds to pay this rent." She gave a strong, pleasant smile to Ryuko. "If you are down, then I am down."

"Unsuspecting area, no witnesses," said Ryuko.

"Every time, my amiga," said Yuu. "Actually, there is this boy I have been following for quite some time."

Back to the present….

"Stop, let me go!"

"If you stop moving, we can show you good things."

"Who are you?"

"Let's say we aren't your typical kind of girls who offer cute boys candy."

"Who are you, please? Let me go."

"Can't you little cutey. Not until we have our fun."

"What fun?"

"Don't worry about it. We will explain on the way to our little hideout."

To be continued….