I don´t own Pokemon or My Hero Academia. Pokemon belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo. MHA belongs to Kohei Horikoshi. This is just an idea that won´t leave my brain alone. First fanfic ever so please be gentle with the criticism. Trolls refrain from trolling please. If someone doesn´t like the story, it´s ok, no need to insult.

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In a world filled with superpowers, people tend to overlook the obvious. In a world filled with superheroes, people tend to ignore others. Izumi knew it. Her entire childhood, adults would ignore the obvious signs of abuse on her body. The burns and scratches on her arms and legs, sometimes even her face, her hunched form, how she tried to make herself smaller, how she barely spoke in front of others, how she shrank on herself whenever one of her bullies was around. They pretended to not see it. Sometimes because they didn't want to get involved. Most times to avoid punishing her bullies.

Izumi was used to being ignored. It meant her bullies weren't hurting her. It meant people weren't mocking her and pointing at her. It meant people weren't feeling pity for her.

And now being ignored has helped. It helped her and her young charge. Because being ignored means not paying attention to them. It means no sudden calls to the police or to a hero. It means there is a lesser chance for her pursuers to find them.

"Are you tired, imouto? Tell me if you need Sir Plushy, ok."

Her young charge looked at her and nodded. Izumi rubbed her head and kissed her forehead. She subtly checked her horn's size and made sure her beanie covered it. A woman sitting in front of them smiled at their sisterly display. Izumi smiled back and looked around. No one looked suspicious. For now, they haven't been discovered.

It had barely been five days since they had crossed paths. Izumi had been standing in an alley, confused and lost, when a small shape collided with her. The impact had been so abrupt that they had both fallen to the ground. When she saw who was above her, she froze. A little girl, no older than 7 years old, was covered in bandages and clothes that looked more like rags. She was shaking, her eyes were wide open in fear.

The only words that left her lips were: "Help me".

When a man started to yell a name, the girl froze. Two men with bird-like masks covering their faces entered the alleway, blocking the entrance with their bodies. Izumi didn't knew who they were, who the girl was, or what they wanted. She didn't even knew where she was. But she knew one thing: the girl was in danger.

She needed someone to protect her. Someone to save her.

Izumi hadn't wasted time. A good punch to the base of the stomach and a roundhouse kick to the head knocked them out before they could try anything.

She couldn't call the police. Not yet. Not until she knew exactly where she was. And she couldn't leave the girl alone. And she couldn't leave those creeps in the street; they could give her description to their friends.

So she made a quick plan. First step: tie those masked creeps and leave a note on their chest to make it look as if they were dangerous criminals (haha). Second step: convince the girl to come with her. Third step: find money and a laptop.

Fortunately, her plan went smoothly. Duck tape was amazing, and her new friend was too willing to go with her. Izumi's tears flowed when she hugged her so tightly and silently asked to be held. Finding money wasn't difficult; a simple pawn shop gave her enough to buy some clothes for little Eri, dye ink, and a new laptop.

While travelling throught the city Izumi couldn´t help but feel hope at the sight of people with strange features on their bodies and signs and letters written in her mother language.

Finding a coffee shop with wi-fi wasn´t hard. She bought a latte for herself and a muffin for Eri who stared at everything with a look of awe. Whle her new ward eat the pastry, Izumi grabbed her new latop and searched the net. A quick search online confirmed quickly her hopes.

She was in Japan.

She was home.

And that opened another can of problems.

As far as she knew, she was probably listed as dead ever since the incident. Proving who she was would be difficult at first. And she had others to protect. They could take them from her.

While Izumi tried to figure out how to best approach the authorities about their situation, Eri slept by her side. Her left hand was absentmindedly petting her white hair when she realized what the date was. An old memory came to her mind, and she opened a new search. What she found made her grin. A new plan was made. A way to make themselves known and for the government to not shuffle them under the drapes.

A hand grabbed hers and pulled her away from her thoughts. Eri stared at her. Red eyes stared at green eyes. Izumi had both of them dye their hair black and gave Eri her beanie to cover her horn. Add new clothes, and Eri didn't look like a starved orphan but like a common little girl.

Eri just hugged her and closed her eyes. Izumi checked the map of the train system and spoke:

"Two more stations, and then we will have to walk. It won't be long, imouto."

Eri just nodded.

A group of men entered their wagon. Their bird masks betrayed their identities.

'Their boss's impatience is clearly showing' she thought. Five men in broad daylight in front of a train filled with witnesses? He was done being subtle. Which was fine with Izumi.

"Eri," she whispered. "Grab Sir Plushy and get ready to run. He will protect you until it's safe."

Eri trembled. She didn't want to leave. But she knew the plan. And she trusted Izumi.

"Izu-nee… Please be careful. I don't want you to get hurt," she begged her.

Izumi looked into her eyes, projecting as much confidence as she could.

"I promise you, Eri, that after today, nobody will ever hurt you again."

She rubbed her head again and smiled. Then she went straight to the men and blocked their path. As long as she didn't show any type of aggression, they could do nothing. Because this was a game of patience and strategy. Whoever attacked first would lose the first battle.

The men were anxious; they wanted to finish their job. If they were alone, they would have already pushed her aside and grabbed Eri. But there were witnesses. Witnesses who would tell the police, the heroes, and the media how a group of grown men assaulted an innocent teenager and her little sister.

And that brings attention.

They just needed a little push to finally break.

She leaned closer to the leader—not by much, just enough so they could hear her.

"Are we going to be standing all day or are we going to fight boys?"

The last man couldn't handle it. A simple grunt with a powerful quirk, or at least useful enough to be part of this operation, but he didn't have the patience of a veteran. When he saw how Eri was running towards the next wagon, he extended his right arm, and webs sprayed from his fingertips.

Izumi didn't waste time. She grabbed the leader and shoved him towards the webs. The people around the wagon started to scream and run. In the confusion, Izumi ran at the group and kicked them so hard that they fell against each other. Only when she saw that they were all tangled between each other in a webbed mess she ran towards the exit.

There was still one more station before their destiny, but they had no more choice. She left the train and went for Eri. As long as Eri had Ser Plushy, Izumi would always find her.

She found her in the city, in front of an alley. Eri's hand was wrapped around Ser Plushy's ball, and she was staring at a man.

He was tall, with black hair, dark eyes, a fur coat covering his body, and a bird mask around his nose and mouth. Eri was frozen in front of him. She knew who he was just from her reaction.

"Eri," Izumi's voice startled her. "No matter what, he won't hurt you again. I won't let him."

"You won't let me? That's so arrogant. Like those heroes. Another soul infected with that disease," he said, putting gloves on his hands. Eri was startled at that. She started to move towards him.

"Eri," she stopped. "Remember what I told you when I went to grab our supplies?"

Eri stopped. Her hand tightened around the ball in her hands. The man's eyes narrowed.

"T-this ball has a special friend of mine called Sir Plushy. If you call him, he will protect you. No matter what," Eri pronounced Izumi's promise.

"Eri, stop wasting time. Come here. Now"

"You don't have to obey him, Eri. Men like him who threaten others into obedience are nothing more than cowards and bullies."

Eri didn't move. Her hands were still around the ball. She turned her head and looked at Izumi. Her eyes were shining with tears and fear, but they also had hope. Hope for a better life and a future filled with smiles, apple slices, and hugs. And hope brings strength even in the darkest times.

Eri pointed the ball against the man and spoke:

"Ser Plushy, please protect Izumi nee-chan and me."

A red light emerged from the ball, first as a ray and then as a humanoid shape. Finally, a figure appeared.

It was tall and masculine; its arms, head, and torso were green, while its waist and legs were white. It had no fingers, each elbow had a long blade, and there was a sharp crest on top of its head.

The man just stared in shock at the creature. Eri looked in awe. Izumi grinned.

"Gallade, take Eri and run!"

Gallade nodded, grabbed Eri, and teleported back to the old warehouse where both girls had slept their first night.

"If you're wondering where they are, then don't waste time,'' she told the man. "Gallade can teleport to anywhere he has been already. Right now, they could be anywhere. And you're going to be very busy."

"Oh? And with what I'm supposed to be busy?"

"Me"

EDIT: for any new readers, I just re edited the entire story. English is not my birth language and I don´t have a beta. So I spend the entire weekend using an AI to correct my grammatic. So any mistakes aren´t just mine, they also belong to a machine. XD