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Tomura covered his ears as an Inhuman howl tore at the failed potential boss in Mook’s clothing's throat as Decay ate at his guts.
A Nasty way to go, yet another reason why Tomura preferred to grab people’s faces off…
But now, the LEET Gamer was wondering if this… Dark Matter swordsman like heroling was more of a Cutscene trigger then something for him to kill, for he could feel…
He could see and feel Darkness flow out of the swordsman’s gapping stomach, forming a yellow and red eye, only for the teen to spazz one final time before he curled to his side and died. Reverting back to his human appearance. Now pale as death and still.
…
A Horrible, stunned silence killed the USJ dome, most fights had stopped, even the Nomu had paused his game.
It was the calm before the storm, the suspicious rest pont before That One Boss.
“Shigaraki.” Kurogiri said, still without cloth (Tomura’s mistake, he wanted to give his nany his Villain getup when…you know.) approached his charge, his eerie eyes gave nothing away, but even this proto-nomu seemed heavily unsettled.
It was like playing Silent Hill for the first time. At any moment, Tomura expected to hear some air raid siren and see the world turned into a decayed USJ filled with the monstrous depiction of the herolings hounding him.
But… not, no. This was real life, not silent hill, and in this game called real life didn’t do the same shit as Silent Hill would do.
“Yeah, Kurogiri?” Tomura asked as he scratched his neck, he had no fucking idea where All Might was and what took him so long. Maybe he called sick? Or maybe another spotlight stealing villain had dared to take Tomura’s time slot.
Fuck, maybe he sould’ve sent a time request on Death_to_Might.onion.network.
But, once again, there was a LOL raid.
“All Might has yet to arrive” An NPC, a cute frog girl, screeched at the sight, and Tomura had to give it to frogger, she was programmed with…
No, no… Sensei had told him that those were just a bunch of Data, everything was a videogame, after all, and the only way to get out was to delete everything.
Salvation by damnation, he had told Tomura, it was the only way to save them all.
“No shit.” the blue haired youth snarked as he idly scratched his neck, still deeply unsettled by the NPC’s death screeched…
There should be a cutscene happening, like… he killed a kid, in a slow, messy way, the kid had a dramatic death, screeched like something out of Soulborn and the Ring of Sekiro, final level with the zombified divine dragons….
And then nothing.
“You know, What?” Tomura scratched his neck more intently… he hated this kind of calm. Besides, he’d murked Eraser's head…
…
…
‘Sensei would tell me this is good, this feeling of self-hate can be used to fuel my quirk and cause more destruction… yeah, so me feeling like I want to slit my wrists again is good, and I can punish others instead of punishing myself is even-’ “Let’s just le-”
Suddenly , there was a boom.
An explosion in the sky amid the screams of children, and Tomura just knew… he just knew this was it, this was the cut-scene…
Tomura grinned under father, letting his hatred and anger flow through him as he waited for the true boss to appear.
‘ It’s all might, it had to be all might, All Might is known to regularly break the sound barrier and-” the USJ dome broke in a horrible sound, pure destruction rained down as light streamed in only to be swallowed by the mass of pure darkness that crashed through it.
More screams rend the air as both Hero students and villain were showered by the debris falling from the caved-in roof, unable to escape for their eyes had been robbed of their seeing.
“ Kurogiri…” Tomura turned to his get a way mom-van, but in the deep darkness, any chance of seeing the comforting sight of his caretaker were as dead as any hope he had left for normal life away from hate.
Suddenly… all sound disappeared, leaving Tomura in a void of silence with only his own Nihilism for company, staring back at the one who bore him ever since Sensei saved him.
It was cold.
It was empty.
It was his purpose…
It was his destiny.
And his destiny was now staring down at him with twin pinpricks devoid of feelings. An ill defined shape with a heart shaped face, like Majora’s Mask.
It tilted its mask, a guttural… sound vibrating the deepest bowels in Tomura’s guts, his ultra massive hands, big enough to crush All Might passing by the Decay user, radiating a cold only death had any right to carry.
But Tomura was a Pro gamer, the one well on his way to Destroy Let_me_solo_her’s record, the one who thrived and enjoyed Yhanram and the land between in VR on hardest and the death of All Might, Destruction Personified.
He hated the big dumb brute that looked a bit too much like his nomu, He hated how small and insignificant it made Tomura feel.
It was like Staring up at Starscourge Radhan for the first time.
D̷̡̡̡̳̙̩͉͈͕͔͈̬̙̥̐͆̀̀̑̚a̶̧̢̤̦̝̦͇͒̽̿͑̿̇̾͝ͅḱ̵̛̝̩̗̳̳̖͓̫̩̦̜̤̿̎͒̈́̆s̸̢̛̱͕̹̳̱̰͎̾͂͋̀̽̈́́h̶̤̗̙̪̰͂̌̿̓a̷͈̫̗͐̌̈?̶̧̳̗͔̮̳̼̓͌͐̈́̄͗͛̿̿͒̏̾͑͑͘͜ ̸̮͖̀̽̀̈̒̃̌̾͋͆̀̚̚N̶̝͌̇̅́̎̀̒̀͐̓̂̾̔̋ę̵̦̫̤̯̬̂̌͑̔͐̄̈͂̀͆̕̕p̵̧̯̙̘͇̤̖̞̟̪̬̺̠͗̒̌̇͌̄̃̍̚ḧ̶̢̛̰̮́͊̔̔̓̋͆̍̈̃e̵̛̻̊̋́̎̀̃̊̍̐̃́̇̿͝w̷̧̢̧̥̯͕̝̝̺͈̳̯̒̔͌̽̈͑͆̏͠?̷̧̧̧̭͖̬͍̮̜͇͇̲̱̉̽̂̆͌̀́̆̾̀̔̃̄̚̕
The Being screeched both high and low, and for a horror filled moment, Tomura taught his bowels had melted by the unworldly sound alone, then something grabbed his ankle.
Needless to say, the Decay user screeched like a little girl as he tried to scramble away from whatever had grabbed him…
I was the Kid he’s just gutted, the greenette removed his one eye helmet (huh, a Hero wearing actual armour… that was rare.) and showed an adorably freckled face stained with blood.
He had blood around his eyes and nose… and yet his lips were stretched almost unnatural over his unseen teeth. A tiny star glowed on his brow in between this weird ass tuning fork, his eyes were closed, yet fluttering as if he was dreaming.
Where his guts had been decayed, a void resided, filled with translucent hexagonal shape…his cartoon heart shining pink and bright.
‘Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.’ Pure, primal fear had stolen all of Tomura’s charisma points.
This… this kid wasn’t the level one mid boss. He was a motherfucking Astrel, no, it was the Grafted Scion.’
This was a hopeless fight.
“"ʄ ཞ ı ɛ ŋ ɖ " The kid said, his lips barely moving, and for a moment, his eyes where a pair of void staring back at the death of all Japan.
It was humbling, really.
Then, the hero-ling reached for Tomura, who, for the first time since he was little, was paralyzed with sheer horror. Giving the Lovecraftian Horror all the opportunity to… hug him?
“ꛅ𖤢𖦪𖤢... 𖢧ꛎ𖢉𖤢 ꛈ𖢧... ꛈ𖢧'ꕷ ꘘ𖣠𖦪 ꚲ𖣠ꚶ.” It said as he reached the gaping hole in his Gut and took out its heart.
Tomura worked his mouth as his voice cracked…
This was not how the game was supposed to work.
This wasn’t his game
This wasn’t hero and villain anymore!!!!
The eldritch horror then reached to Tomura’s face and grabbed father. It was only then that Tomura’s brain got out from the fear state and kicked the thing from the abysien void as far away as he could.
It was then that Kurogiri finally decided to get his head out of his ass and warp Tomura away… —-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When All Might finally arrived at the USJ, the only thing the Number one Hero could do was to stare at the utter destruction that occurred.
It seemed like a Meteorite had stuck the main dome.
“Oh no… Oh God no. Oh Krishna… Oh Krishna…” Toshinori felt his heart stop, yet forced his burning legs to keep pushing.
All of those kids, Aizawa, Thirteen.
He jumped into the gaping maw, right in the rubbles and assessed the situation, falling back into his hero Persona. “DO not fear, For I Am here!” His catchphrase rolling off his tongue as he landed.
Most students looked fine, if Shaken, and for a damn good reason too.
There… two monsters ducking it out in the middle of the plaza, both with rotten black skin. The main difference was that one had it’s brain exposed and was a tad taller then All Might while the other wore a weird greyish mask resembling this one Angel from this ancient mind-screw of a Mecha anime. It was bulky, with a thick mane and alien glyph on his arms and belly.
The two behemoths were ducking it out…
Those two monsters … were not fighting to kill, they were fighting to play, keeping in a circle while the rest of the class and quite a number of known and lesser known class one to three villains sat and watched, some placing bets. Quite a few of those villains were surrounding the girls (still in their horrendously revealing and flimsy costumes. Honestly, even at the start of his career, Toshinori wore literal armour under his suit, it was only later, after the tenth time he’d bounced off bullets that it was decided that a flimsy piece of Lycra was all he needed.) One of these villains had even bothered giving Yaoyorozu his coat, the poor… being sunburned and traumatized by whatever had happened during this obliviously failed villain raid.
His student; looked shaken, their face ashen after facing their mortality for the first time, and the official end of their childhood dreams and the cruel reality of Hero work.
And those villains....perhaps they where rethinking their life choice?
Unfortunately, japan wasn’t India, those poor fools would all be shipped to Tartarus without a second tough, with no paroles.
Hell, the y attacked children . Only demons attacked those weaker then them.
Obliviously, the moment he landed, and his catchphrase was belted out, all the students and the villains (and the two behemoths.) noticed him and stopped whatever they where doing.
Those who where villains remained where they where, some tried to run but where stopped by others. While Iida and Yaoyorozu ran up to their temp teacher without any problem.
‘Krishna Bhagavan, what in the name of all that is holy happened here?’
“All Might!” Iida said after coming to a full stop, saluting the number one hero with his usual gravitas… and yet, with his his fist where shaking, it was clear he was barley hanging on. “I’m here to report.”
“Yes, I can see that… is there any injuries, any casualties?”
Iida jr’ began rattling off whom got hurt, up and including the villains (good, good. let those poor souls keep some of their humanity in the eyes of the students.) Apparently, some villains managed to prevent the kids from perishing under the falling dome, having grown a conscience, but all wasn’t good.
Mineta was still MIA, Kaminari had reached the limit of his quirk while he’d saved Ashido Mina and Todoroki…
Todorki was spouting conspiracy theory, so he was exhausted, but fine… as fine a conspiracy theorist could be.
Losing Mineta was worrisome, and Kaminari needed medical attention stat. But so far, all was… Ha. Mineta reappeared as Iida explained in detail the states of every single persons that survived the dome collapsing… which, apparently was due to the heart faced monster landing after Izuku Daksha got his gut decayed by the main Villain, a young man by the name of Shigaraki Tomura.
Also, may Bhagavan bless Annan and their overly complicated security system and Majima’s hidden madness when he’d track ten bombas of mate. For without the magnetic net (something not even the brightest mind of I-island had ever come close to manifesting.) all those kids (and villains) would be dead.
Eventually, Iida (and Yaorozu) had nothing else to say, but had yet to divulge anything about Daksha and their disgraced homeroom teacher.
And thus, All Might (growing more and more aware of his approaching time limit (Toshinori didn’t want to challenge Krishna, God was a teenage boy who loved being challenged… but honestly, if this day didn’t start to get any better…) Ask about the two problem magnet.
The two teenagers paled, and Yaoyorozu’s eyes grew shiny with tears.
“Shojo?”
“IDaksha… Attacked the villain head on, it was doing well until he… well, Asui-san joined the fray, I dont’t know what she was planing but-” The heiress covered her mouth as he voice cut off.
“The villain… had a Decay quirk, everything he touched would rot and turn to dust.” Iida said in a rather subdued voice, the poor boy was shaking, not used to dealing with the aftermath of a villain attack.
It was too soon for them… all too soon.
Thankfully, after reading the Bhagavad-Gita and receiving the expert counselling of Shuniya-Hara, Toshinori knew full well (at least, intellectual.) that yes, they all did deserve it… it didn’t remove the fact that this was still a horrible way to be introduced tot he ugly face of Heroics, especially for kids.
“Where is he?” Toshinori ended up asking, dreading the grim news, more so it’s delivery.
None of the Kids answered, instead, Iida grabbed Toshinori’s massive hand and dragged the muscled hero to a secluded place.
For his part, Toshinori braced himself for the worst. Sure, Izu… Daksa revived after Bakugo-san blew him up but… decayed?!
He remembered the dusted gate, he had wondered, along with Daksha about the limit of the favored Boy’s crisis mode…
‘ God, I didn’t want to know that yet… Please, take care of him.’
Rounding some of the few rubble that had made it to the ground (more then expected, but so far, no one had died… yet.) The blond Hero came to a sight that Almost made him cough up blood.
The body of Aizawa Shouta laid cooling on the ground under Daksha’s cape, the young man in question was busy writing in his notebook.
Toshinori let out a sight, apparently, not even Decay could keep Daksha down. ’ Jaya Govinda, Jaya Gopala. Oh, After this… After this, Govinda, I’m going at the temple and fasting in your Honor.”
“Shonen! Daksha!” Toshinori called as he hurried towards his heart-nephew and the cadaver.
Daksha looked up, his eyes glowing and a golden star resting in the U of his Tilaka.
Right, he was in his Crisis mode, a Star warrior’s last stand.
His guts… his innards where replaced by a smoky void, some organs where still lingering there but… nothing looked to belong to a human.
The boy looked up, his eyes half open and showing a pair of glowing eyes with a pair of void where the pupil should've been.
Izuku smiled, it was a surprisingly lucid smile, half asleep, yet present.
“Ah Uncle Toshi,...” … Daksha smile fell into a pout. “You’re late”
“Traffic was worst then expected, a Villain decided to attack main road…” The tall muscled blond said apologetically, mindfull of the two hero Students lingering nearby.
He could feel his time trickling to zilch, but he had to check on Daksha, to wake him up…
Right.
“Iida, Yaoyorozu, go and quickly get Dwei-kun his bento, he won’t get out of his crisis mode until he has eaten sacred prashadam.” He tacked at the end for good measure.
Let this be part of Daksha’s herosona, a bit of marketing done early, especially with foods and the like was bound to fructify, especially when it came to spiritual matter.
Yes… he saw the value in the Hare Krishna movement,. And yes, Toshinori had a neem japa, he was chanting one round a day, and he was getting even better at it!
But he digress, now was not about him, it was about Daksha and his trouble magnet quirk.
He heard Iida’s engine roaring to life, then Daksha spoke up.
“Momo, you need to leave.” the green hair child of the Angel spoke.
“But-”
“ We have to talk about maters unsuited for you ears, Momo. And beside, you need to call my dad, it’s been millennia since he and Uncle Void hung around… and, you know, Uncle void kinda crash landed and all that, I wonder if he’s gonna drop his oni mode and hang out with us in ball…” The teen began to mumble and Yaorozu, bless her soul, turned to Toshinori.
“Daksha is right, heiress… not about Void but about he and I needing to have a private talk.”
“ That means you have to leave… and really leave, if you don’t Ȉ̵̞ ̶̰̤̭̉̆̊w̵̧̻̪̔͂̓ͅi̶̢̬̻͐̾̚͜l̷̢̈̾̇͘l̶̺̔̂̈́ ̶͖͉͕̺̀͋k̴̲͉̻̯̂̈n̵̦͔͜͝o̶̱̙͗w̷̥͛̎̐͘”
The class rep didn’t have to be asked twice, and quickly left, not quite running but definitely scared.
“Shonen, you didn—” But Before Toshinori could lecture Daksha on not intimidating his classmates, he doubled over in a bloody coughing fit, and all his strength left him.
When he ‘recovered’ from his painful spasm, gone was All Might, and back again he was as a shadow of his previous self floating in a suit all too big for the sad excuse of a man he was.
‘Ah… now I get why Daksha chassed them away.’
“Thank you, shonen.”
“It’s nothing.” Daksha answered dreamily as he kept writing in his journal.
That’s when Toshinori really took in his appearance and almost choked on his remaining lungs.
Daksha ‘s belly was a hole… it was… gone.
“Daksha you…”
“His name is Shigaraki Tomura, his villain costume is all black whit hands holding his face to blind him to the truth, in the back of his head to force him to bow to an unworthy master, hands on his upper arms to prevent him from running away and arms around his wrist to control all of his actions.” Daksha described dreamily. “He dosen’t know he’s the puppet of a man who is puppeted by his senses, running about their gratification like a dog following a she-dog in heat… I gave him my heart, you know.”
“You what?!”
“He needed a friend… I’m a little Vaishnava, so I’m potentially the best friend he’ll eve have… Gopal told me it was now or never, this was the best time I could change his Karma. But it’s still up to him, love can’t be forced after all.”
“Uh…” Well, Daksha wasn’t wrong, but to know he’d spoken to God!
Wowzer, Izuku managed to reached this level of divine trust by being dear adopted Son of Shuinya-hara das, then Toshinori…
Oh, nothing could prepare him to meet his maker. Not yet anyway.
But… that wansn’t important. No instead, Toshinori brought his attention to the cooling body on the ground. “I’m… happy you want to be friend with ah… the puppet but, I’m afraid this friendship will be short lived.” he informed his tiny student, who merely grunted as he did the indian head wiggle thing. “Daksha… he killed Eraserhead.”
Daksha tilted his head, his unnaturally glowing eyes going big… and then he burst into laughter.
“Sh-Shonen!?” OK, now All Might was getting extremly concerned for his err… for Daksha.
“Oh, But what is alive, and what is dead?” Daksha rhetorically asked as he swayed from side to side. “The soul never dies and never takes birth, while the body is just a puddle of jellified blood and protein held in a bag on connective tissues and given shape with an internal frame made of stones! All moved by a gestalt of unconscious living entities living in cells.”
“D-Daksha… that’s… not relevant now.” Toshinori Sputtered, unprepared to received this revelation.
“It isn’t? Hmm… It isn’t.” the greeneteed mumbled to himself as he returned to his notebook. “It isn’t… Like how Eraserhead never walked in AU in is Body.”
“I…” Toshinor’s aching brain worked over time trying to understand what Daksha was implying… and also reminding it’s owner that Daksha seemed more Lucid then he first time he went into his Crisis mode, meaning that the crazy lad managed to Lucide dreaming in a week, something that would take whomever had faith in it years to masters!
…
He could not wait to share this Joy with Shuniya Das.
…
No! Wait, what?
Daksha turned to an invisible interlocutor. “Isn’t right, Shou-chan! You walked out in your body, and you did like me but with sleeping pills then… Haa haaaam I see. Your stalkers… yeah, that sucks.” He turned back to Toshinori. “Toshi-chan… look at his chest… hey, I think I scared Ii-chan too much, he’s taking a loooong time fore someone with a speed quirk, hey, do you know that, supposedly, quirks are manifesting randomly? So if quirk manifestations are ‘random’ then why does Kacchan have the perfect mix of his parent quirk, and how about Ii-chan? Like who wrote that and why do we listen? It’s obviously the play of Karma, as with everything but noooo, modern day scientist mare much to advance to-”
Toshinori had already tuned out Daksha, instead, lifting Daksa’s cape off the body, then the sadly flimsy peace of fabric from Ai... from the Cadaver’s chest. Staring in horror at the Y shaped, unhealed cut on Aizawa’s body. the stitches looked… glued over.
…
“Oh, Krishna Bhagavan…” All might whispered as he belatedly realized that his next few days, maybe even weeks would not get better.
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“... Wait… can you repeat that?” Toshinori asked Naomasa, once again deflated and in his usual white shirt and barely hanging jeans.
“I said that Aizawa Shouta’s body got turned into a flesh-robot by an unknown party… were not sure if it was the same who wend the Nomu, but one things for sure… this… isn’t something a simple villain could pull off.”
The blond buried his head in his hands and blew all of his air out, not that it was a whole lot but God that was bad. It was so, so bad…
Perhaps it was his treacherous mind whispering to his ears (No, the mind was never a friend, not before it was trained to remember Krishna, as Shuniya had said.) but his irrational fear the he was back from beyond the grave was once again fanned.
But he remembered the feeling of the vile skull busting under his grip, he remember squeezing and pulverizing whatever brain matter and spinal bulb he’d managed to grabbed while blinded by pain and blood lost until it returned to it’s primal form of ooze. But the body was gone, there had been no proof of this happening…
“-Nori, Toshinori! Stay with me, come back, your here, your now, he can’t hurt you-”
“Its has to be him.” Toshinori gasped as she grasped Noa’s shoulders, hard enough to bruise them despite being in his deflated form. “Nao, d’you remember the Data we managed to collected in this one lair we found in Mosh Spa? The one talking about… about neural batteries and the effect of electro-stimulation on preserved muscles mass.”
Naomasa’s eyes grew wide with horror.
The blond gestured at the carcass cooling on the table… not that it had been very warm in the first place. “Naomasa… this… this is the Final product… oh Krishna Bhagavan, Oh Gaurahari, Oh God All Mighty… oh this is… this explains so much, why he never ate, why he never let himself get touched, and why he expelled most of his students, his constent naps and that damned tyellow sleeping bag!”
“It was Sabotage.” Naomasa finished as he covered his mouth.
He had met Eraserhead often on the job, the man was cold but… he was a good Hero, even if his success rate dipped a bit.
Probably after his death, since at this time, Eraserhead had literally fallen off the map, complete radio silence. He still remembered Present Mic loudly Crying and begging for some one, anyone who could find his ‘best friend.’
“He’d been worried since Eraser… Aizawa-san had shown signed of depression and even borderline self-destructive behaviour… unfortunately, we can’t prove anything since all of his innard had been removed to make place for… Hardware.” Naomasa managed to choke out before he covered his mouth.
It must have been particularly gruesome for Naomasa to be on the verge of loosing his lunch.
“So… we only know that… do we know how long Eraserhead was dead?” Toshinori asked, pushing back his fear and putting his trust in God.
“A few years.” Naomasa revealed as he whip his face with his handkerchief. “ We need to do a few more test and send more samples to the lab. But from the initial autopsy… the chief report that the hardware he extracted looked worn… but that’s all we know for now.”
Toshinori grew silent… Eraserhead had been replaced by a robot, and the number one Hero had a nasty hunch that Aizawa’s less then stellar treatment of his students, his general apathy and penchant for flushing out Hero Hope fulls by the dozen was all part of the Super villain’s plan.
Perhaps, the USJ was also part of the plan…
Never the less, something, another gut feeling (Huh... once you knew it was God in your heart, you could never unsee Him.) that he should not worry too much, especial now that the mechamole, the other Zombified abominations where now out (except for the Nomu, who chose to hang out with Daksha’s Uncle; Void Termina… or was it End Niiru? Whatever it was the two had become terrifying fast friends.) and then there was Shuniya-hara, or Void2…
Yeah… he had nothing to fear.
“Is that all?” He asked Naomasa, hearing the temple bell calling him after this… shitty day.
“No... The severed hand...”
“The one Daksha gave you.”
“It belonged to... Shimura Kotaro, Shigaraki Tomura is his missing child: Shimura Tenko... We will reopen the cold case and... please, please, if you can, stay out of this.” Naomasa pleaded to his best friend.
Gutted, Toshinori didn;t even have the strenght to argue against it. No.... this was a ngithmare, he dearly wanted to go and drink himself to death with Grand Torino... but no, no... The old Man would beat the crap out of him, then get drunk himself.
“Now, if you excuse me.” and with that, the Number one Hero, exited the UA medical mortuaryand back tot he land of the living, feeling both lost and angry beyond measures.
Nana’s plans had failed, Kotaro was dead and her grandson...
He picked up his phone and text Shuniya, he needed God, and the best way to reach The Best Of Man , the Big Boss, the Master of all that be was to go trough his representative, and Shuniya-Hara... For... Ah... For Krishna’s sake, The man was an angel, and he served the golden Lord 729 years ago when He was enacting his Pastimes in Orissa. On his way, he passed by pro heroes Midnight and Pro Hero Present Mic.
It was clear those two would take a long Sabbatical after that. From what he had hear, Aizawa-shouta was their friend…
Had been their friend.
‘Oh krishna… yes, this world really is a place of Abject Misery, isn’t it?’ Toshinori tought as he changed out of his oversized suit into something a tad more appropriate for his Zombie like look. Taking refuge in the fact tha, as of right now, he knew a bit more about God, the Supreme Controler then most Heroes, and also knew his Name. “Ahh… And they… Oh Krishna, Whatever I did for you to let me rot for so long in this Damned place… I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” The tall blond whispered with all sincerity.
He really needed to pray, to kneel in front of God and open his heart… This... this was biger then what his usualy Therapist could handle.
Hell... who else but the Supreme Peronality of Godhead could Handle the news that Toshinori had not Killed All For One and the world wide Nightmare in Human form was making a come back?
They would... not take it well.
‘Huh… I think there’s a place that sell’s some good fruits on the way… and didn’t the temple ran out? Yes, I believe Shuniya kept complaining about how this… oh, what’s his face. One of the priest that cooks for Krishna would use all the best fruit for his one offering and would leave only the worst behind… I think he was serving…yes, so he was on the altar today… time to get Fruity.’ And with this birght tought durring such dark timet, All might left he building.
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The Cuddlepile
Angel in Training: Hare Krishna Everyone, sorry to be late, had a bit of a ***Situation*** at school.
Rezzy-prezzy: A situation at school? Not more bullying, I hope?
Angel in training :No
Well yeah…
It’s complicated.
We got attack by some villain on school ground.
Rezzy-Prezzy: Villains, where they affiliated to anyone?
Angelin training: Right, you wrk for the HPSC.
*Work
Rezzy-Prezzy: something small, but maybe I could look into it.
Or ask someone who can.
Angel in training: Actually… it was there first crime but, when I was in my Lucid mode.
It worked!
I just hope Kirishima won’t get worst and accuse me on sabotaging the coolest guy in school because I was jealous.
Exscuse me, but I had no control, me wanting to get rid of his explosive arms was a dream of mne for years. As for Shimura-san, I never met him, so I never had a reason to dream bad about him.
Geriatric Geox: Hmm, yes, I remember you bending my old ears about how you hated your body
fighting while you had no control. I’m surprised you managed to whip your quirk
into shape so quickly, angel.
If Only my old Mentee was as smart as you. I swear, it took that oaf longer to
figure out how to activate his quirk then needed.
Rezzy-Prezzy: Well, that’s some good news, at least. Did you managed to apprehend the
culprit?
Angelin training : Yes and no. Basically, the first thing I did when my gut was decayed was to call for a friend. I wanted Dad.
I know, I’m a teen and me wanting my dad when dying is bebe cringe but he’s super powerful and he save my life once leave me alone.
Anyway, I ended up calling Void Termina, my dad’s favourite brother.
He’s supper cool, he can make his dream reality and shoot laser. He’s adorable too when he’s not in his ‘god of destruction’ body. Oh, and he has a things for balls and friends. Most of the villains that attacked are his friends now, and apparently, I managed to tag the main boss…
He’s the one who broke the USJ dome upon atmospheric reentry. Rimura and Rimuro kept everything from killing us, they don’t usually possess dead mater like that, but they didn’t want anyone to get stupidly hurt because uncle Void doesn't understand the concept of a door.
Rezzy-Prezzy: So, he’s a friendly.
Angel in training: Oh yeah. Don’t steal his food, tough or hurt his friends… oh, and he’s wondering when you’ll release Shouta’s body. He, Void doesn't want his friend to remain a Bodiless ghost for too long.
Rezzy-Prezzy: I…
Rezzy-prezzy: This will depend on what Shouta’s family will want to do once the body is released. But from what I have heard, it won’t be possible.
I won’t go into details, but his whole body has been preserved, essentially turning it into a skin covered android.
Needless to say, we would rather destroy it once we get everything from it.
Angel in training: Ah, well, Void will be sad, my Dad’ asking if we could have a bit of his ashes to cast in the Ganga, His Ghost’s still lurking and I have plenty of dirt on who did him dirty.
Rezzy-Prezzy: I’m afraid this type of information won’t be admissible in the court of laws.
Angel in training: Well… now I know how scary a vengeful spirit is. Anyway, it’s a fat doctor whit a bushy mustachio and glasses, but that’s a disguise since the guys apparently as old as the whole concept of quirk. He does work for a Shigaraki. Aizawa’s body was modded in Jakku general hospital. Apparently, they tried to turned him into a Nomu but the whole Nomufication would’ve messed with his quirk/mutation combo so they turned his body as a meat puppet and sent it to sabotage UA.
We all know the rest.
Rezzy-Prezzy: It hurt so much to not be able to use this information, Angel, it truly does.
But honestly, how to you feel after all this?
Angel in training: Honestly?
Hungry.
Like… I’m very, very hungry.
Thankfully, our two Govinda restaurant has plenty of divine leftover, so I’m eating good, same as dad.
He’s apparently he God-to guy when they cook to much and we don;t have enough pilgrims to use most of it, we can’t waist prashadam, that’s one huge but sometime necessary offence and until dad felt comfortable enough to show that part of our quirk is a bottomless stomach, they had to either distribute it to the homeless and less fortunate, which then got illegalized because reasons (Grumble Grumble) or composted.
Geox Gramp: So… you and you dad discovered the true unlimited food glitch.
Angel in training: Meh, sometime, Krishna provides a lot of prashadam, sometime, he dosen’t. Anyway, I gotta go. I also want to go to bed early, I’m pooped.
Oh, Before I leave, since our teacher died for real and two other left, schools out until the new teachers arrive
Rezzy-Prezzy: But how are you mentally?
Angel in training: Same as this morning. So I wanted to say that my hugging clinic will be open for business for the next three days, unless something Catastrophic happens again.
Rezzy-Prezzy: I call dib for tomorrow at noon. 1 to 3.
Angel in training: so a two hours session again, one day, you’ll have to leave some for other’s, your not the only one who needs a safe place to cuddle and be all vulnerable.
Angel in Training: Anyway, Gotta go. Haribol,
Rezzy-Prezzy: Hare Krishna, please be safe.
Angel in Training has disconnected.
Geox Gramp: Rezzy I don’t know who you are, but I hope this won’t lead to another Lost kids with all fingers indirectly pointing at the HPCS.
Rezzy-Prezzy: While I can’t speak for the rest of my Colleague, I personally won’t trow Daksha to those particular wolves… nor any other wolves, as long as what he does is still witin his Legal boundaries. And after the hell I have to deal with in the bull pen, I need cuddles.
Rezzy-Prezzy: I need so many cuddles. Just to remind me that it’s not just a bunch of bureaucrats and Divas but children and legitimate heroes that we protect, and that, despite all the things I had to do in the name of this wobbly peace, that I am still human.
Geox-Gramp: Hmmm…
Geox-Gramp: Whatever, just make sure the kid ain’t showing a brave face.
Geox-Gramp, there’s no way he’s as good as he think he is.
Geox Gramp: Unfortunately, i lost my train pass and I’m out of taxi ride. So I won’t be able to get my cuddles either.
Rezzy-Prezzy: you’ve had issues with the Old-Guard’s trust fund. I will see what I can do.
Geox-Gramp: Such a doll… mind talking to this old man a bit more?
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Back int he temple, Daksha, after having a recovery feast alongside Taishiro and Hari-hara das (The Hero Edgeshot.) was napping between the two heroes, free of fears and nightmares.
“... It’s a delayed reaction, it has to be.” Taishiro said softly as not to awakened the boy currently using his arm as a plush toy. “After what he’s went trough… there no way he’s fine.”
“Toyo, for the last time, Daksha’s a star Warrior.” Hari-Hara sighed as he finished another plate of sacred prashadam. “Hmph, Star warriors don’t get affected by trauma, they can feel sad and angry, even cautious. But once the bad experience is over, they move on with their life no worse for wear.”
“You say that-”
“ It takes one to know one.” The Devotee mumbled loud enough for Toyomistu to hear. “And I can tell you, I can see the purified remains of children meant to be saved, witness untold horrors and violence. I can get trough so much, I already when trough untold horro that would break any lesser beings Toy, you would faint just hearing it.”
“The kid one was not the w- I don’t want to know.”
“And yet, it doesn't affect me. I sleep when I can and am free for all nightmares. Legend said that when the first one of the Stars defeated the nightmare wizard, he was blessed by Bhagavan that those who shares kin ship with him, the blessing of the fighting stars, that no nightmares and no fear would haunt them… and it’s a hundred percent true.” Hari-Hara assured his big fried as he petted Izuku’s soft head of curls.
Toyomistu sigh, relinquishing his worry about the newest heroling. Not even a week in, and he’s already faced a class X villain, got mortality wounded by said villain and managed to come back to haunt the man.
Epic, yes… but the whole part about calling a being called Ende Niru… End Void that may or may not be a God of destruction (because Shunia-Hara had been abundantly clear that the only true God of destruction was Rudra, the fift son of Brahma.) that was a bit much…
Let alone the thing benign an absolute cutey with an appetite big enough to rival Toyomitsu’s own.
Speaking of witch, the Core of Void was currently snoozing on top of the Geneticaly modified amalgamation corpses. Who was experiencing his very first food Coma.
It was called a Nomu… brainless zombie slaves.
This didn’t bode well, they all knew, but as Hari-Hara had told him, this was another valid reason to return to Krishna.
The world was a scary, scary place. If not for those supervilains whose death was unconfirmed, then it was the weather, and if it wasn’t the weather, then it was pandemics, social medias, Politicians and off code buildings.
The BMI hero leaned back and grabbed hin Neem Japa, he needed the Lord. he needed to up his faith in Sri-Krishna’s promise to Arjuna.
Krishna made his best Friend Arjuna swear in his stead that Krishna’s Devotee’s his Bhakta’s would never perish, since something, Krishna being God and all, would sometime go against his own words. But not his Devotee’s.
Never his Devotee’s.
“Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna… Krishna Krishna Hare Hare , Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare…”
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In an unknown location somewhere in Kamino, a Blue haired adult --but not really-- left his game idle in his impersonal room.
There was nothing there but the bare walls, a thin futon, an old, off coloured TV set and Tomura’s only true possession.
An old Game console. An o;d Game console whose first profile was at the name of one Oboro.
Tomura didn’t know who this Oboro kid was… but Kurogiri told him he was long gone.
But… this wasn’t important. No, what Cause Tomura to stop his daily LOL raid was… the Random Event…
No…
No, it wasn't a random event and he’s knew that.
Tomura’s game wasn’t… it was a Kirby game. Those ancient games tat started with a big plot, then had some sweet game play with easy yet rewarding platforming and oodles of collectibles then ended with Horror beyond comprehensions…
Tomura had met with the Unspeakable horror…
That… Kid, He was a dead ringer for one Dark matter Knight, whit the same wild hair and single eyes.
He’d… Tomura had not killed him. Oh no, Kirby bosses rarely had a single phase, even Good Old Wispy Woods had two phases minimum (except in the super old games . )
This kids, Daksha… he’d gone to his Second Phase…
Daksha was a member of the Ancient Dark Matter, one eyed evil Kirbies who…
Who hated everything.
“Fuck.” Tomura uttered as he trew himself back on his spartan, scratchy bed. Daksha’s Quirk was a Kirby quirk, an Evil Kirby quirk…
He should be a vilain…And yet…
Maybe, Tomura could…
The blue haired villain shook his head, no, no, this was Kirby, He was a Kirby, or a Dark Matter controlling a kid, and this Kid Matter thing was willingly going to Hero school.
He had no Idea what to do, and whatever Sensei had told his protege made… no sense this time.
Tomura had watched that ‘kid’ get killed by that blond hoe in f ront Sensei’s new favorite, then return to life only to summon the fucking rainbow sword and sliced the menace’s arms off.
Then, somehow or other, This Daksha kid yeeted a Heart at Tomura… a Friend heart…
This…
Was the most aggressive friend request Tomura had ever received and a warning.
Tomura reached under his lumpy, stinky pillow (why by anything new when Tomura would just dust it in a fit of spite?) and pulled out the warm, beating heart.
It was a Kirby star ally friend heart… it was pink and smelled like good dream, love, Jasmine and vanilla with a hint of green.
Because of course Green Green was in there.
Tomura let out a shaky breath as he let the pink, dream like glow of the heart fill his own with promise of love and friendship…
At this point… At this point, Tomura new he didn’t deserve the olive branch, and yet, there it was…
“Save me…” He whispered to the heart, to Daksha’s heart.
Daksha was a Kirby, he was a matter, and Matters where like tofu and took whatever flavour they where in.
This was a Hero matter… not a villain matter, he had to be.
Meaning…
‘Save me… hero… ‘
Save me… my friend.’
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Back at the temple. As Toshinori buckled Daksha in his inconspicuous van with eh help of spinner. (Daksha had friends, good friends, and he didn't care for his look, how blessed.) The youth's lips stretched in a smile. “M’key” he murmured before falling deeper in his dream.
His teacher was close, he could not wait for the nest school day.