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*Proud Aro noises*

ehhahaHahA You say romAnce isn't Dead? ahhahaaha Oh Yes Indeed let me fix that fOr you ehhehehihi

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I would just like to say, this is absolutely amazing. I will totally be writing a fanfic that includes this sometime! ;]

“ commander, with all due respect. If after this is over, the general won’t kill you, I will. ” It’s babysitter Rex. With the wrong phase helmet cuse I like his amore phase 2 more. Sue me.

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Um... No? It's Not A Quirk

Uta (Tokyo Ghoul) X My Hero Academia! 1580 Words

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Uta was miffed. And by miffed, he meant falling from the sky. Literally. Uta twisted his torso, spotting strange looking people who were looking at him. The ghoul decided to play it safe and grabbed a manhole cover, dove in, and swung it closed. There was a man with a squirrel head. The shock didn’t last long though. As he ran down the sewers, Uta heard the sounds of a struggle. The ghoul rushed to the scene, to see sentient sludge suffocating a teen. Uta immediately lunged forward, snatching the sludges' eyes and tossing them in his mouth. Yum. The sludge dropped the boy, screaming and writhing in pain. Weak. He then reached inside the sentient slimes head, pulling out its brain, taking a bite, and smashing the rest under his boot.

With the slime dead and brain remnants sticking to his footwear, Uta decided to be nice, walking up to the boy. “Cough it up greenie.” Uta said as he smacked the kids back, initiating a coughing spree. “You don't want that stuff in your lungs.” Once the greenie finished (mostly) emptying his lungs, he quickly checked his surroundings. Uta could tell the boy knew exactly what he did, if the subtle glances and fearful expression was anything to go by. The sludge was an absolute mess by now, and greenie looked and acted about as strong and confident as a mole, so Uta had nothing to worry about as he walked up to the boy. “Kudos to you, keeping your cool kiddo. Need a hand-” “I am here!” The manhole Uta emerged from suddenly blew open, launching at Uta and greenie and revealing a large, loud blonde. Thankfully, Uta was a ghoul, so he easily caught the manhole cover. “You should really be more careful, sir.” Uta chasted as he sets the cover back in its rightful place. “The boy could have gotten hurt.” “You’re—“ the man looked over the scene, “what did you do to that villain!?” Said man’s face was now clouded with rage, his eyes seeming to glow blue as he realized the situation. Uta grinned, picking brain gunk from between his teeth. “I made his innards a snack, what else?” The man threw a punch, which Uta easily caught, grabbing onto the kid with the other hand. “Something wrong?” The ghoul teased, looking over his sunglasses to reveal his scarlet eyes. “Let the boy go!” The blonde roared. Hehe, he looked positively enraged! He came in with the other fist, so Uta let go of greenie and caught it. This punch was significantly stronger, so the boy tumbled back. “Run my boy, get out of here!” Uta glanced back, and the boy wasn’t looking at the blonde, he was looking at the ghoul, and he was curious. The boy was more intuitive than the muscle brain, eh? He had a look in his eyes that said ‘I know you're not human.’ “And get yourself checked into a hospital!” Uta would find him after he got out of this mess. Greenie had run away, so all Uta had to do was lose this guy. “Ya know, I wasn’t exactly planning on getting in any fights today.” Uta commented, as if he wasn’t currently wrestling a powerhouse. He reached the strength of a mid upper-end ghoul. A-rate maybe? “Who are you!?” Was all the man asked/said. “Oh! My name is Uta. Yours?” Now that caught him off guard. Clearly Mr. FruitSmash wasn’t expecting an answer. “Buh-bai!” And that was Utas Genki Girl side coming out. He dove back into the sewers, leaping off the rubble that came from the fight. Surprisingly, blondie didn’t follow.

~ ~ ~ Izuku sat at his desk, muttering frantically as he wrote in a notebook, a black one this time. Titled: ‘Villain Quirk Analysis’. There were only a few entries in this one, including Stain (Chizome Akaguro), Overhaul (Kai Chisaki), Mr Compress (Atsuhiro Sako) -plus a few others-, and the Tattooed Man. The entry he was working on now. Izuku had taken ‘apprenticeships’ under Stain and Overhaul in exchange for information on heroes with a less than stellar track record. He hated himself for it, but Izuku couldn’t help himself. He’d always been the trash, why couldn’t he take it out for a change? “M-Mr. Izuku?” “Yes Eri?” The greenette had taken custody of the girl, in exchange for a free hero’s death warrant and some hacking services, on the condition that he send some blood over to Overhaul once a month. “Can I go see Ms. Tsu?” The girl was his babysitter and blood-drawer, they lived in the same apartment complex. The front door opened, and Izuku inhaled sharply, opening his window. “Yes, go to her. Mum got home early, grab your things quickly.” Eri understood the urgency, grabbing her bird mask as Izuku stuffed his black notebook under the floorboard in his closet. Izuku ushered his little candy apple out the window and watched as she pounded on the upstairs window, quickly being whisked into the room by a pair of familiar hands. Izuku then yanked out his study book, barely settling back in when his mother opened the door. “Oh, good job Izuku! I would have hated to see you not studying.” Inko said with a happy smile. Izuku threw a grin over his shoulder, praying the woman didn’t notice his panic. *close* *click* and that was the lock.

~ ~ ~

All Might, or Toshinori Yagi, doubled over and reduced to his small form, seething. The man had been toying with him, and got away so easily! The hero pulled out his phone, dialing Tsukauchis phone number. The detective picked up in a single ring. “Tsukauchi, we have a problem. I���ll send you my location.” “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” It didn’t take long for the man to arrive, quickly taping off the scene and calling some reinforcements to block the route. “Toshinori, what happened over here?” The detective asked, the veteran hero, turning to his old friend. “There was another man here. Albeit it wasn’t a full power punch, he caught my fist and killed the villain. I managed to get the boy he was holding away, but I doubt that’ll be the end of him.” Tsukauchi got the memo, his face turning grave. “A villain that can catch any of your punches is a problem. I’ll send out a PSA to all the heroes in the area.” The detective pulled out a recording device. “Can you give a description?”

~ ~ ~ Uta took the metro to where his old mask shop would be, to find it in a run down district. The buildings were obviously less well kept compared to the central cities. Downtown Musutafu, home sweet home. His building was still underground, exactly as he remembered it. Plus, it looked like no one owned it. Inside, it was barren, the dust serving as a good indicator of its lack of use. However, when he opened the back door, he found it connected to a network of… Alleyways? The sky wasn’t visible from the back door, and the place reeked of blood and salt. After a moment of wandering, Uta began to hear sniffles. He followed the sound to see a blonde girl, curled up and crying. "Hey. Kiddo. You need help?"

: : : Uta couldn't figure out for the life of him why the girl- Himiko Toga- was now calling him 'Best Friend'. Here she was, draining a body dry of blood, while Uta himself was munching on an arm. “I’ll do pretty much anything if I can help other people with flesh and blood eating quirks. So all I need to do is wear a mask and spread the word?” “Mhm.” Uta confirmed through a mouthful of flesh. “I still need to refurbish my shop and get supplies, but that shouldn’t take long.”

And so began a week of cleaning and freelance work. Neither of them needed to buy food, seeing as both of them could survive off bodies. Eventually, Uta started making masks, starting with hers. It resembled a cat, yellow and black in color, with feathers extending from the cheeks. Where the roof of the cats mouth would be on her nose, the lower jaw was cut off and altered as a jaw guard, leaving her mouth available to eat with. The mask was truly exquisite, And Himiko ended up praising Uta more than needed to the people she found needing flesh and blood. In fact, on her way back to HySy, she had a group following her. Why? Because they had nowhere else to go.

Traumatized children. That's who Himiko brought him. However, Uta couldn’t say he was surprised. The thing that caught him off guard was the sheer quantity of people, they almost filled his shop. The group ranged from six year old's to teenagers, with one four year old in the mix. "Alright." Uta started, sitting in his chair as the kids sat on the floor in front of him. "First, let's lay out some ground rules." He said. "First, none of you will be able to help me out until I make you a mask, starting with the oldest. Second, no discrimination. I know not all of you have flesh quirks, and I will not tolerate bullying. There's alleys connected to the back of the shop that have functional rooms for you guys. First thing I want you to do is wash up and get some rest, we'll be cleaning that place tomorrow."

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The Ghostly Foxes Aren't Special

Urokodaki & Students X My Hero Academia! 772 Words

Even in his grave, Urokodaki wept. He wept for the children who died under his care, the small ray of hope being his only two living students. "Urokodaki-san?" The man opened his deathly eyes to see a fox mask, one of his own. This one was olive green, fading to white towards the bottom. The bright red nose and mouth were feminine, while the eyes took on a more masculine look, dark lavender in color.

"Ah, you're awake. Don't blame yourself for us, you did what you could. To me, that is the most beautiful thing a human can do." Ah, Kio. He was an interesting character. The boy had always been fascinated with humans and their 'beauty'. Sakonji didn't pretend to understand him, and Kio didn't try to explain. It was fine like that. Kio was wearing his cloud haroi- the same one he gave all his students- as well as a belt for his katana and a long red rope. No matter how many times he asked, Kio would never tell him what it was for.

There was another boy crouching next to Kio, who had white hair with black roots. His mask was completely white, with small red spider lily petals scattered around. The eyes were completely black with red irises, maroon veins branching from the bottoms of the eyes. For the mouth, unlike the others, the teeth were bared and bloody, showcasing the gums.

This was Haise. He was a kind and meek boy most of the time, but his split personality- Kaneki- was brutal, vulgar, and prone to bursts of anger. Urokodaki recalled the boy cracking his fingers frequently, often having to wrap his hands whenever he broke them.

Behind the two boys stood a blonde girl- Kirari- her hair braided into two hoops on her sides. She was a cruel and cunning girl, and magnificent at games and gambling. Reading people came extremely easy to her, as well as manipulation. Sakonji could easily describe her as ambitious, often asking about the other slayers and Hashira, as well as how to climb the ranks. Her mask had a blue nose and mouth, with scattered rose gold spades, hearts, clubs and diamonds across the cheeks. The pupils of the eyes were a spade and a heart, the whites fading from white to gray towards the edges. They had small gold lashes, which would glimmer in the darkness, if Urokodaki recalled correctly.

Behind them were all the other children, including; a blonde boy who always held a notebook, a brunette who loved shopping and using hammers to hit her enemies, a broccoli haired boy who could never seem to keep his bones intact, and a dark blue haired girl with spider stockings and gloves. Sakonji turned to see his four latest disciples: Tanjiro, Giyu, Sabito, and Makomo. And when Urokodaki opened his arms for a hug, all fifty-seven of them rushed in, the silence filling with tears and laughter. "I'm so glad you all forgive me." The teacher said to his students, once everyone calmed down.

Of course, Sensei." Kirari spoke up. "You saved all of us," she gestured to the crowd, "even from ourselves." Haise dipped his head, while Oka fidgeted with her hands.

After a few minutes of casual conversation and the others getting to know Tanjiro and Giyu, they quickly dubbed Tanjiro the 'Sunshine Child' of the 'Cloud Corps'. But soon after that, the fog around them started to lift. The sky opened up to daytime, the sun hanging high above them. "My gosh- don't stare at it!"

: : :

Urokodaki was still reeling at the fact that he was walking on living land, having gone through nearly all of his tea. His students have all decided to sleep in trees, aside from Tanjiro, who couldn't because of his arm. The boy felt terribly guilty, but after some reassurance from his fellow water breathers, he let himself sleep in the house. They felt, out of all of them, Tanjiro deserved it the most, especially after all the shit he went through. Though, Tanjiro insisted on helping whenever he could. Whether that be making Urokodakis tea, or weaving hammocks for the others.

Everyone else was out training with Giyu, warming up for their excursion to the modern-looking city about twenty miles out. The mask maker and his students had all figured out that they had traveled through time, the question to answer now was: 'why?'

~ ~ ~

Hizashi Yamada was on his evening patrol, when he noticed something. There were eyes on him. He couldn't spot who was watching him, but the presence was unnerving. like a hunter stalking its prey.

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Isekai Turtles: Rarely, Are There Turtles

Raph & Leo x Kung Fu Panda! 1959 Words

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"Uugh.." Leo groaned. What happened? He and Raph had been in the middle of kicking some Kraang butt when their world turned black. Had they used some sort of new weapon? Leo could tell every inch of him was still very much alive, due to the aching all over.

"'Bout time you woke up!" Raph's irritated voice said. "We need to get moving. I'm starving!"

"Good to see you too Raph." Leo replied in a raspy voice and chuckled. "You can go ahead and do whatever, I'll stay here."

"Heh, whatever you say, fearless leader." Raph said and smacked Leo's shoulder. He quickly jumped up into the trees and Leo muttered to himself.

"You'd think Mikey liked climbing, but Raph has always loved the trees most." Leo opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. They were nowhere near anywhere Leo had been before. "Huh." He said to himself and climbed a tree. "Where even are we?" A gentle breeze brushed his face as he looked about. As dusk fell, Leo could see trails of smoke start to rise from the west.

About half an hour later, Leo saw Raph approach with a large whole deer. It was dark out by then and the two brothers had their fill of dinner. "Well I'm out." Raph said in a disappointed voice. "Guess moving is gonna have to wait 'til tomorrow."

"I guess so." Leo agreed. He was still wide awake due to having slept most of the day, so he kept watch.

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Tigress couldn't get it. Didn't the others realize that there could be another attack at any moment? Tigress took it upon herself to go out on patrol by herself and do a perimeter sweep of the valley, and sometimes even go out to the forest if she had a bad hunch. Tigress slipped out of the Jade Palace and made her way down the stairs, her light feet leaping flawlessly down the mountain. Her silk uniform rippled in the wind as she glided down and through the valley and did her nightly routine. Tigress decided to venture out into the forest and was about to turn back when she heard something unusual: Breathing.

One of them sounded raspy and slightly strained, and the other was full and deep, obviously asleep. She soundlessly made her way to the noise. She saw two… Turtles!? They were supposed to be incredibly rare and ancient! To find even one as a teenager is once every hundred lifetimes! Considering how old they get and how uncommon they are. Tigress ran back to the Jade Palace as fast as her legs could carry her, she would have to report this immediately.

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Once Leo knew he would be able to fall asleep, he woke Raph to take watch and he did so with little complaint. Once Leo curled up in a ball on the ground, he was immediately able to doze off into the land of dreams.

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Raph was shaken awake by his older brother and he took watch. The cool night air was satisfying to the hot headed turtle as he leaned against a tree and closed his eyes, knowing his hearing would serve him better in a forest. "Donnie, Mikey… Where are you?" He whispered to himself. Though he would never admit it, he missed the two already.

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"Master Shifu!" Tigress borderline shouted as she abruptly opened her teachers door.

"What is it, Tigress?" Her master said as he woke up with a start.

"There are two teenage turtles in the woods beyond the valley. One of them is badly injured!" The kung-fu master explained. Soon the duo were headed back to the forest, Shifu shaken and wide awake. The both of them soon arrived where Tigress saw the boys and they saw that one was on watch. He seemed alert and stiff, as if he was listening closely to something, his red mask rippling in the wind. The one in the blue mask, who was asleep, was clearly injured due to his positioning and his breathing was raspy and strained. When they got closer, the one in red drew a pair of weapons, unfamiliar to the duo.

"Come out now and don't touch my brother." He said in a low voice, almost making eye-contact with them. Shifu jumped down from the tree, not wanting a fight, and then was followed by Tigress. "Who are you?" The teenager questioned, Shifu could tell it would not be easy to get him and his brother back to the palace.

"I am Master Shifu of the Jade Palace, and this is one of my students, Tigress." She stepped up and gave a slight bow, which, surprisingly, the turtle teen returned. He knew his manners. When Shifu offered them a place in the palace, he was yet again surprised when the boy accepted.

"My brother won't last long out here, even if he doesn't admit it." He said as he turned his face to his cold-blooded kin. "I'm only doing this for him. One wrong move and you have an enemy." The turtle declared.

"Those terms are acceptable." Tigress spoke up. "Do you want help carrying him?" She asked. The turtle declined and picked his taller brother up bridal style, seeming unphased. It was still night when the group arrived back at the Jade Palace and Tigress took the two brothers to an extra room. It had two beds, a small table and a potted plant in the corner. The red masked teen put his brother on one of the beds and walked up to Tigress who was at the threshold of the doorway.

"Thank you." He said with a slight bow. "We owe you." Tigress bowed back in kind, knowing her manners.

"The pleasure is mine." She said and they both righted themselves, the teen giving a slightly strained smile and closing the door.

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Raph closed the door and looked worriedly at his brother, he sighed. "At least you have a better place to sleep." He said, then lied down himself on the bed on the opposite side of the room and soon fell asleep.

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The next morning, Raph woke up to the sound of a loud gong, signaling the start of the day. "Time for morning training." He said to himself and looked over to his brother who was still fast asleep. "Seriously. He snaps awake at the sound of someone stepping on a twig, but sleeps through a flipping gong? Talk about unusual." Raph strapped on his sais, left the room and closed the door behind him. Luckily for the hot headed teen, the dojo in the palace was relatively close and was easily found. He walked in and there was only one punching dummy, to which he gave a light punch, for his standards anyway, and it flew halfway across the room. Raph put it back where it was and moved to the masts that looked like they each had a different level of hardness. Raph went for the hardest and thickest one and gave it a good punch, it gave a significant rumble. "Good enough." Raph muttered and continued striking at it, letting his morning anger out before breakfast.

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As the Furious Five and Master Shifu were serving themselves breakfast, they heard the palace rumble slightly, followed by more rumbles and some shouting on the stronger ones. "Uhh. What is that?" Crane asked, looking around at his peers.

"Oh, that's probably one of our guests." Shifu explained, everyone but Tigress turned his way, curious looks on their faces. "Tigress found two teenage-looking turtles last night in the woods, we brought them here because one looked badly injured." Shifu explained. Everyone was shocked to hear there were turtles staying at the palace, young ones no less, but kept listening. "They don't trust us much yet, so please try to leave a good impression." The room rumbled again. "I have a feeling we don't want to get on their bad side."

"Yes master!" The five replied in union. The six of them eventually finished their food and decided to head to the dojo early to see for themselves what was making the ruckus. When they opened the doors, they saw the young turtle dripping with sweat and punching the thickest iron mast they had, vibrating the whole room.

"Wow! Not even Tigress can get much of a vibration out of that one!" Monkey commented and was about to head over to the turtle, but Shifu stopped him. "Don't. It takes even us grandmasters utmost concentration to even get close to that power on the tier three iron pole without breaking ourselves." They watched for a few more minutes, then the boy finally stopped and bent over, hands on his knees and panting.

"Haaah.. I. Haaa, haaa.. Needed that." The boy said, clearly out of breath.

"Woah kid! That was impressive!" Mantis said as he climbed up the pole to get eye-level with the teen.

"Thanks." the red-masked turtle said, having caught his breath. He stood up to his full height and spoke once again. "Mind introducing me?" The boy asked, looking back and forth between Tigress and Shifu. "It would be my honor." Shifu said. "I am Grand Master Shifu, You've met Master Tigress." She gave a curt nod. "And these are masters Viper,"

"Hi!"

"Crane,"

"Good to meet you, kid."

"Monkey"

"Hello!"

"and Mantis."

"On your shell."

"Along with Po." Shifu introduced. Po waved and Raph bowed to each of them, which they returned in kind, once Mantis got off his shell. "I'm Raphael, my friends call me Raph." Said turtle introduced himself. "What about your brother?" Tigress asked, Raph chuckled. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

"Good to see you too, Raph." A raspy voice said from the door, making the others turn. They all saw a taller turtle with lighter skin, complemented with a blue mask. He was leaning against the door frame. "Leo, you should be resting. You haven't healed yet." The others made their way to the new company and they could all tell he was older by the look in his eyes and how he handled his manners. "My name is Leonardo, my friends call me Leo." The Furious Five and Shifu bowed back in kind to his own and introduced themselves again. "Even though I am glad to meet you," Shifu said, gaining the turtle's attention, "I would have to agree with your brother. You need to rest."

"You're probably right, but I'd like to get a short spar in with Raph first." Leo turned to his brother. "A spar Raph, not a brawl." The younger turtle chuckled. "Sure bro." The ninja duo headed over to a clear area, the others following in curiosity. They got in stances unfamiliar to the Furious Five, Po and their master, quipping their interest further. "Hajime!" Leo shouted, beginning the fight. Their style of fighting caused the spectators to stare in awe. Their fluidity and speed was much higher than that of the Five and they used foreign strikes and different fighting patterns. It was, by far, a much more beautiful form of combat. Within a minute, Raph had won, his brother pinned beneath him. "Congrats Raph, you win."

"Only because you're injured, Leo." Raph said, getting off his brother. "Maybe so, but still. Congrats." Shifu then stepped up, an awed smile on his face. "Where did you learn that style? I don't recognize it."

"It's ninjitsu, we learned it from our master Splinter. The style is a Japanese form of Martial Arts and includes weapons in the more advanced forms, such as tantos, fighting fans, sais, nunchucks, staffs, maces, etc." Raph chuckled. "What about Death Dragon? Remember when Mikey learned that one? It was too good to be true."

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Demonic Hero: Blood Art Slayer

Bakugo & Tokoyami X Demon Slayer! 1496 Words

Tokoyami was sitting calmly in his room, alone, waiting for his melatonin to hit him. When suddenly, a void opened, starting to pull him in. “Dark Shadow!” The bird headed boy shouted, awakening the shadow beast. The sentient quirk immediately latched onto the walls. But his grip was slowly slipping. Tokoyami shouted for help as he clawed at the edges of the void, though his attempts to pull himself out were futile. “Tokoyami-kun!” Midoriya shouted, as Mr. Aizawa yanked the door open. The ravenette immediately fired his scarf around Tokoyamis torso, the boy grabbing onto the cloth. “Someone grab his other arm!” Aizawa shouted. Not to anyone's surprise, Bakugo was the first to move into action. The ash blonde grabbed his classmate's arm, both of them securing their grips. But suddenly, Aizawas scarf snapped, and Dark Shadows' grip failed him, allowing the two boys to fall into the void, which closed after them.

: : :

Tokoyami and Bakugo both landed with a thud, finding themselves in a forest, at nighttime. “Shit.” Bakugo cursed, lighting a steady flow of explosions from his hands for light. “C’mon bird brain! We gotta figure out where the fuck we are!” Tokoyami silently agreed, walking beside his explosive companion. Once the moon was high enough to see by its light, Bakugo stopped his explosions for the sake of preserving his energy. After a while of walking, Bakugo was suddenly attacked. “You, why are you traveling with a human!?-” Dark Shadow interrupted via ramming into the attacker, followed by wrapping his ‘arms’ around said attacker. “Hey- what are you doing?!” He shouted, struggling against Dark Shadow. “Letting my classmate blast your head off.” Tokoyami said simply. “You’re not human.” “Hah!” Bakugo grinned, following through and splattering blood all over Tokoyami, which soon faded to ash. “I need to travel with you more often! I knew you had a sadistic side!” “Like I knew your eyes reflected your desire to see bloodshed.” Tokoyami replied simply. The duo continued through the forest with a new understanding of each other, finding a road on the way.

: : :

When they reached the outskirts of a town, Bakugo traveled ahead to scout the area. Something was bothering him, but he couldn’t tell what it was. When he reached said town, that's when it hit him. There were no quirks. A dimensional quirk then? A time traveling quirk? Bakugo was so confused. Hopefully there was something in this world that Tokoyami could blend in with, for better or for worse. The ash blonde explored the village, noticing all the traditional clothing and building structure. Probably a time traveling quirk. He bought some traditional clothing with some spare yen in his bag, which was exceedingly cheap. Inflation was a bitch, but it was helpful in these scenarios. “Hey kid, is that a school uniform?” The shopkeeper asked, seemingly excited. “Yeah, it's from a combat school overseas. Basically a regular school, but fighting and self defense is incorporated.” Bakugo explained as he placed the yen on the counter after changing in the changing room and putting his uniform in his shoulder bag. “Cool! What's it like?” Bakugo saw the opportunity. “People have odd traits there. It’s a unique school. One of my classmates could secrete acid.” “Kid, have you heard of demons?” Another voice cut in, causing Bakugo and the shopkeeper to turn towards said voice. “No.”

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Uzui Tengen narrowed his eyes slightly as the boy gave his answer. The blonde wasn’t lying. “What do you do in this school of yours? You said your class had ‘odd traits’?” “Yeah.” The boy replied. “At U.A., we’re educated and trained to protect others alike to us, and bring in anyone who attacks them.” Uzui hid his surprise. Was this a project of Muzans? Finding human kids and injecting them with just enough blood to give them demon arts, then sending them back to preserve the demon ranks under the delusion of protecting after brainwashing them at ‘U.A.’? The boy proceeded to thank the shopkeeper as Uzui thought, turning back to the Hashira. “Should we take this outside?” “Sure.” Uzui replied, the boy following him out the door. “So, what's up with these ‘odd traits’?” He asked. The boy stepped up next to him, easily keeping up with his long strides. “They give someone a set ability. There's four major classes: emitter, transformative, sentient, and mutant. Sometimes there's dual class traits, like one of my classmates who’s a mutant/emitter. Depending on the trait, there can be drawbacks. For example, if someone has a shadow related trait, sunlight will weaken them. In rare cases, It’ll burn them.” The hashiras suspicions got even closer to confirmed. “Are there regeneration traits?” Uzui asked. “What is their drawback?” “One, there are regeneration traits.” The boy replied. “Two, the user either has to have a lot of energy to use the quirk, or consume a lot of food. Also in extreme cases for powerful regeneration, they’ll have to eat human flesh.” Uzuis eyes widened. “Are there other traits that have this drawback?” “It's most common for the drawback, or requirement rather, to be blood drinking or something of the sort. Flesh eating trait drawbacks are less common.” “What about longevity traits?” The hashira asked. “Those are very rare.” The boy said. “One man managed to live 200 years or so. We don't know about his drawback specifically, but I’d guess similar traits would have a drawback like the regeneration ones.” The blonde answered. “You said this was a school right? What was your teacher like?” “He had black hair, and could erase anyone's traits by looking at someone and activating his own, turning his eyes clowning red, as long as he kept his eyes open.” Uzui had to hide his surprise yet again. Erasing demon arts? That sounded like something Muzan would only allow himself to have. “Thanks kid. I’ll leave now.” Uzui announced, the boy only nodding respectfully in return.

~ ~ ~

As Tokoyami was waiting silently in the shade of the forest surrounding the road, a crow landed in front of him. It had a… purple scarf? The crow looked a little weary, so Tokoyami brought out a small bag of bird seed he kept with him, offering some to the bird. Said bird accepted, settling on his shoulder after eating some. “Will you warn me if anyone comes close to us or if you need to leave?” Tokoyami asked the crow, who bobbed its head slightly, much to his surprise. The boy gave a small smile, before closing his eyes and promptly falling asleep.

~ ~ ~Demons. So that's what Tokoyami should cover as? The man's questions were oddly specific though. Regeneration, longevity, effects of sunlight, and flesh eating. Odd. Bakugo assumed those were all ‘demon’ traits, judging from the way he phrased the questions. And due to the fact that he had huge ass swords on his back, Bakugo could only assume it was the man's job to kill them. Most likely because of the flesh eating part. ‘Quirkest BS’, Bakugo would have thought if he was in his own world, but it was fairly obvious that these ‘demons’ weren’t human, and that there was probably a reason for killing them. Heck, that ‘man’ that they first met here was probably a demon. As he was on his way back to where he left Tokoyami, the sun started to set. Damn, how long had he been away? They only separated around mid-morning. Sheesh. As he approached the bird headed boy, Bakugo saw him leaning against a tree deeper in the forest, with his eyes closed and a crow on his shoulder. When he got close, the bird slapped Tokoyami in the face with his wing, waking the teen. “Hey bird brain.” Bakugo greeted the shadow user. “Welcome back to the land of the living. What’s up with the crow?” “He’s oddly intelligent, and agreed to wake me if anyone comes close. However, I don’t know where the scarf came from.” “Huh.” Bakugo said, holding out his arm, which the bird promptly landed on. The blonde stroked its head a couple of times, before raising his arm, prompting the bird to fly away, presumably to where it was headed before it met Tokoyami. “Well, I learned a couple things. There's creatures here called ‘demons’. It's likely that they eat flesh, can’t touch sunlight, and regenerate, based on a conversation I had with a man that had two huge-ass swords on his back. Looked like his job was to kill ‘em.” There was a pause. “And you want me to pose as one of them? Do you think you could beat him?” “Oh, he’d knock my ass unconscious in an instant. Call it a fighter's intuition.” Another pause. “I repeat, and you want me to pose as one of them?” “No, I told him that I came from an overseas combat school with kids that had ‘odd’ traits, he just proceeded to ask about demons and oddly specific questions."

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Ghouls: Not Your Ghouls

Ken Kaneki/Haise Sasaki, Uta/No-Face, Koutarou Amon X Harry Potter! 3392 Words

"[Non-understood languages]" (depends on POV)

"Understood languages" (depends on POV)

Ken Kaneki didn't know what to do. He had tortured Jason to his hearts content, he had slaughtered every ghoul and human that had wronged him, and now, he was just tired.

Beside him stood Uta, the only being who Kaneki could stand to see now, after breaking his every vow. The two Kakuja stood in empty silence, staring at the stars. "Say, Kaneki." Uta started, neither looking down from the stars. "If we could be sent away. To another world where none of this happened. Would you take the chance?" The elder ghoul asked.

There was a pause before Kaneki responded, speaking volumes. "Yes… There's no point in staying in the world… Where nothing waits for you." Then, ever so slowly, the two's bodies began to fade into shadow. As the darkness fades to their eyes, any trace of their presence disappears. Their time in ghoul-ridden Japan was over.

~ ~ ~

Kotaro Amon was having similar thoughts, sitting alone at his desk. 'This world is wrong.' The very same thought he had while fighting Eyepatch for the first time. The scar on his shoulder was still there, a constant reminder of the event. "This world is wrong." He whispered. With that, blackness enveloped him.

: : :

Amon 'woke up' to find himself in a surprisingly comfortable bed, hearing a few voices. "How is he madam Pomfery?" An elderly voice asked, with a slight British accent.

"He should be conscious any minute now." The other replied.

Amon then decided to sit up, catching one's attention. "Professor Dumbledore." The ravenette drawled, who hadn't spoken until then. "Our guest is awake."

Amon, mustering his best English, spoke up. "Um. Where am I?" Amon asked, cursing his heavy Japanese accent.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The eldest one answered. "You are currently in the hospital wing, we found you and two humanoid creatures washed up on a riverbed a few days ago."

"Humanoid creatures?" Amon only had one guess as to what kind of creature that might be.

"We were hoping you might know what they were."

"I may be able to help you with that." Amon said, thankfully only missing his trenchcoat, which he promptly put on. The CCG investigator then stood up, picking up his briefcase. "Lead the way."

~ ~ ~

"[So, what are these creatures? Surely the ministry would know about them if they were that high of a threat.]" A female voice said, with a thick British accent.

"[I am as clueless as you, Minerva.]" An elderly voice replied, with what seemed like a similar accent. The scent from Kaneki also shifted to confusion, confirming he was also awake and feigning unconsciousness like Uta. "[We mustn't waste the hour though, it's about time we put them in the barrier Sevyrus created for us.]" Suddenly, Uta felt his body float, having to keep from reacting. The two ghouls listened to the others converse, hoping to get some answers. However, Uta didn't know English. So it was fruitless. They were eventually placed on a bed of grass, their sharp ears picking up the sound of the duo walking away, approaching what seemed to be a very large man. "[Thank you Rubius, for letting us house these creatures under your care. We don't know what exactly is required for their welfare, so I apologize for this.]"

Once the three humans were far enough away, Kaneki and Uta sat up, Kaneki speaking first. "Damn," he hissed, "I'm hungry."

Uta chuckled. "Me too." Uta turned his head to Kaneki, realizing something. "Hey, you're half human." Uta was nice to Kaneki, but wasn't nice enough to sacrifice his own well-being, and Kaneki knew this.

"And you're Kakuja anyways, fine." The snow haired ghoul said, pulling back his sleeve. "Bon appétit." Dammit Tsukiyama.

: : :

"Uta , you have been tearing up my arm for seven minutes. Why is this taking so long?" Kaneki gritted out, blood dripping down his arm.

"Your flesh is tough, and I'm hungry. Is there a problem?" Uta asked, quirking an eyebrow, though Kaneki couldn't see it. Both of them were wearing masks.

"You know how much I've had to regenerate?" The platinum haired ghoul hissed, narrowing his eyes at his elder.

"Fair point. Eat some of your own arm, I'll let you have some of my flesh afterwards." Uta brushed off.

"You know how disgusting other ghouls taste."

"Yup, and I'm glad you're not one of them." Kaneki sighed, pulling back his other sleeve and munching on his own arm.

Kaneki was becoming more and more like Tsukiyama, much to his exasperation. "You owe me, Uta."

"Alright, I'm done." Uta said a few minutes later, pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Finally!" Kaneki said in an exasperated tone, yanking the mask maker's arm towards him. "I am so fucking hungry." The half ghoul tore into Utas arm, who didn't even flinch, only raising his eyebrows in amusement.

"Indeed you are."

"Shut up. You taste disgusting"

"I'm hurt Kaneki, I am hurt."

~ ~ ~

When they reached their desired location, seemingly an old hut, an absolutely giant man approached. "Mr. Dumbledore sir! The two fellas, one's eatin' the other!" Amon pursed his lips. 'Kakuja then.' He thought.

"Calm yourself Rubius." Dumbledore said. "This man, Amon, may be able to help." Without a second's hesitation, Rubius led them into the forest. Soon enough, Amon saw Eyepatch and No-Face, the ladder eating the former's arm, and the former munching on his other arm. Amon sighed, turning to the three men, Sevyrus having tagged along in curiosity. "You two are very lucky these ghouls are who they are. If it was any other, they'd be at each other's throats, trying to kill each other." Amon said, recognizing the ghoul duo as No-Face and Eyepatch.

"So cannibalism is normal for these creatures?" The ravenette-Sevyrus-asked.

"Not necessarily. In this situation, there are two kinds of ghouls: normal, and Kakuja. Both Eyepatch and No-Face are certified Kakuja, meaning they have regularly consumed the flesh of other ghouls. My hypothesis is that Eyepatch is letting No-Face feed off of him to satiate his companions hunger, and No-Face, if my guess is correct, will let Eyepatch do the same in return." Amon explained.

"Then why is 'Eyepatch' eating his own flesh?" Minerva questioned, looking a little green.

"He's probably doing that to keep himself from going into a starved state due to having to regenerate. Ghouls can sustain themselves off of their own flesh, usually long enough to find an actual meal, but not for any extended periods of time." Amon continued to explain. "Observe both their eyes, they only look like that when there's a form of agitation or excitement, or hunger."

After a moment, the principal spoke up again."If Kakuja are not the norm, what is a ghouls staple food?" Dumbledore asked.

"Human flesh." Kotaro answered simply, causing heads to turn to him. "We should go, ghouls don't like it when others watch them eat." As Amon turned away and walked back towards the hut, he continued talking. "This method won't last them long, they'll need an actual body soon, if this behavior is anything to go by."

"Thank you for informing us." Dumbledore said. "If I may ask, however. Can you tell me how you know all this?" The headmaster asked.

"I would like to know as well." Snape commented.

"I am a member of the CCG, standing for the Commission of Counter Ghoul. It's an organization meant to protect the public from ghouls, though it recently went underground after the sudden disappearance of ghouls, it's not unlikely that these two are the last ones left." Amon smoothly lied, keeping the absurd truth to himself.

Hagrid had retired to his hut, and now it was just the three, Severus now speaking up. "You called these ghouls, 'Eyepatch' and 'No-Face'. Do you happen to know them?" He asked.

"In a way." Amon confirmed. "No-Face was the former leader of the fourth ward before he resigned in Japan, where ghouls live, and Eyepatch and I have met on multiple occasions. I could say we have mutual understanding. He won't kill me, and I won't kill him. But if we catch each other slipping up, the deal is off."

Dumbledore hummed in understanding, continuing to speak. "How dangerous are ghouls? These ones in particular?" The principal questioned, Amon responding readily.

"Ghouls are separated into seven different classes: D, C, B, A, S, SS, snd SSS. D being weak enough for an inexperienced investigator to handle, after training and getting through the academy, and SSS being strong enough for even the most powerful of our forces, even with a full squad on their side. No-Face and Eyepatch are both SS rates. I'm only safe because Eyepatch doesn't want me dead, and No-Face is an ally of Eyepatch."

Dumbledore seemed to ponder for a moment, leaving Amon and the others in his silence before he spoke up again. "Learning about Japans ghouls can teach the students how dangerous magical creatures can really be, if your description is accurate." Dumbledore said, shifting his head to the investigator. "Would you be so kind as to teach the students about these ghouls? And with your permission, I would like to use the ghouls in the Triwizard tournament." Amon pondered his options, and was about to answer, but Severus cut in.

"If that is the case, I would like to gather samples to experiment with my potions."

"I wouldn't be opposed to gathering materials for you." Amon compromised. "Approaching a ghoul without a proper weapon or experience is a suicide mission, and I am currently the only human Eyepatch trusts."

Snape nodded, not seeming to have a problem with this. "Fair enough." The ravenette turned a corner, now in the castle, leaving Amon and Dumbledore.

"Students will be arriving this Sunday and classes start on Monday. I'll give you a schedule for your classes and a map of the castle." Two sheets of folded paper appeared in Dumbledore's hand, giving them to Amon. "For now, feel free to get familiar with Hogwarts." The man then suddenly disappeared, and Amon didn't blame him. Being a principal must be busying.

: : :

Over the next few days, Amon spent most of his time getting familiar with the castle, reading books on the history of magic, checking on the ghouls and getting acquainted with No-Face, and training with his quinque to keep up his skills and fitness. Per Severus' request, Amon taught the potions master about the physiology of ghouls, including RC cells, Kakugan, Kagune and their variants, and Kakuhou. The two ended up getting along easily, Amon finding the man suitable to help teach classes regarding ghouls.

Snape and Amon held a mutual respect for each other and the potions master quickly grasped that Amon was not familiar with the magical world. So, in return for teaching him about Japanese ghouls, Snape taught Amon about magical culture and some basic potions.

~ ~ ~

Back in Dumbledore's office, the principal scoured every map -magical and otherwise- he could for a place called 'Japan'. Amon had mentioned the place while describing the ghouls, but he couldn't find such a place in every place he looked. It’s as if it didn’t exist.

Curious. He would have to ask Amon about it.

~ ~ ~

A hungry ghoul was one thing, a starving ghoul was another, but a bored ghoul was something else entirely. The two SS rated, extremely dangerous ghouls, were currently playing roulette with the large boulders in their allotted area, making sure not to crush themselves in the process. "If that thing crushes me I will go berserk." Kaneki warned, eyeing the boulder as it was coming down. It landed not three feet away from the whitette, creating a sizable crater.

"Then I guess you're not going 'berserk'." Uta commented casually as Kaneki picked up the boulder in front of him, about the mass of a fully grown man. It was much heavier though, seeing as it was made of, well, boulder. Kaneki grunted and threw said boulder high in the air, taking only about eight seconds to land by Uta, roughly two feet away from the black haired ghoul. "So. This Amon guy. You sure we can trust him?" Uta asked, picking up the boulder and throwing it up in the air. One and a half feet.

"Positive. Me and him have a little unspoken agreement. As long as we only kill out of necessity, then we should be fine." One foot.

"Noted." Half a foot.

Kaneki yawned, flopping on the boulder not two inches in front of him. "I'm tired, goodnight." Announcing an end to the game. Uta chuckled, walking over and sitting down next to the boulder, closing his eyes.

~ ~ ~

Harry, Ron, and Hermoine, as well as many others, had noticed the new man at the staff table. What confused them though, was that Dumbledore hadn't introduced him yet.

"Do either of you now who that man is? The one next to Snape?" Harry asked his friends.

"No." Hermoine answered, glancing at the new face. "I don't recognize his nationality either. He's most likely a traveling teacher."

"Traveling for what though?" Ron asked.

"How am I supposed to know!?" Hermoine said, exasperated. "I don't have a master schedule for heaven's sake!"

"For all who may have noticed, I'm sure you are wondering who the new face is at the staff table." That caught everyone's attention. "You will be calling him Professor Amon, and he will be officially introduced and start classes when the Durmstrangs and Bobatens arrive for the Triwizard Tournament." The mentioned man stood up and bowed in a polite manner to the crowd. Anyone with any knowledge of cultural differences easily and correctly assumed that it was simply a way of greeting. There was a small smile on his face, genuine and calm.

"Seems nice enough." Harry said. But then, shock spilled across all of their faces.

"Since when did Professor Snape ever seem to genuinely enjoy a conversation?" Ron gaped.

"Professor Snape." Fred said. "Enjoying a conversation?" George finished. Both twins simultaneously turned to the staff table. "Ay, will you look at that?" George continued.

"Ronalds got a good set of eyes in his noggin."

Ron sighed. "Seriously?"

: : :

The next morning, after the first stretch of classes, a handful of students plus the Golden Trio, stayed behind. "Professor McGonnigal." Hermoine spoke up. "Do you know where we can find Professor Amon?" She asked.

The professor quirked an eyebrow, before answering. "He'll most likely be by the Whomping Willow training with his Quinque. If he's not there, check the library. Otherwise, it's best he's not disturbed." The students left with their thanks, heading to the mentioned magical tree. It seemed other students had asked a similar question, because many others were headed to the whomping willow as well.

When the trio arrived, they saw Amon, gracefully dodging the willows branches, a large spear-like weapon in hand. All of the students were further impressed when a thick branch landed not a foot away from the man, who proceeded to run up its length, vaulting over the tree and continuing to dodge its branches. Eventually, Amon leaped away from the tree's range, turning to the students. "Can I help you?"

The students began asking questions, such as who he was, where he came from, and such. The man had put away his Quinque, answering to the best of his ability and chatting casually with the more extroverted students, who seemed to enjoy his company. "So this is the one Dumbledore was talking about? I can't see hardly anything noteworthy. Not even a wand." A blonde Slytherin boy said, strutting up to the crowd.

"I use something called a Quinque, it's made of a special steel that is resistant to all types of magic." Amon explained casually, the taunt in the boys voice seemingly going straight over his head. "Anything else I can help you with, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked.

The Slytheryns face was already taking on that childish scowl, much to the Gryffendors amusement, when he asked: "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Japan." Amon replied simply, picking up his briefcase.

"Japan? Never heard of it." Malfoy said. It was clear he was trying to mock, and equally clear that Amon didn't care as he answered.

"I'm not surprised, Japanese have a preposterous amount of xenophobia. They keep the island off all the maps." The man turned away with a smile, towards the castle. "I'm afraid I'll have to draw this to a close. Lessons start soon and I believe you should head over to your respective classrooms before you're late." Amon said politely. Soon enough, the students cleared out, leaving the investigator to himself.

~ ~ ~

Kaneki was starting to get a little pissed. Those 'Hogwarts Professors' were all staring at him. "[So this is a Japanese ghoul?]" A man asked, whom Kaneki heard his name was Bartey Crouch. "[He doesn't look very threatening.]"

"[I assure you, Eyepatch is not to be underestimated.]" Amon said, pulling down his collar to reveal the mutilating scar the ghoul gave him. "[He gave me this when he was juvenile and half-developed, and I was already an experienced investigator.]" Kaneki climbed down from the branches he was perched on, hanging upside down, directly in front of the humans.

"[Amon, is this normal?" A woman in green asked, leaning back slightly, despite the barrier. Kaneki didn't understand a word they were saying, but he got the geist, almost laughing at the woman's expression.

Amon sighed, seeming exasperated. "[No.] Eyepatch, are you high? Quit trying to terrify the wizards."

Kaneki choked on his laughter, falling from the branch. "How do you expect me to get high? All we have here is plants! And me and No-Face still haven't gotten a proper meal yet!" Kaneki's Kakugan flared at the last sentence, causing the wizards and witches all to take a step back.

Amon sighed. "They're working on it, as far as I've been told." Then, Amon realized something. "Please don't scar the ones who haven't seen it."

"Oh, you bet I will. I'm fucking hungry, you'll be fine." Kaneki's Kagune erupted from his back, reaching up and dragging down Uta from the trees, whom he took a chomp out of his neck, blood splattering all over the ground. All of the present wizards had looks of horror on their faces, much to Kaneki's glee, who continued to tear flesh from Uta. Just for shits and giggles, Uta yanked Kaneki's arm towards his mouth, chomping through the skin and muscle. He was hungry for human flesh as well, and the both of them wanted to make it explicitly clear that they would do just about anything for a good human meal.

Kaneki watched as Amon ushered the magical folk to look away, speaking up as they focused their attention on him. "[That was Eyepatch's way of reminding you that he and No-Face are very hungry and still haven't gotten a meal. The tentacles you saw from Eyepatch were Kagune, Rinkaku to be exact. His red eye was his activated Kakugan] -Eyepatch, what in heaven's name are you doing?" Amon had shifted his attention back to the ghouls for just a split second, to see the two playing roulette with a boulder.

"Playing roulette." The white haired ghoul said simply.

"I can see that. But why?" The investigator asked, the most confused and exasperated look on his face.

"Because it's fun." Kaneki replied, grinning behind his mask at the investigators peril.

~ ~ ~

Amon managed to get the wizards away from the disturbing scene of ghoul cannibalism without them looking back, speaking up again when the sounds of tearing flesh had disappeared. “Eyepatch is a very spiteful ghoul, and isn’t afraid of doing what needs to be done. So you’d better get those two a body before they find a way out of the barrier." He said to Haggrid, before turning to Mr. Crouch. "Just for the sake of my conscious, Are you sure you want Eyepatch in the Triwizard tournament? There's a very real chance that your students will be eaten alive." the investigator warned.

"The students who sign up all know the risk of death in the tournament, and the risk of a painful one. I know your job is to protect people from Japanese Ghouls, Mr. Amon, But please bear with it." Needless to say, The CCG member was not happy.

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Demon(slayer?)hood

Izuku Midoriya, Eri X Demon Slayer! 2296 Words

“Remember, boy. If you see me, run. I’m only about four hundred years old then. I will not recognize you.” The six-eyed demon commanded his pupil, the only sign of his aging being the silver white hair streaking his ponytail.

Izuku bowed, “Hai Sensei!” He said, the necklace gifted to him bouncing off his chest as he righted himself.

“And hide that necklace.” Kokushibo reminded Izuku. “Having one of my eyes on you is an immediate trial in the Demon Slayer Corps, and potential execution.” The boy nodded, tucking the jewelry under his shirt.

“I’ll only use it as a last resort.” Next to Izuku was a little girl, Eri. Since Overhaul had been imprisoned and not killed, she had no faith in her safety anywhere in this world. She was eager to step through the rip in reality behind her, to leave forever.

Kokushibo stood up, walking around his desk and embracing the two silently. He didn’t ask if they wanted to turn back, or change their minds. All he did was shove them through the portal, turning to face a mask, and a pair of golden eyes.

~ ~ ~

Izuku immediately turned, frantically looking for Eri. Where was she? He drew his Scorpion Stinger, wandering into the forest at the sound of rustling leaves. “You! Bow to the power of the Great Inosuke!” Now, Izuku knew someone named Katsuki Bakugou, and immediately recognized the attitude.

“Fight me!” The greenette shouted back. “Whoever wins has to help the other with one request!”

The boy paused for a minute, as if not believing what he was hearing. “Finally! Someone wants to fight me! Bring it on!” Inosuke howled, charging Izuku. The youngest of the Midoriya Family expertly sheathed his sword, entering a grappling match with his new friend.

Eventually, Midoriya decided to end their match, taking a deep breath in. ‘Broccoli Breathing, Friendship Bat!’ Izuku landed a roundhouse kick on Inosukes skull, causing the boy to collapse, his boar mask falling off and revealing one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen. But not as pretty as Eri’s, of course. Izuku picked Inosuke up, along with his mask, carrying him down the path towards the Final Selection, which Kokushibo told him he needed to attend if he wanted assistance from the demon slayers in any significant way.

Izuku had planned on just living a quiet life with Eri as his pseudo sister, but now with her missing -most likely separating in the portal- he needed all the help he could get.

: : :

About an hour later, Izuku had taken a break from carrying Inosuke, stopping by a river to bathe himself. The water was cold at first, but felt nice against his scars. Scars he had earned in only his first year of hero training.

The boy had given up heroism after the year was over. It had become too much for him, and he wanted to preserve himself for the people who he loved; Every inch of unscarred flesh, and every bone left unshattered in his body. He’d given OFA to Aizawa-sensei to give to students of his choosing, teaching the man how to separate the quirks and transfer them individually with Quirk Pass and how to use them over the summer. However, Aizawa had decided to have Izuku keep Danger Sense and Black Whip, being one of the few who knew of Izuku's plans to enter a world of demons, with a little girl to protect.

They had delivered the news in a last minute fashion to his classmates (aside from Bakugou), only telling them that he would be leaving, and not coming back. Izuku had cried when he told them, but he didn’t regret it. He couldn’t bear to look at the world he lived in any longer, cloaking disdain for it every minute of every day he was allowed to let his thoughts stew.

And what better place to go than Kokushibos own world? A place he might be able to find something familiar without wishing it wasn’t there.

Izuku was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed Inosuke join him in the river until now, quiet and with his back turned as he washed himself. His mask and clothes were on the riverbank with Izuku's belongings, however, they weren't folded like the greenette’s was.

The duo continued to respectfully ignore each other until the hour was up, when they both left the river to dry and get dressed.

“Inosuke-san.” Midoriya spoke up after a minute, drawing the boy's attention. “Are you alright?” Inosuke paused for a minute, before sparkling and answering.

“Yup!” The bluette replied. “I was being quiet because creatures usually don’t like to talk while they are vulnerable, or their scars are present.”

Izuku smiled, then grinned. “Thank you Inosuke. By the way, what is your full name?” He asked.

“Hashibira! Hashibira Inosuke! What is your name, person-I-owe-a-favor-to?” Hashibira asked in turn, still sparkling.

“Midoriya Izuku.” The boys sparkling intensified, causing Izuku to shield his eyes. “Tone it down, will you?” The sparkling went down, and Izuku was able to see again. “My little sister went missing. She has pale blue hair and red eyes. Would you look for her when we part ways?”

“Fine! I will find your sister! You can count on it!”

~ ~ ~

Eri opened her eyes, looking around. Where was she? Where was Izuku?!

Suddenly, the horned girl heard the strike of a biwa, and her surroundings changed. She was on a tatami mat floor, in a room that had walkways and stairs on the ceiling and walls, appealing to have infinite surfaces in every direction. "W-where am I?" She asked quietly, too confused to be scared. "You are in the Infinity fortress, young one." A femenine voice replied. Up on a raised platform, a woman holding a biwa looked down at Eri. "Tell me girl. Are you human? Can you walk in the sunlight?" Eri nodded, hesitantly looking around. The woman struck her biwa again, teleporting next to Eri, causing her to jump a little. "Sit, girl. What is your name?" Eri sat down obediently next to the woman,"My name is Eri Aizawa."

~ ~ ~

Nakime glanced at the girl, noticing the exhaustion on her face. "Come, girl." She said, putting her biwa down. "You look tired, you can lie on my lap." The pale blue haired girl cast her a thankful look, accepting Nakimes offer and almost immediately falling soundly asleep, in what looked like the first time in days.

Not an hour later though, Nakime sensed the Upper Moons. They were granted permission by Muzan to enter whenever they pleased, much to her irritation, so Muzan allowed her to kick them out after 24 hours if they were too bothersome. Kokushibo and Akaza were never a problem, Daki and Gyutaro mostly minded their own business, but the other three could get annoying as hell. It was even worse when Doma and Akaza were in the same area, she always had to clean up their messes. Though, she really couldn't blame the ladder.

Kokushibo was the first to reach Nakime and the sleeping girl, much to her thankfulness, who seemed to catch on to the situation and went to quiet the loud ones. Namely Doma, but the others too. Roughly 15 minutes later, the others arrived.

They were all quiet, much to Nakimes temporary relief, until Doma opened his mouth. "Aw! How cute!" He said quietly, to everyone's surprise. But, he wasn't quiet enough. The girl jumped, clutching onto Nakimes kimono in fear, snapping awake instantly. The biwa demon glared at the blonde, placing a hand on the girl's shaking form.

"Doma, you fool." Akaza hissed. "Kokushibo said to be quiet." The demon promptly decapitated Doma with his hand, veins bulging.

"I was just trying to be nice!" Doma protested.

Nakimes anger had been steadily rising, but immediately simmered down when the girl stopped shaking, standing up and timidly approaching the decapitated head. The gore didn't seem to bother her as blood dripped onto her feet, proceeding to hold the head up to Domas' still standing body. "H-here you go sir." She said quietly, the demon taking his head and putting it back on his head.

"Why thank you little girl!" He said. No longer trying to be quiet, but not loud either. The girl quickly zipped behind Kokushibo, clutching his hakama pant leg as she eyed the other demons cautiously.

~ ~ ~

Kokushibo looked down at the little girl, giving her a questioning look as she returned his gaze. It was silent for a moment as they had a small staring contest, until she wrapped her arms around his legs. "You look like you need a hug." She said, as she closed her eyes and pressed her face into the side of his thigh. The demon's stoic demeanor broke as a small smile graced his face, placing a hand on the girl's head. A calm, peaceful sensation washed over Kokushibo as he ruffled the girl's hair, his eyes falling closed in a happy manner, his smile widening ever so slightly. But, the moment was ruined when the duo heard the metallic clang of one of Domas' fans clattering to the ground.

Kokushibo almost felt bad for his second.

~ ~ ~

As Akaza turned around to face Kokushibo, he saw something he never thought he would ever see in his life. 'Kokushibo is smiling. Upper Moon One is fucking smiling.' Using his compass, Akaza sensed Doma was about to turn around and say something stupid, so he quickly slapped a hand over his superiors mouth, motioning to Kokushibo.

'And Doma stayed quiet. Doma is being quiet- WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?'

~ ~ ~

Muzan Kibutsuji was quite confused when he felt large amounts of panic, shock, and confusion from Akaza. But oddly, Upper Moon Three wasn't dying. This caused Muzans confusion to rise. He looked into Akazas head to hear: 'Kokushibo was smiling. Upper Moon One is fucking smiling.' Akaza then quickly slapped a hand over Domas mouth.

'And Doma stayed quiet. Doma is being quiet- WHAT THE FUCK IS-' And thats where Muzan left Akazas mind.

He then decided to visit Kokushibos head and felt a peaceful serenity in the demon. His eyes were closed, but he could feel a small child hugging the demon's body. From Upper Ones memories, he saw the face of a red eyed girl, with a small, barely noticeable stub of a horn. In the background, the demon king could hear Daki fawning over the girl in her head. Muzan then shifted to Doma, who was stunned to silence, almost feeling bad when the blonde dropped his fan.

~ ~ ~

Eri jumped when she heard a metallic clang, looking over to the blonde man, who seemed relatively shocked. Eri hesitantly let go of the six-eyed man's hakama, walking over and picking up his fan. "S-sir?" She stuttered out, drawing his attention. "You dropped this." The girl held up his fan, seemingly snapping him back to reality.

"Oh, thank you! I was just surprised, it's not often you see Kokushibo-dono smile." The blonde smiled, who Eri remembered his name was Doma, from when Mr. Kokushibo was telling them about his world.

She gave a small nod and hurried over to said pink-haired man, hugging his legs in a similar manner. "You also look like you need a hug." Eri said. This one was Akaza. Kokushibo had described him as one of the better ones, he wouldn't hurt her. She didn't notice Akaza giving Kokushibo a panicked look, asking for advice. The demon only nodded towards the girl's head with his own, prompting the nervous demon to pat Eri on her pale blue locks. Eri didn't notice any of this, only leaning into the demon's touch, happy for the comforting gesture.

Eri then passed out, stressed by the recent development, and light headed from the last blood draw.

~ ~ ~

Akaza panicked again, quickly catching the girl's limp body as she fell. Did he do something wrong?! He glanced around to see the other Upper Moons snickering, even Kokushibo had an amused glint in his eye. Akaza then glanced at Nakime, begging her for answers. She only smiled and gestured to her lap, Akaza quickly placing the girl with her.

"Akasa, you dolt." Daki snickered. "The kid's just tired and stressed. Don't worry your pink-haired head." Akaza sighed in relief, almost wilting. But he, and all the other Upper Moons, went ramrod straight when they sensed Muzan in the room, bowing immediately. Aside from Nakime, who simply straightened in attention.

"Originally, I was going to make her my heir, and train her to be the next Demon Queen." He stated. "However, it seems being with you six would be better for her. Teach the girl the ways of the Upper Moons, only then I will make her the new ruler of demons." Muzan then warped away, presumably returning to his office. All of the demons were shocked at this new development, Muzan was not one to give up even an ounce of his power.

"Well well well!" Doma was the first to speak up. "That is quite interesting! What should we teach her?" He asked.

"I'll teach her hand-to-hand." Akaza offered.

"Swordsmanship." Kokushibo continued.

"I'll teach her how to appear human for when she becomes a demon!" Doma said.

"I'll help with that." Daki also said. "And Gyutaro says he'll teach her about poisons. Hantengu, you and Doma can teach her psychology. And Gyokko, you and Nakime can teach her about music and craftsmanship." The lewd demon ordered, not afraid of her superiors. During this, Nakime had put the girl to bed, much to Akazas relief. He swore, if anything were to happen to her, Akaza would kill everyone in the room and then himself.

~ ~ ~

Muzan choked. What now?!

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Traveling Spider: An Anomaly

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) X Clone Wars! 2137 Words

'Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.' Peters Spider-Sense warned him as his body began to crumble to dust. "Mr. Stark?" He said as he stumbled towards Tony Stark, his mentor, teacher and father-figure. "I don't feel so good." He didn't know what happened next as the one who had come to raise him as his own son embraced Peter's fading body.

"You did good kid…"

Blackness…

Peter Parker woke up with a start. His head ached like hell and he was extremely hot, his mask covering his face. Peter willed the mask to come down and it felt like sand falling off his face. "Hey Karen." He said, speaking to the AI in the suit.

"Yes Peter?" She asked.

"Where are we? And does the Iron Spider need any maintenance or charging?" Peter asked the AI.

"We are on a foreign planet sir." Karen answered. "And no, the suit is fine." Wait. A foreign planet!? How was he going to get back to the others? Ned? Aunt May? Mr. Stark… "Peter? Are you okay?" The AI asked, sensing his destress via heart rate.

"I'm fine Karen…" Peter said as he sat up to take in his surroundings, taking a couple deep breaths. "But being on my own, having no idea who turned to dust…" He paused and stood up fully. Gosh he needed water. "Where's the nearest water source?"

"Go to the foot of the cliff and dig three feet down and you'll find a freshwater stream." Karen replied. Peter did so using the spider legs built into the suit. Apparently the Iron Spider had water storage in case he went on long trips without water to keep his body hydrated. God, Stark was a genius.

"Hey Karen. This suit can turn into regular clothes right?" Peter questioned his AI friend.

"Yes. If you would like, I can manipulate it to look like that of the natives." Peter thought about it and nodded.

"Yah, let's go with that." Peter replied. He was suddenly wearing a pair of boots, heavy trousers that were slightly baggy and had a thick utility belt from his left shoulder to his right hip. There was also a necklace that seemed to be made of thin rope and teeth of some sort. The suit also provided an earpiece that was barely visible so Karen could speak to him. Using his spider attributes, Peter scaled the cliffside back to where he was before to get a better look at the new place. He saw smoke start to rise a few miles away as the sun started to set and told Karn to zoom in on the location. An eyepiece came out of nowhere and Peter saw what looked like a village of humanoids. They had no hair, but possessed two thick tentacle-like body parts on their heads that replaced it. Their skin tone varied from oranges, greens, reds and blues. Peter also notices they all had pointed teeth that looked very sharp and strange looking ears. The eyepiece was retracted and Peter began to head toward the small village to get a better look and maybe meet the natives. 'Hide, hide, hide, hide, hide!' Peters Spider-sense suddenly yelled at him. He took a sharp right and slid into a small cave just as a fleet of very large ships entered the atmosphere. "Karen, what are on those things!?" Peter said urgently to the AI.

"My scanners indicate 1025 droids. 1000 of them are designed for battle, 20 for maintenance and 5 analytics and tacticians." Karen replied.

"Switch the Iron-Spider to camouflage." Peter ordered. The suit reverted back to its original form and turned to a beige to match the sandstone. He watched as several ships were piloted out of the cruisers and offloaded hundreds of battle droids. Anger started to boil within him as the droids shot down those who fought and apprehended the rest. Peter decided to get closer and see what he could do to help the natives.

~ ~ ~

Earlier:

Meanwhile, Anakin Skywalker was pacing in his room in the Jedi Temple. Padme and Ahsoka had been put into the hospital due to the Blue Shadow Virus and for all he knew their lives could be on the line, not to mention Rex and his brothers. A little warning bell went off in Anakin's head before a splitting headache hit him. Anakin, being hypersensitive to the force, took the blow much harder than any of the other Jedi. This would have felt like a strong rush of wind to anyone else who noticed. But for him, it was a hurricane. The strange thing was, the force wasn't warning him of danger, but something big. Something that could easily become danger. The pain of the headache was almost excruciating. It was like a ringing in his ears. Once he was recovered enough to walk, he headed straight to the council chambers. A few of the Jedi Masters were already there.

"We still don't have any leads as to what caused this surge in the force." Mace Windu said, only the council and Anakin in the room now. "Skywalker. The surge seemed to have a lasting effect on you. Did you glean anything at all from this?" At the words of the Master of the Council, Anakin spoke. He hadn't done so since entering the room, still thinking of what the force had told him.

"... I did feel something." He said, a few of the masters leaned forward in their chairs. "It was like the force was telling me something very big was happening, that wasn't currently a threat, but could very well become one." The council agreed to keep this new development in the force a secret. Because if the Jedi could feel that strong ripple in the force, so could the Sith.

~ ~ ~

In Chancellor Palpatine's office, The master and apprentice were discussing what they had felt. For the sith and the dark side of the force, it told them that there was a chance at unprecedented power that this galaxy has never seen. "Hunt this opportunity down, Tyranus." Sidious ordered his apprentice. "This must not be an opportunity for the Jedi."

"Yes Lord Sidious." His apprentice answered and obeyed. A sinister smile fell on the dark lords lips, he was pleased.

~ ~ ~

Present time:

After a few minutes of observation, Peter managed to spot the leader of the alien race and noticed he was taken to a cell in a complex, rather than with the rest of his people, who were surrounded and had guns trained on them. Peter constructed a plan in his head:

Bust the leader out of jail and figure the rest out with him.

Yes, it was a one-step plan, but it was the best he had, knowing the native leader would know more about his home terrain, enemies etc. Peter kept his camouflage activated as he snuck past the guards. If he stayed in place, he became completely invisible and the suit kept him from being detected by thermal cameras. He stuck to the ceiling as he climbed toward his destination. The orange-skinned alien was being guarded by only one droid, easy. Peter's spider legs quickly snapped off the droid's head and caught it before it hit the ground, then quietly put it down.

"Alright, what do we have here?" Peter muttered to himself as he soundlessly dropped from the ceiling and faced the panel. Karen told him which buttons to press and the door slid open, letting the leading-figure out of the cell. Once he left, Peter closed the door and kept watch as the man put on his gear and primed his guns. "How do you suggest we free your people?" Peter asked.

"There's a cannon to the west, that's the only thing keeping my people there. Once we take that out and deactivate the manacles, they can do the rest."

"Good to know. I'll take the cannon, you would probably have an easier time leading your people on ground." Peter agreed.

"Here, take this." The orange skinned alien said and tossed him a bracer of some sort. "Contact me when the cannon is out." He said and Peter went on his way with a nod. The plan was set into action and Karen described the functions of the communicator. The cannon was taken out and Peter pressed one of the buttons. "

"The cannon is out of commission!" Peter said through the communicator. As he dashed back toward the camp, Peter heard the leader thank him and blaster fire over the comlink. "Everything good over there?" Peter asked his ally as he took out one of the tanks.

"Yes. Once we're done, meet us at these coordinates." He replied and sent him the location.

"Got it. Good hunting!" Peter said as he received the coordinates.

"Good hunting." And they discontinued contact. Peter finished off the perimeter defenses later than the rest and started heading to the camp, away from the enemy outpost. It was dark by the time he saw the camp, but thanks to the Iron Spiders night vision, Peter could see fine.

~ ~ ~

Cham Syndulla was honestly thankful for the young warriors help and felt slightly guilty leaving the boy to finish off the outer defenses on his own. The rebel leader was currently waiting at the front entrance to the base for his strange ally when he heard a commotion. Cham quickly headed toward the disturbance and immediately knew what was happening.

"Hold your fire!" He shouted just as they were about to shoot. The camouflaged boy then quickly reached the gates.

"Who is this?" One of Cham's followers asked.

"He's the reason we're all here right now." Cham replied. After a bit of further explanation, the two got to know each other further. "May I ask. What is your name?" Cham asked.

"I'd rather keep my identity confidential for now, if it's all the same to you." The boy replied. "But for now, just call me Spiderman." Cham nodded, understanding his secrecy.

~ ~ ~

As Peter was studying a holomap of the planet, he noticed Syndulla leave with a few of his comrades to go on patrol the next morning. Peter was currently studying the capitol planet of Coruscant, described as a city-planet, under jurisdiction of the galactic senate and Chancellor Palpatine. He had already gone over Naboo and Rodia as well when he heard Syndulla return with a few other people. When Peter laid eyes on a dark-skinned robed man, his spider sense tingled in anticipation.

~ ~ ~

When Mace Windu entered Syndullas base alongside the remainder of his men, a little bell went off in the back of his head, telling him to stay alert. Not for danger, but rather for an opportunity.

"I hope you do not mind." Cham said as he motioned to the dancers. "It serves as a distraction for what my people have been through." After a bit, Mace was taken to a room in the back and spoke.

"How do you propose we convince your senator to agree to your help?" Mace asked.

"I'm not sure." Cham replied honestly. "But before that, I would like you to meet someone. Spiderman?"

"Hm?" A voice replied in a questioning tone as the air seemed to ripple before Mace's eyes in the shape of a man.

"I never questioned it before. But can you take down your camouflage?" Cham asked the rippling air.

"Oh, sure!" The voice replied and there was suddenly a humanoid figure covered in metallic scales of blue, red and gold with black and white eyes. It appeared young, though Mace could tell through the force that the boy had been through a lot. "Do you need something?" He asked curiously, so Cham spoke.

"I believe you could be of some help freeing my planet. Are you opposed to joining us?" Teh Twi'lek asked.

"Oh! Not at all." The boy replied. "What do you need done?" He asked. Mace was surprised as to how willingly the metallic-scaled boy was able to jump into battle, so the Jedi master spoke.

"You've been in battle before kid?" Mace said and suddenly the boy turned solemn.

"Yah." He said sadly, though everyone who was listening could tell he was trying to sound fine. "I don't think I'll be seeing the rest of my team again anytime soon." That sentence told Mace and Cham all they needed to know and the trio switched subjects. They got in contact with a few Jedi, the chancellor and the senator of Ryloth. Spiderman had stayed quiet through the ordeal, but Mace could tell he was listening intently .

~ ~ ~

It had been a few minutes and Peter Parker was getting tired of the bickering between the senator and the rebel leader, Syndulla. Peter decided to give the two groups sixty more seconds to try and resolve their conflict before he intervenes.

[ms-kio]

Absolute Filth

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul X Clone Wars! 1261 Words

(Image is just the outfit, no Eri T-T)

Chisaki Kai wasn’t… stupid. He'd traveled dimensions- Seriously! Could this woman get any more annoying?- He’d spent two years in the shithole that was known as the Coruscant Canopy, making a living off of making people disappear. Apparently, he had gotten popular due to turning murder cases into ‘missing persons’ cases, which never got looked at in the depths, and hardly ever in the canopy. Down in this filth-infested area, he'd mellowed out a bit, no longer having the inclination to so blatantly disobey the Yakuzas moral code.

Chisakis current Yakuza family was named after his old one, the Shie-Hassaikai. However, its members were wildly different. The majority of his Kobun were Twi-Lek women, fierce ladies who were willing to do what needed to be done in order to provide for their families.

Back to the annoying woman. She wouldn’t just shut up! From Chisakis limited knowledge on the types of ‘aliens’ around, the word ‘Zeltron’ was pulled up from his memory banks. There were a few in his new Yakuza family, but not many. They were the ones who projected emotions, right? Well, that sure wasn’t working. Never had, and probably never will. Maybe it was the quirk factor. 

Now, Kai was currently weighing the pros and cons of dividing the Zeltron by the numbers of molecules she had, but Chisaki Kai was currently very well dressed and an invited guest of Ziro the Hutt. He was inclined to mind his manners.

“C’mon, Chisaki. I promise, you’ll enjoy being with me.” Maybe not. Yes, Kai was that much closer to pulling off his gloves.

Kai shifted his eyes to look at her, knowing the striking gold was already sending a very violent message. “Talk to me like that again, and I will find your face on yet another missing persons report.” He threatened, fed up with her antics. Of course, she knew ‘missing persons’ when it came to him meant dead. So, wisely, she stopped talking.

Kai stood, making way to Ziro and taking a seat in a large, plush chair next to the Hutt, up on the raised platform. “I take it that Zeltron was being a little too… friendly for your taste. Hm, Chisaki-san?” The large slimeball questioned as he took a puff of… Whatever the hell that was.

“Indeed.” He drawled, tracing the gold band around the edge of his glove. He’d invested in more… protective outfits, due to the absolute filth that was in the depths, which he frequently visited. Not to mention, his base of operations was down there as well.

A Kobun then entered the establishment, signaling to him. Someone was coming. It was then that an assassin droid found Senator Amidala trying to sneak out. What was she doing here in the first place? Ziro wanted her dead, which would be bad for all parties involved if he killed her. “A moment, Ziro.” He said through his mask, holding up a gloved hand and beckoning his Kobun. All three currently in the room lined up next to him, two to his left and one to his right. Two Twi-lek ladies and one Nautolan man.

All attention was turned to Kai and his masked companions. “If you have the senator killed, you’ll have the whole of the republic senate focused on you and the Hutts, plus Naboo and her allies breathing down your neck. Do you want that?”

Ziro hesitated, providing enough time for a gold protocol droid to lean in the door. “Is anybody home?” Followed by shouting and explosions. Kai’s Kobun were safely beside him as clone troopers quickly and efficiently took over the bar, holding Ziro and the Yakuza members at gunpoint. The Kobun had their hands on their vibro-blades, tense and alert, while the Oyabun himself hadn’t flinched, his legs crossed as he leaned on a gloved hand, propped onto an armrest.

“Chisaki! Do something!” Ziro demanded as he was cornered, turning the attention- yet again- to Kai.

“No.” He said simply. “I have no quarrel with the republic, and I’m here as a guest. Not a bodyguard. The Shie-Hassakai have no obligation towards you.” He turned his head to address his subordinates, facing the Kyodai of the trio. “Stand down. Go report to the Wakagashira, I’ll deal with this.” The trio bowed, the gold bands around their Lekku (For the Two-leks) and arms (for the Nautolan), and lining their masks glinting in the dim light.

“Let them go.” The Senator ordered when the clones moved to intercept. “They weren’t here when I arrived, and delayed Ziro long enough for you to rescue me.” Chisaki nodded towards Amidala, who returned the gesture before turning to Ziro.

Kai tuned out their conversation, considering his options. One, he could use this to make allies with one of the more powerful senators. Two, make allies with Ziro and potentially the entire Hutt clan- “It was Count Dooku! He forced me to kidnap Jabba's son. Please believe me! I swear, I love that huttlet!” Oh? Guess his decision was made for him. Kai didn’t want the Shie-Hissaikai involved in that mess. Zero would be on his own this time. Plus, Kai would never want to deal with a liar. He’d seen the holocall between the Count and Ziro, the hutt wasn’t being coerced. Not at all.

“He’s lying.” Chisaki said once Ziro was out of earshot. “I observed his holocall with the Count, Ziro was being paid.” That certainly got their attention. “Commander Fox, is it? Make sure he’s locked up tight. I have a feeling our dear senator may have made an enemy.” The clone nodded, obviously not used to being addressed directly by civilians before barking a few orders to his junior clones.

“If I may ask, Mr. Chisaki. Where do you stand in all this?” Amidala spoke up. A fair question, in all honesty. A smart one to ask, too.

“Just an acquaintance. Ziro has hired me for jobs multiple times before, and invited me as a guest.” Kai answered truthfully, uncrossing his legs and resting his forearms on his knees. From the grim understanding on the senator's face, she knew exactly what kinds of ‘jobs’ he did.

“I see.” She said, not noticing that the clone commander behind her was that much closer to grabbing his blaster. Seems he understood too, and understood how high-profile a target the senator was.

“Commander.” He sighed letting his eyes fall closed for a moment. “If I wanted senator Amidala dead, she would be.” The mentioned woman clearly didn’t know whether to take that as a threat or reassurance, while her guard didn’t hide the fact that he heard it as a threat.

The senator's posture straightened, eyes sharpening on his figure. “If you intend to threaten me, Chisaki, You’ll find it’ll take more than mere words.”

Chisaki sighed, standing. “Unless someone convinces me to take one of the numerous jobs that include your death, Senator Amidala, the Shie-Hassaikai will not bother you.” He stated firmly. “I have no intention of letting my family get tied up in the business of war and senators.” There was a moment where the room’s breath was held, Fox’s hand resting tensely on his blaster. “I can assure you of that. However, if the republic decides to go after my family, I am not afraid of getting my hands dirty.” Chisaki said, standing up and taking a couple paces towards Amidala. “You have my word.”

With that, Chisaki brushed past the rest of the clones, exiting the establishment and boarding the hovercar that had been waiting for him.

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Electric Slayer: Pikachu With A Big Knife

Denki Kaminari X Demon Slayer! 1308 Words

Pre- timeskip:

Ever since Denki got his quirk, he has had strange dreams. Or rather, one singular dream that kept repeating night after night. The dream always happened on a plane of water stretching further than the eye could see(like Tanjiros dream), with stars above and reflecting below him. The person there, a man, was always sitting in the same position, like he was meditating. He had straight black hair that barely reached his shoulders, and a white kimono. Until he was five, Denki quietly watched the man, who never seemed to notice him. On his fifth birthday, was when Denki decided to approach the man and talk to him. The boy could tell the ravenette was blind, due to the facial scarring and the electrical current that was blocked in his brain (I know this ain't how brains work, but bear with me here). Even in his dream body, Denki was still covered in wounds. His homelife wasn't the best. But even so, the boy wanted the man to see this beautiful place.

~ ~ ~

Kagaya Ubuyashiki was meditating, in a trance-like state, when he heard a small voice. 'H-hello?' The voice wasn't spoken in the physical world, Kagaya could tell. Rather, in his head. It sounded like a young boy, and slightly raspy. As if he had been screaming. 'Hello there. And who may you be?' Kagaya responded, in his mind. 'Denki Kaminari.' the young voice replied softly. 'Who are you?' 'Kagaya Ubuyashiki.' The corps master answered, then continued. 'What brings you here?' He asked. There was a pause before the boy spoke again. 'In this mental plane, you are on glass like water. There are bright stars everywhere, further than the eye can see. I-I want to let you look at it.' Kagaya hid his surprise, smiling. 'I would love that.' There was another pause and Kagaya felt a small palm on his forehead, channeling a warm current through his head. Little by little, Kagya began to see his surroundings. The boy's description was accurate, it was a beautiful place, stars surrounding his vision. The man then focused on the boy in front of him- Denki. Kagaya could immediately tell the boy was in bad straits. He was dressed in old, well worn clothes and dirty bandages, scars and dried blood littering his body and clothes. His hair and eyes also stood out. They were bright yellow with black lowlights, his locks spiked and messy.

The duo talked for a while, Denki easily warming up to Kagaya. The corps master could easily tell how affection starved this boy was, and silently vowed to help him whenever possible. Per Kagayas request, Denki talked about his world and its differences, with quirks, hero schools, technology, and so on. Kagaya also described his own world, which was a lot easier, seeing as all he had to do was explain that he lived in the Taisho Period and describe demons. Much to the duos disappointment, Kagaya soon had to pull out of his meditation, sighing slightly as his blindness returned.

: : :

As the years passed, Denki and Kagaya met through dreams and meditation. More often than any child should, Denki came with tears and fresh wounds. Kagaya could tell Denki viewed him as a father figure or close uncle, and Kagaya had come to see the boy as one of his own. Though, sadly, they both knew they would never be able to see each other in the flesh

~ Timeskip ~

It was a normal day at U.A. for Denki. His quirk was hurting, it was hard to focus, and he was waiting for battle training so he could let it flow at a steady pace. As he was writing on a piece of paper for class, Denki suddenly felt a demon grasp his throat. 'Shit.' He thought, flipping over the paper and writing frantically: 'A hand just wrapped around my throat. You may not be able to see it, but it's there. It will either kill me or pull me in. I know who this is, but trying to explain would be useless. Give this note to Aizawa and make sure no one tries to take the hand off. It will kill me if someone does. If anyone has dreams of a blind man who seems real, have them ask him where I am. They might be able to answer. There's a strong possibility you'll never be able to see me again, so this might be goodbye.' Denki passed the note to Mina, who quickly looked over to him, a worried look on her face. Her eyes widened as she saw the hand on his throat, tightly gripping the fragile area. Denki put a finger over his lips and pointed to Aizawa, who was sleeping on the floor at the front of the room. No one else noticed, all focused on their own papers, Mina walking shakily to the front of the room.

~ ~ ~

Shota woke up to someone shaking his shoulder, cracking his eye open to see Mina with a panicked look on her face. He was about to ask what was wrong, but Mina put a shaky finger over her lips, handing him a note and pointing to Denki. Aizawa quickly read the note, and his head snapped to the electric blonde, only quick enough to see a sad smile on the boy's face, before he was being pulled away. Aizawa dashed over to Kaminaris desk, shouting in frustration and slamming the surface when he was too late. He knew the attempt was futile from the beginning, but this just made it hurt more. "A-Aizawa-sensei! What happened? Wheres Kaminari-kun?" Midoriya asked. Aizawa gritted his teeth, seething. "Kaminari was abducted by villians."

~ ~ ~

"Blood Demon Art: Leverage." The demon said, his hand passing through a small void. And just as Kyojuro was about to attack, the demon spoke. "I just grabbed the neck on an innocent civilian. If you try to kill me, he'll die! If you stay still, I'll tell you a bit about him." The Flame Hashira was forced to obey. "This boy I have in my grasp is important to your master. I personally have no idea who he is, and I don't know why or how. But," the demon pulled his arm back, bringing an electric blonde through the vortex, who looked like he was wearing a school uniform, "the boy'll get it if you don't let me go!" Suddenly, before demon or slayer could make another move, the boy let off a blast of electricity, turning the demon to ash and accidentally knocking out the Hashira.

~ ~ ~

Denki blinked. Then blinked again. Wut? Yeah, he coulda died, but this entire situation was a little too crazy to process at the moment. The demon was fading to ash behind him, and the swordsman was passed out in front of him. He had red and yellow hair, and some fine lashes. Okay. The boy glanced around, soon spotting a crow, who was staring at him. Kaminari waved at it, hoping it was a Kasugai Crow, and thank heavens it was. It perched on his shoulder, walking out to his forearm when he extended it. “Can you go get someone to help? I’ll wait here.” The bird was quiet, but flew off his arm once Kaminari was done, presumably to go do what he asked.

: : :

Once the crow was out of sight, the situation began to dawn on the boy, his throat starting to close up. ‘What do I do now?’ He thought as his knees gave out, thumping painfully on the dirt beneath him. Denki grabbed his arms, straining to stay quiet. Old habits die hard. ‘The demon is dead. How will I get back?’ The electricity-users head started to pound, his vision blurring from tears and stress. ‘Where will I go? Aizawa-sensei. Ubuyashiki-san. How do I fix this?’

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Acid Beats in Space

Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro X Clone Wars! 895 Words

Mina Ashido… Liked being a hero… But what she loved was music, and dance. Those were her passions. Twenty-Four years old, and the woman was doing her best to balance her Hero life and her stage life. She’d started a little side gig with Jiro, which quickly expanded into the ‘Acid Beats’ duo.

Said duo was now in their shared studio, Mina busting some moves as Jiro sang to one of her tunes.

“Slap me on the wrist,

tisk tisk tisk i'm trying.

I don't know why

I never grew up, and it's mortifying

Why am I so irresponsible?”

Mina was vibing perfectly with her choreography, not missing a beat, even if she had the odd feeling that something was wrong. Jiro also gave her a look when they made eye-contact, telling her that the other hero's instincts were acting up too.

Once the song ended, Mina was the one to look out the window. “What the hell!?” She yelped, falling flat on her ass. “That ain’t Earth!” The pinkette exclaimed.

Kyoka then looked out, her eyes widening before snapping the blinds shut. “You right.” The woman said. “You right.” She took a deep breath, always having been the calmer of the two. “It’s either a teleportation or dimensional quirk.” She deduced. “Or a really strong hallucination quirk.” Mina smacked her friend on the upside of the head. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Not a hallucination quirk, then.” Mina concluded. Jiro took another deep breath. “Sooooo… Should we check the place out?”

“I’ll stay here. Don’t wander too far, we don't know this place.”

“Yessir!” Mina said with a casual salute, before stepping outside. It was dark, and Mina could immediately tell that there were several classes of species, less so humans with quirks. There were also buildings stacked up on top if each other as far as the eye could see, with flying cars going up and down, and side to side.

So aliens. Mina was an alien. She was living her dream.

The pink alien wandered the streets, and noticed after a while that people were staring. Weird. Were there no bright pink aliens with yellow eyes around these parts? Evidently not. And- were people taking pictures? R u d e.

“[U-um. Excuse me, miss?]” Oh goodness, Mina almost trampled over a child.

“[Yeah kiddo?]” She asked in English. The girl was about as high as her ribcage, with blue skin and two tentacles sprouting from her skull.

“[If i’m not being rude. W-what species are you?]” The girl asked.

“[Ningen!]” Mina replied. She couldn’t remember the word in English for ‘human’, so Japanese would have to suffice.

The girl nodded slowly. “[Ningen… Thank you!]”

“[No trouble, kiddo.]” Mina watched as she scampered off to what she assumed to be her mother, not so subtly whispering in her ear. Mina chuckled, she couldn’t fault anyone for being curious. As far as she could tell, no one could really identify what she was. “Hey E-Jack, looks like Quirks aren’t a thing here. You could pass as quirkless if you hid your jacks, yea?”

“Yes, pretty easily. Why?”

“I couldn’t remember the English word for human. So, now I’m ‘Ningen’.”

“So an entirely different species?”

“Seems like it. This is a world full of aliens. Little girl asked what my species was, and then I saw another human walk by. No one looked twice.” Mina propped herself against a wall, watching humans and non-humans alike sneak glances at her. “Plus, it's not like- Oh shit, there's a hot man walking towards me.”

“Ashido, dont even think about it you fucking who-”

“Yea, I get it, I’m going!” Mina snarked back, turning on her heel and flipping her hood up once she turned a corner. Despite how tempted she was to be an insufferable flirt, Mina knew better than to throw herself into potentially dangerous and very unfamiliar circumstances. She pulled out her pocket mirror, pretending to fix her hair as she glanced at the redhead. He was still following, eyes zeroed in on her figure.

“Uh. Kyo? Hot Guy™ is still following me.” She said, “He’s talking into his wrist, I think it’s a comm system.”

“Keep going forward. I’ll link up with you in a sec, you horny idiot. I’ve got you on your tracker.” Kyoka drawled.

“[Hello there.]” The redhead greeted her as he approached.

“[Hi!]” Mina replied brightly. “[Who are you?]”

“[We’ll save introductions for later, my dear. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to come with me. During the war, we can't leave any unprecedented Force Anomalies alone. Especially on Coruscant.]”

“[That sounds an awful lot like a threat, sir.]” Mina cautioned, raising her fists and feeling acid begin to stir beneath her pores.

The redhead raised his hands in surrender. “[I assure you, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I just need to take you back to the temple and the other councilors have to make sure both Corescanti citizens and yourself are safe.]”

“[Convince me. Temple? You some sort of monk?]” Mina asked, much to the apparent surprise of the redhead.

“[Have you never heard of the Jedi Order?]” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“[Nope.]” Mina answered, popping the ‘p’. “[I just arrived here with zero explanation not thirty minutes ago. Your guess is as good as mine as to why I’m here.]” She said with a shrug. 

[ms-kio]

Mindfreak

Shinso Hitoshi X The Past! 1309 Words

Shinso, Hitohi, AKA Pro Hero Mindfreak, had met his end to a follower of Shigaraki and All For One. He’d been drugged, allowing the villain to slide a knife between Shinsos ribs. He was 42 by then, the perfect age for retirement. Shinso considered death to be permanent retirement. So, he crawled out of bed and stretched, ready to bear through another day of middlesh- holy fuck. 

Fucking diddlysquat- fuck.

Shinso looked at himself, his gangly teenage limbs greeting him. ‘Please don’t tell me…’ Hitoshi lifted his shirt and looked down.

His abs were gone.

Completely eviscerated.

Shinso then bent backwards, tapping his ankles before straightening himself and wrapping a leg around the back of his neck. ‘Thank Kami I still have my flexibility.’ Righting himself once again, the purplette checked the date on his phone. It was the day before the U.A. entrance exam.

Shit. Things were moving too fast for Hitoshi to process. He couldn’t even build up some strength before the practical?! Brainstorming for ideas, the veteran hero's thoughts landed on Nezu. Well, the mammal was absolutely obsessed with puzzles. Maybe Shinso could present one to him. The boy- man?- whatever- opened his email, shooting the Principal an email along the lines of: ‘Hey, my quirk has absolutely zero effect against robots, and my body is the equivalent of a noodle. Are there alternatives?’ Not milk alternatives. Hitoshi refused to use milk alternatives.

Hitoshi then decided to take an evening jog to gauge his endurance. Meaning: parkouring over roofs for a straight hour. Yeah, he was good. Hitoshi started vibing to some music in his headphones, on the railing of a building roof, watching as lights flickered and cars and trains whizzed by. It probably looked either extremely stupid, psychotic, or suicidal to any outside viewer, maybe even a combo of the three. However, in truth, Hitoshi just liked music- hoLY SHIT! Hitoshi nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Snipe, falling out of his handstand and steadying himself on the rail.

“Kid, I’m gonna need you to step off of the rail.” Shinso was about to retort that he wasn’t a kid, when he realized he actually was. The brainwashing user had been facing away from the hero, about to obey, when what he liked to call his ‘inner Nezu’ came out. There was a street lamp directly below him, which he could use to launch himself to the dark, ominous alley across the road. 

Shinso allowed himself to lean over the edge, hearing a panicked “KID!” As he fell, and a hand brushed against his ankle. “NO!” Shinso grabbed the lamp, swinging off of it and realizing how much of an advantage it was to have only skin and bones. He was fucking flying.

The former hero disappeared into the dark alley network of Southern Musutafu, using a fire escape to enter his apartment. He then opened his email, seeing a reply from Nezu

‘Good evening Shinso-kun! While I am curious to know how you’ve come across my personal email, and the contents of the Hero Practical Exam, I am more than willing to accommodate your request! I’ll have you come to the school at 0500 to assess your skills, so you can still take the written and general admissions hero practical afterwards. 

Am I a dog? A mouse? Or a bear? All that matters is that I’m Principal Nezu!’

Shinso chuckled at the principal's antics, before replying.

‘Of course, thank you Principal Nezu! See you tomorrow morning. Also, I’m rather inclined to label you a stoat.

-Shinso’

The insomniac then took some melatonin, before flopping on his mattress and falling asleep.

~ ~ ~

Nezu was interested. Very interested. How had this boy- Shinso Hitoshi- figured out the contents of the exam, and his own personal email? The rodent looked through the webcam to see the boy put in some headphones and a jacket, before leaping out of the window. Oho? Was he a vigilante? As far as Nezu was aware, there were no such people that matched young Shinsos description. The principal liked to keep tabs on the vigilantes surrounding Musutafu. Had one slipped his watch? It was unlikely. However, given Shinsos behavior thus far, the theory wasn't impossible.

The principal glanced around the boys room, spotting a concerning amount of painkillers on his shelving, as well as a- was that a fucking muzzle!? Nezu grit his teeth, ringing a good friend of his.

“Tsukauchi, we have a situation.”

~ ~ ~

Hitoshi was on his way back to his parents place, which was now still his, when he saw red and blue lights surrounding the building. Did something happen? Shinso snuck back into his room. It was probably ol’ Saki-san being reported for noise again.

Hitoshi jumped when he heard his apartment door kicked down, multiple pairs of feet storming down the hall. His parents door was also kicked down, the resounding sound of the lead officer shouting: “Hands in the air!” alarming the boy. It really shouldn’t have, considering his veteran status, but his traumatized teen muscle memory didn’t like loud voices.

Another group of officers entered his room, albeit much more calmly. Hitoshi leaned into his teenage persona, eyeing them warily as they approached. Sue him, Hitoshi wanted to finally confuse Nezu somehow. Was that Sansa? “Hey, kid.” The cat-like officer said, holstering his gun. “We’re here to get you out of this place. What do you say?” Teenage him had heard horror stories about the system from other kids in a similar quirk situation as him, mainly on the r/insaneparents Reddit threads and old discord servers. Not to mention, the few times he felt comfortable talking with someone usually happened sitting in an alleyway with a street kid who’d managed to escape said system.

“And put me in the foster system? Hell no!” Hitoshi hissed, gripping a pair of scissors on his desk. Tamakawa, ever observant, noticed this. The purplette was sure that Tsukauchi would never let anything bad happen to him, but teenage him wouldn’t know that. However, there was still one thing nagging at him. “How did you even know about this place, anyways?”

“According to Aizawa, Nezu looks into all of the students who stand out in any way. The email you sent him sparked that.” Wow, Nezu worked fast. Hitoshi, all too aware of the officer's cautious steps forward, shuffled back towards the window. At this point in time, Shinso had absolutely nothing of value, aside from his phone and headphones. So, theoretically, the boy could fling himself out the window and not worry about having to come back. There happened to be an abandoned shed in Central Musutafu that teenage him had set up, albeit without a heater.

‘This is gonna be rough, but anything to stump the Rat God.’ Hitoshi sighed, making a show of putting down the scissors, before booking it out the window. He caught the tubing on the other side of the alley, ignoring the officers yelling at him as the weight yanked painfully at his shoulders. ‘Damn, I really need a scarf. Could I steal Aizawas?’ Shinso hauled his scrawny ass up the side of the building, making a mad dash for the nearest train station. The shed was closer to U.A. than his home anyways, so win win.

The shed was in decent shape when he got there, the former hero conking out on the beanbag. ‘Shit’s too complicated for me right now.’ He decided, quickly falling asleep. 

Once Shinso’s alarm went off, he got into some practical clothing: A black mock turtleneck and a pair of dark purple shorts over some back leggings. He packed an extra change of clothes and a water bottle in his bag, just in case. 

The train was fairly empty, allowing the boy to enjoy the ride to U. A. in peace. 

[ms-kio]

Three Million Lives To Re-Claim

Darkside Entity Ahsoka X Clone Wars/The Past! 2119 Words

Ahsoka grinned as she slid the Altar blade into Son’s chest, his eyes wide in disbelief. He was no longer worthy. He couldn’t control his ambitions. He no longer strove for balance. He no longer breathed. Knowledge- not unwelcome- poured into her head by the eon. She could sense every force-user, from the two behind her to the ‘Sith Lord’ on Coruscant.

Regarding the Nabooian chancellor, Ahsoka was disappointed. True, the Banites had an interesting method- isolating and strengthening their line every generation- but it was getting dull. Stagnant. And Sideous, unlike his predecessors, only thought of the grand scheme of his own life. Not the galaxy itself. 

Ahsoka scoffed at the foolishness of the Jedi, blinded by the light they drowned themselves in. The Darkside Entity could count on one hand how many Jedi knew what they were doing. That one in the corner, Fay, didn’t count. She was practically Daughter’s child at this point.

Contrary to the current Jedi’s beliefs, the light side of the force was also a drug of sorts. While the darkside ran the risk of going mad, consumed by your fears and burning from the inside out, the light deceived you with it’s peacefulness. It was like a sedative, slowly putting you to sleep and closing your eyes for you, until you only saw what was bathed in light.

Ahsoka had once fallen victim to that blindness, mistaking the quiet in her mind for peace. Now, becoming the darkness, she knew better. 

The Son fell from her blade, Ahsoka letting the weapon retract and clipping the hilt to her waist. She turned to her Master, now the only one who could ‘tame’ her, being the ‘Chosen One’. As an act of compassion, Ahsoka took off her padawan's braid, dropping it into Skywalker's stunned hands. “This will be our final goodbye, Master.” She said, before turning to Father, walking over and raising her blase to pierce his neck. Daughter stopped Kenobi and Skywalker from intervening, holding her hand out. “Daughter will watch over this time,” she stated, “I am going to fix what Son so badly neglected.” Black blood spilled over The darkside entity’s fingers and time warped around her.

Ahsoka pulled the fabric of space and time, guiding herself to Kamino, the storm instantly greeting her with harsh winds and rain. Undeterred, Ahsoka approached the doors, immediately being greeted by a Kaminoan.

“Greetings, Master Jedi. We have been waiting.” The Kaminoan greeted, falling into step beside Ahsoka.

The Togruta simply nodded, the water shedding off her completely as she stepped through the door. “I’m here to check and monitor the progress of the Clone Army.” She declared, her hands folded behind her back. Both her sabers dangled on her right hip, the blade of the altar on her left.

The Kaminoan nodded. “Of course. This way, I’ll give you access to their files. Our most promising samples will be ready for inspection within the hour. Please ask Xi Lao if you have any questions.” Ahsoka was essentially ‘passed off’ to another Kaminoan as the other dismissed themself.

Ahsoka gave the new Kaminoan a nod before sitting down at a desk, examining all of the files of those under ARC training. Ahsoka recognized Cody’s serial number, as well as Rex’s, who was slated to begin ARC training the next year.

Apparently, time flies while reading clone reports. She’d gotten through a decent handful before she was disturbed. “Master Jedi, the cadets are ready for you.” Ahsoka stood, turning to face the Kaminoan she recognized as Lama Su.

“We’ll see.” She replied. According to her search, Cody was among the group of cadets she would be inspecting. She wasn’t surprised. Cody was a scarily competent clone, well deserving of his rank and status as marshall commander.

They headed to the staging ground of the training deck, where Ahsoka spotted a platoon of fifteen clones: three squads, five elements. Alpha -17 was also there, standing at parade rest off to the side. Once Ahsoka came approximately six paces close, he rendered a salute. The Togruta reciprocated, before facing the cadets. Ahsoka squared off in front of them at attention. “Platoon. Open ranks, march!” The clones immediately recognized the command, obeying it with perfect synchronization. “Ready, front!” Well executed. “Cover.” Ahsoka approached, letting her eyes narrow. Starting with the first squad leader, she examined every clone, deactivating their inhibitor chips as she inspected each one. Alpha had taken a place directly behind her as she walked the inspection, as was protocol.

About halfway through the inspection, Ahsoka paused. The clone before her had shields of durasteel, coated in sharp teeth. However untested they were, they were strong. A young jedi knight would have trouble breaking them. Something was different about him in there, undoubtedly. Why else would a clone need to protect himself so?

The longer she stood there, the more she could feel the anxiety from the surrounding clones rise. Ahsoka supposed she could understand. Being noticed without an obvious accomplishment usually meant decommissioning. “Cadet, what is your designation?” She asked.

“CC-1010, sir!” Ah, Fox! Of course. When Ahsoka had been running from the guard and her master, and imprisoned, she had been too terrified to recognize Fox’s unique shields. And Ahsoka’ll be damned, that’s force sensitivity! That would do it for a clone.

Once she reached the last cadet, she returned to her spot in front of the platoon. “Platoon. On the command to fall out, fall out and head to the training deck. Fall out!” The cadets obeyed, and Ahsoka approached Alpha-17 and the Kaminoan. “They have strong minds, you’ve trained them well.” She said, folding her hands behind her back again as the trio headed towards the training deck. “Very well.”

“Thank you, sir.” There was a pause in Alpha-17’s speech. “Permission to speak freely, sir?” Ahsoka could sense some well-hidden nervousness.

She glanced at him. “Permission granted.” She said, glancing at him through the corner of her eye.

The man cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking, you seem a little young to be a general. Is- Are you- I suppose I’m a little confused.”

“Alpha-17.” The Lama Su began to scold, but Ahsoka held up her hand.

“No, it’s quite alright. I can see why he’s curious.” The Togruta turned her attention back to the clone. “As of now, I’m the Jedi who’s best educated on formal military training and conduct.” The former Jedi explained. “I will act as the liaison between the army and the Jedi temple, and teach the cadets the best ways to protect and work with their generals for when they’re sent out. To simplify, I am the last phase of training for the commanders.”

“If I may ask: What will you be teaching the CC units specifically?” Or, what will you be doing to Fox.

“I’ll be running the entire base through a simulation. After I assess CC-1010’s swordsmanship skills myself, I’ll give him a set of instructions. Those on the deck now will be suddenly put in the position to lead in an unorganized, unpredicted situation with brothers who are unprepared.” Ahsoka explained. “Their target will be me, and their objective is to capture. It’ll be a good way to determine the state of the currently battle-ready clones.” Ahsoka turned her eyes to the Kaminoan. “You may want to warn your colleagues, Lama Su. I’m sure the clones will be clean with their work, but it’s best to be cautious.”

~ ~ ~

CC-2224 was nervous. He had noticed how the General had immediately picked Fox out, her topaz eyes seeming to pierce into his very soul. His brothers had noticed this too. It was hard not to, for them. Spotting these things was a matter of survival for the clones, and no one wanted any brother to get decommissioned. “Hey, Fox. we got your six, brother.” Cody assured as they approached the deck. “You’ll be fine.” They were empty words. No vod could deny the word of their superior, especially if they were a general. Nonetheless, Cody said them.

They spent five nerve-wracking minutes waiting for the general on the training deck before she finally appeared, the cadets hearing the last few words of the conversation between Alpha and the general. “Do you have any cadets in mind?”

“Yes, CT-7567.” Cody paled. That was Rex. The poor kid was already under scrutiny due to his ‘defect’. “He’ll do well.” The general's attention then turned to Cody and his present brothers. “You lot were picked to represent yourselves and your brothers as the best, correct?” She asked, though the question was rhetorical. “I have a keen eye for potential.” The general said, looking at each of them individually.

“From now on, you will refer to me as General Tano or Sir.” She paused, Alpha standing behind her right shoulder. “CC-1010, front and center.” Fox perked up at his serial number, briskly walking up to square off in front of the general.

“CC-1010, reporting as ordered, sir.” The general returned his salute, both of them dropping it promptly. General Tano, although much shorter than the clones, seemed to tower over Fox for a moment. Her yellow eyes gleamed at him as she offered the cadet a hilt, which Cody recognized, was a lightsaber hilt. And if Cody could see the slight shake in Fox’s hands, He clenched his teeth. Then the general definitely could.

“The best soldiers can adapt to any situation.” The general said after Fox took the weapon, igniting her own blade. Fox followed suit, the two deep-orange sabers giving an orange hue to the surrounding area. Alpha had wisely backed off as the general charged Fox, the cadet quickly blocking the blow.

“C’mon, Fox. You can do this.” Cody heard a neighboring brother mutter. He could understand the sentiment. Each and every clone watching could recognize this as a test, one with unknown consequences should he succeed or fail in impressing the Jedi. Fox had also been one of the only cadets that had any training in swordsmanship, along with the other current cadets who were pre-assigned to the Coruscant Guard. 

Fox was stuck defending, not being able to get on the offensive for even a single second. The fight dragged on until the general leaped back, deactivating her saber. Fox had escaped any devastating damage, only suffering a few burns across his ribs and arms. The first hit had terrified Cody, thinking his brother's arm was about to get cut off.

The general then beckoned Fox away from the other clones, towards her, which terrified Cody all over again.

~ ~ ~

Fox was going to die. This is it. He’d been noticed, he’d been scrutinized, and now he’s being singled out. Despite holding a lightsaber, weapons the CC units had studied, he felt completely powerless against the piercing topaz eyes of the general in front of him. The cadet was all too happy to hand the blade back to the general when she held out her hand, and felt his heart drop when she beckoned him away from his brothers.

By the vode, Fox had been described as brutal, cunning, and confident. He was feeling none of those now. “What’s your name, cadet?” She asked. Now, Fox was just confused.

“What?”

General Tano just gave a grin, eyes soft. “Your name.” She clarified. “The kamiise are far enough away not to hear, I apologize for scaring you.”

Leap of faith, then. “Fox.” He took a deep breath. “My name is Fox.” Goddamnit, Fox was going to get decommissioned for this.

“That’s a good name. Now, here’s what I want you to do: go to your brothers, and tell them all to spread through the base and gather teams of combat-trained vode. Your job is to apprehend me by any means possible, not neutralize. I’ll be testing the leadership skills of everyone in this room, and the followership of the gathered teams.” Fox had all of ten seconds to process that set of instructions, before the general continued. “You and your teams have until tomorrow’s midmeal to capture me. Whichever team does, gets to have specialized training sessions for the next week.”

There was a pause. “Now go!”

Fox turned on his heel and sprinted to his brothers, hardly leaving any room for them to speak as he launched in an explanation. “The general wants us to capture her, training simulation. All of us are supposed to gather teams of any combat ready clones, we have until tomorrow, midmeal. Reward is specialized training for the winning team, anything goes.”

The group launched into action, some heading to the mess, others to the barracks and training grounds.

Thorn(C), Stone(C), Thire(C), Hound(SGT), Rys, Jek

[ms-kio]

The Force of Tainted Blood: Redemption of Demons

Tamayo, Yushiro, Kokushibo, Akaza, Rui X Clone Wars! 2450 Words

[Japanese], Galactic Basic (English)

Five demons had come and gone in Japan, and those five demons had peered into each other's lives within the blackness. So when cool night air touched their skin, opening their eyes to see stars through the high riding branches of trees, all five demons were silent. Tamayo was the first to speak, addressing the Kizuki. “[You want to be free, don’t you?]” She asked, referring to the curse. There was a hopeful glint in all three of their eyes, giving Tamayo her answer. So there, on the forest floor, she freed them.

Per Tamayo's request, the Kizuki slit their wrists and drank her blood, draining Muzans cells and intaking her own. The Kanji faded out of their eyes, clearing their minds and allowing them to take a clean breath of the free air.

~ ~ ~

Ordinarily, Yushiro would not let anyone within six feet of Tamayo. But, he too had glimpsed the tragedy of their own lives, and allowed the former Kizuki to be freed. Plus, Yushiro knew -from experience- that this would elicit die-hard loyalty from three of the most powerful demons in existence to Tamayo, giving her their protection. That, Yushiro would gladly accept.

Once the former Kizuki had bled out all of Muzans cells, nothing had visibly changed aside from the Kanji marking their rank, which simply changed to ‘Moon’. “[How do you feel?]” Tamayo asked softly, in her ever kind tone.

“[...Clear…]” Kokushibo was the only one to reply. All three bowed to the woman, their heads touching the floor. Tamayo, though, quickly had them sit up, telling them there was no need to bow.

~ ~ ~

After a while of walking through the dense forest, Rui looked up to see what looked like an abandoned village in the treetops. “[Look.]” He said, pointing up. Tamayo followed his gaze, smiling. “[It could stand to be cleaned up a bit, but it will do for a home, at least temporarily.]” The teed were dense enough not to let even a single ray of sunlight through, and the buildings looked odd, but fairly new. The four male demons cleaned the place up, insisting that Tamayo rests after giving up so much blood. Tamayo reluctantly did so, deciding to check out the small hospital wing. Rui then left to explore further out into the forest, stringing up the outskirts of the thickest parts of the forest, representing the border of their claimed land. The threads also served the purpose of protecting the area, Rui being able to manipulate the threads like Mother.

A few days had passed, and the demons had remained in the shadows. During the days, they remained in the thick forest within the border, sometimes sleeping. During the nights though, the demons would explore the area around them. The majority was forest, though there were a few clearings here and there, sometimes a river or lake. Rui would often patrol the treetops, while Akaza and Kokushibo traversed the forest floors. Tamayo and Yushiro however, mostly stayed within the borders, Tamayo keeping herself busy by experimenting on the various plants and reading any information on the projectors she found. Akaza, more often than not, would challenge Kokushibo to a fight in one of the further clearings.

One night, while Rui was walking on his threads over the forest, a scent came to his nose. Blood. It didn’t smell quite like a human, but it was similar. Rui followed the scent to what looked like a large furry human. It wasn’t dead, but heavily injured. He was aware Lady Tamayo wouldn’t approve of him taking the creatures blood the way he knew how, so he brought the being up, via his threads, and carried it back to the hospital wing where Tamayo was at. “[Tamayo-sama.]” Rui announced his arrival, walking into the room.

“[Ah, Rui. Put him down here.]” The mentioned demon said, motioning to one of the beds. Rui obeyed, Lady Tamayo looking the being over. She seemed to notice his curiosity, so Tamayo spoke up. “[This is a Wookie, one of the beings native to this planet. As I’ve researched, there seem to be ways to travel space, having access to nearly the entire galaxy. I apologize for not telling you this, I just found this out.]” Tamayo then turned back to the Wookie, examining the creature. “It’s mostly just flesh wounds, but he has a broken arm and a few fractured ribs. May you call Yushiro over?” She asked.

“[Of course, Tamayo-sama.]” Rui said. The woman had made many futile attempts to get them to stop adding ‘-sama’ to her name, but the four had been insistent. Yushiro was quick to arrive at the infirmary, helping Tamayo stabilize the Wookie. The duo realigned his arm, wrapping both the limb and his fractured limbs, followed by stitching up his deeper wounds with Ruis thread. They had decided that Tamayo should be the only one anyone else sees until further notice, since she looked the most ‘normal’.

Eventually, three days later, the Wookie woke up.

~ ~ ~

Kaan woke up to find himself in a bed, with a cast on his arm and his ribs wrapped. Wasn’t he supposed to be hunting far out from the village? The last thing he remembered was fending off a Tarentatek and bolting once he knew it was injured enough not to follow. The Wookie sat up to see a pale human woman sitting at a desk, turning when she heard him stir. Kaan turned on the translator around his neck, already knowing there was going to be a language barrier. “Where am I?” He asked the woman, who smiled.

“You’re in a small abandoned village, presumably built by your people. We found you northwest of here, if that helps your sense of direction.” She replied with a heavy accent, not one Kaan recognized. The woman continued, introducing herself. “My name is Tamayo. You’re welcome to stay here for a while, though I suggest you head back to your own village to examine your wounds. There’s limited supplies here.”

Kaan nodded, introducing himself in return. “My name is Kaan. Thank you for the offer, but I should be heading back. Thank you for looking after me. How long was I here?” He asked.

“Three days.” Tamayo replied.

“Good to know. Again, thank you.” Kaan said as he stood up. The woman simply nodded and Kaan left the room, exiting to the metal walkway outside. ‘The deep village.’ He thought as he slid down the pole to the forest floor, walking away from the thick forested area. ‘Wasn’t this place infested with Anakkona?’

A little over a day later, Kaan had reached his home village without running into any complications.

One of his good friends, Chara, was the first to notice him as he approached the village. “Kaan? You’re alive! What happened?”

“Long story.” Kaan replied. “But right now, I need to speak with chief Tarfful.”

Once Kaan had told the chief everything that had happened and about the woman who treated him, Kaan was sent to the infirmary, where the village doctor took a look at his medical condition. When the day was up, everything had been dealt with, Kaan was exhausted. So, once he shut his eyes, they stayed shut.

~ ~ ~

In the Jedi Council Chamber on Coruscant, all of the Jedi council members have either called or were in their respective seats. “Bring this to your attention, I feel I must.” Yoda was the first to speak. “A woman I have seen in my visions, an embodiment of pure shadow. I have sensed the darkside flowing through her.”

“I think I know who you’re talking about.” Fisto added. “I was shown a vision of the Deep Village on Kashyyyk, in which I saw a woman. She was wearing an odd dress, her eyes were deep soft purple, and her complexion was pale. To a non force-sensitive, the only way to tell her apart from being human would be her fangs, which are easily hidden.”

“Then some of us should go to Kyshyyyk.” Obi-Wan suggested “We wouldn’t want this getting out of hand. I suggest myself, Kit Fisto and Mace Windu go.” He said.

“Very well.” The mentioned said, standing up. “There’s no time like the present.” The other two followed suit, bowing out of the chamber.

~ ~ ~

A couple of weeks had passed since Kaan had been healed by Tamayo. A few had come after said event, either to make sure she wasn’t a threat, or for medical attention if she was closer than their main village. Earlier that day, Chief Tarfful had informed them via commlink that a group of Jedi wanted to meet Tamayo due to ‘sensing darkness’ from her. It was clear the Wookies only told them this as a sign of good faith, obviously trusting the Jedi more.

Currently, Kokushibo was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, listening to the heart of one of the Anakkona he had befriended who was coiled up around him.

Suddenly, the faint sound of engines entering orbit reached his ears. “Rui-san.” Kokushib said, his voice echoing through the forest and racing Rui, who soon came.

“Yes, Kokushibo-dono?” The younger asked.

“Our Jedi visitors are coming… You control the forest…” Rui simply nodded understandingly, walking to the border on his threads.

~ ~ ~

Rui stood on a tree branch, awaiting the Jedi where the forest began to thin. He quickly heard their speeders in the distance, heading towards him at rapid speeds. Soon enough, the four Jedi arrived; Two humans, one Ked Dor, and- oh shit- a Nautolian. Nautolianswere virtually impossible to hide from or lie to, because of the tentacles on their heads, which were sensory organs. They were able to pick up delicate cents and were able to read a minimal amount of brain waves, giving them an upper hand when it came to looking for someone or figuring out lies. But a Jedi? Their prowess combined with a Nautolians physiology was dangerous, to say the least.

The group of Jedi soon reached the Deep Forest of Kkyysshyk, where the demons were residing. “One of them is here, waiting for us.” The Nautolian mentioned, a tentative -yet curious- smile on his face. His presence was young, but power from the ‘force’ oozed from him.

“It’s a bit rude, don’t you think?” Rui asked, stepping out onto one of his threads, eliciting a creak. “Inviting yourself into someone else’s home?” The Jedi looked up, seeing Rui, who glared down at them. “The only reason I’m letting you live is because my lady would like to meet you.” He hissed. The one with the beard then spoke up, drawing his attention.

“If I may ask, who are you?” The man asked.

“You can call me Lower Moon Five.” Rui bit out, before dropping to the ground and turning away. “Follow me, and don’t stray from the path. You'll be caught in my lady's spell if you do, and there’s no escaping it.” He made his way and the Jedi obeyed, the Kel-Dor speaking up this time.

“If you will humor me, I have a few questions for you.”

“Keep in mind I’m not obliged to answer any of them.” Rui answered, glancing from the corner of his eye at the Jedi. “But first, tell me your names.”

“Very well, I am Plo Koon.”

“Kit Fisto.”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi”

And after a moment of hesitation; “Mace Windu.”

“Noted.” Rui nodded, stopping and raising his hands to clear some of the webs. “What are your questions?”

"We were brought due to dark presences residing here. Darker than we’ve sensed before. Will you elaborate?” Plo Koon asked.

“We are beings of darkness,” Rui confirmed, “You sensed me and the others coming here, it hasn’t been long since we left the protective border of our homeland.”

“Your homeland? What's it called?” Windu questioned.

“[Japan.]” Rui answered. “Though you would call it Japan. It was a small planet, which didn’t have a solar system. There was no light except for starlight, and the only creatures that could live there long-term were Japanese Oni, people like me.” Rui then lowered his hands, continuing forward. “The planet was destroyed by the first of our kin, we are the only survivors.” Rui then pulled down a few branches with his threads, one for each of them. “Grab on.” The demon instructed, the Jedi obeying before Rui let the threads go, laughing the group up to the higher branches and onto a platform, facing a door. “My Lady awaits you inside.” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t be rude.” and the boy stepped off the edge, falling and disappearing before the Jedi could see where he went.

~ ~ ~

Kit Fisto could sense the lie Lower Moon Five spoke, but the force told him not to say anything about it. From what the Jedi master could tell, what the boy used to explain where he came from was still technically true, just put in a way the Jedi could understand. As the group approached the door, they heard a soft voice sound from behind it.

“Come in.” She said, as if already knowing Obi-Wan was about to knock. She had the same unfamiliar accent as the boy, Kit noticed, expecting to see a paper white, blue eyed woman. Instead, she looked human, aside from the barely noticeable fangs and her eyes, which lacked pupils. “Good evening.” She greeted, her hands folded politely on her lap. “My name is Tamayo. You are the Jedi that came to visit us, yes?” The woman asked.

“Indeed.” Obi-Wan answered, being the most eloquent of the group. “My good friend Plo-Koon-” The Kel Dor dipped his head “-Had a vision of you, claiming to have sensed darkness in you, unparalleled by what any of us have seen before.”

A saddened look came across Tamayo's eyes, giving a small sigh. “I see…” She said, looking down. “I think I know what you sensed.” The woman continued, looking back up.

“Every one of us has an infection- or curse- of sorts…” The woman paused, seemingly debating whether she should continue. “It turns normal creatures- humans- into people like us…Demons.”

“You were once human?” Kit asked, to which Tamayo nodded.

“Though I’ve been a demon for over 500 years of my life, unfortunately. I hope you can understand we mean no harm.” She explained.

“I won’t hold your nature against you.” Obi-Wan assured. “However, The rest of the council would like to meet you. Would you come back to Coruscant with us?”

Tamayo hesitated, before speaking again. “I doubt the others would let me leave without them, so I’m afraid it will have to be all of us if you want me to come.”

[ms-kio]

Truthfully, It's Untruth

Shen Xiang X My Hero Aka! 2011 Words

CW: Mentions of stabbing, human trafficking

Shen Xiang wasn’t sure how to feel about being in his fifteen-year-old body. Sure, it wasn’t much different, but it would throw him off, due to the slight height and weight difference.

He’d get used to it though.

Probably.

At least he still had his trusty Nyoi-Kinko staff. Shen’s favorite outfit, however, was unfortunately a few sizes too big. He’d bought a pair of cargos and a button-up shirt in the meantime, until he could find a place to stay and figure out life in this new- dimension? World? Reality?- Who knows. 

Currently the young martial-artist was standing on a fence atop a building, overlooking the busy night streets of Roppongi. His old outfit tucked neatly away in a shoulder bag, and his staff was in his hands, clasped behind his back.

Then, a black-clad man landed on the fence next to him, his gray scarf coiling loosely around his neck. “Lovely night, isn’t it?” Shen asked, keeping his eyes on the horizon.

The man tilted his head towards him, his eyes blocked by a pair of yellow goggles. “I’ll cut straight to the chase kid.” He said. Straightforward and blunt, Shen could appreciate that. “What are you doing up here? Especially at this time?”

Shen glanced over at his mysterious companion, leaving his left eye closed. It was a habit at this point, really. The man looked tense, despite his slouched posture.

Shen gave a small chuckle. “If you think I’m about to kill myself, you’d be sorely mistaken.” The bluette reassured. “I just have nowhere to go, so I’ve been wandering.”

“You’re homeless, kid? Do you need help?” Shen laughed. Such sincerity! He liked this guy a lot!

“I don’t want to waste your time, sir. I’m sure there’s people who need your help more than I do. I’m perfectly capable of defending myself!” Shen grinned, putting his free hand on the back of his neck. “Plus, I haven't been homeless for very long. I still have a good chunk of cash to figure out life with.”

“I’m not gonna risk it. C’mon kid, let's go. I’m takin’ you to the PD and we’ll sort things out there.”

Shen’s grin widened slightly as he gave a casual two-fingered salute. “Sir yes sir!” The man sighed, jumping off the rail and onto the roof. Shen followed suit with a flourish, the duo making their way down the fire escape.

Shen relaxed his eyes as they traversed the sidewalk, taking in the scenery from street-level. Though, not long into their walk, someone made a grab for Shen. Now, that someone's arm was around his throat and Shen’s wrist was caught in a firm grip. Thankfully, his staff was still in hand. The weapon jabbed his attacker in the stomach, forcing a choked noise out of his lungs.

By the time Shen’s companion had turned, the assailant had already been firmly beaten down and restrained, currently pinned between Shen’s voluptuous thighs. The Nyoi-Kinko was now about the length of his forearm, pressing against the back of the bad-actors neck.

“Kid!- That was quick.” The alarm quickly faded into ‘I’ve-done-this-a-million-times-before’, pulling some industrial-grade zip ties to secure the strangers wrists and ankles. “You’ve been training to be a hero?” The man asked as Shen got off the lowlife.

Now, Shen had only heard bits and pieces of heroes during his short time here, so he had to choose his words relatively carefully. “Not necessarily.” The boy said as the revenette pulled out his phone, poking it a few times. “I just don’t want to have to rely on a hero to be safe, is all.”

The man gave him an approving look. “I see.” He put the phone to his cheek, speaking again. “This is Eraserhead, I have a subdued criminal at XXXX, XX, ****. I also need a ride to the department for myself and a kid… uh huh… No, he’s fine.” Eraserhead glanced at Shen, then at the crook. “Just don’t spook him. You’ll end up with a nasty bruise… Yeah, let me know when he’s available. We got time… Mhm, bye.” Eraserhead hung up, turning his attention back to Shen. “We’re getting a ride from the police, behave.”

Shen gave another cheeky grin, retracting his staff to capsule-form. “Of course, Eraserhead.”

: : :

The cruisers arrived promptly, two in total. One for the crook, and the other for Shan and Eraserhead. From there, it didn’t take long for them to reach the precinct, the duo entering a tidy, sparsely populated lobby.

“Eraserhead-san! Good to see you again.” The receptionist greeted. They resembled a jellyfish, with almost transparent looking blue eyes and jellyfish tentacles for hair. “Who’s the kid? I thought you only adopted stray cats.”

Eraserhead pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kuage-san, no.” The woman only laughed, before Shen spoke up.

“Hi!” Shen waved. “My name is Xiang, Shen. Eraserhead here found me about 30 minutes ago. I don’t have a place of residence, but it hasn’t been that long. You won’t have to worry about any health-related concerns. However, a round of vaccines is probably in order.” Kurage’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline, but the woman took the rapidfire info in stride, typing as he spoke.

“I was born and raised in China, and Chinese is my native and preferred language, but I’m also fluent in Japanese and conversationally fluent in English. No living relatives or legal guardians. As far as I’m aware, I don’t have an identity. Born on November 27th, fifteen years old.” Shen continued. Eraserhead remained silent as the keyboard click-clacked away, Kurage soon looking up.

“Well, that went quicker than usual. Thanks kid.” She said, “Can you tell me your quirk?”

“Untruth.” He replied.

“A’ight. Can you tell me how you got to Japan?”

Shen winced, remembering the knife previously twisting around in his gut, and putting his hand back on the nape of his neck. “I’d rather not…” He said with a sheepish grin.

Kurage-san gave an understanding smile. “That’s quite alright.” She turned to Eraserhead, “I’ll forward this to the detective. You two can go ahead and sit down. Coffee’s in the back.”

“Thank you ma’am!” Shen said with a smile, following the ravenette to one of the benches.

~ ~ ~

Shota was concerned, and a little suspicious. The kid had obviously gone through some shit, his gut churning anxiously whenever Xiang spoke. I felt too practiced, too… Artificial. Not to mention, his self-defense was nothing to scoff at. He’d taken down and restrained the villain from earlier all too easily, as if someone trying to kidnap him was a regular occurance.

Shota wanted to keep an eye on him. 

“Soooo, Eraserhead-san. Who is this ‘detective’?” The kid asked, his hands folded behind his back.

“A friend of mine. His name is Tsukauchi, and he has a lie detector quirk…” Shota trailed off, realizing something. Xiang seemed to notice, his smile becoming a little too sharp for the veterans' liking. It made his hackles rise. “‘Untruth’. What does your quirk do?”

“I’d like to keep my cards close to my chest, if it’s all the same to you, Eraserhead-san.” Xiang retorted, the two sitting down.

Aizawa supposed he could understand. If the kid was in the same situation that he thought he was, then keeping his quirk on the down-low was probably necessary for his well being. It’s hard to break survival habits, Shota should know. “Very well.” He said, nodding. “And the name’s Aizawa, by the way.”

Regardless of how he felt about the boy, Shota wanted him in 1-A. He’d had a few ‘street-rats’ in his classes (himself being one of them), and they always tended to be the ones with the most resourcefulness. Plus, Nezu had a penchant for taking strays into his school.

Also, society needed more heroes who were willing to get their hands a little dirty, to truly weed out the actual villains, not just shoplifters who needed to provide for their families, or pay for their daughters freAKING HEART SURGERY-

As you can see, Aizawa had some problems with the whole heroes-villians dynamic.

“Ah, Aizawa-san. What perfect timing.” The rat.

‘Perfect timing my ass.’ Aizawa thought as he saw his boss approach, suit and all.

“I see you’ve found us another student!” He exclaimed.

Xiang, understandably, looked wildly confused. “Um- excuse me. Student?” He asked. “I don’t even have any school records.”

“That’s what the placement tests are for, Mr. Xiang! You see, I am quite proud of being able to say that U. A. is an equal opportunity school. And that includes cases such as yourself! I’ve read Kurage-san’s report.”

Xiang took a moment to process, nodding. “Okay. Would I be a ward, then?”

“Yes, exactly!”

It was at that moment that Tsukauchi entered the lobby, beckoning the trio to his office. “Aizawa-san, Principal, Xiang-san.” He greeted. “Please, come in.” The trio did so, sitting across from the detective as he took his place on the other side of the desk. “First, to start this off, everything you said to Kurage-san was the truth. Correct?”

“Yes.” Shen replied. And with that, the interview started.

~ ~ ~

“I was born in Enshi, and moved around the Miao Autonomous Prefectures, including Qianxian, Qiannan, Qiandongnan, Enshi, Xiangxi, and Wenshan throughout my childhood.” Xiang elaborated, posture still perfect. “Then I came here.” 

Truth.

Tsukauchi noted that down, continuing. The boy had barely moved a muscle during the interview, his legs crossed and his hands folded over his knee. “And your quirk, ‘Untruth’. Can you give me its details?” Tsukauchi could tell the meeting was beginning to near its end, he was running out of questions.

“Before I start, I’d like to ask that they be kept confidential.” The boy requested. Tsukauchi noticed his hands clench, his jaw feathering slightly. “I’m sure you understand.” Oh, Tsukauchi understood alright. He understood perfectly well.

Quirk trafficking.

And based on Xiang's looks- Tsukauchi felt gross even thinking about it- he was probably used for other kinds of trafficking as well. He was keeping his composure extremely well, only having given the one tell of his hands. And Tsukauchi, being a detective with the quirk he had, was well-learned on various bodily and verbal cues. 

“Of course, everything said in this room is considered private information unless specified otherwise.” Tsukauchi said with a nod.

Xiang took a small breath, letting his eyes fall closed for a moment. “Untruth relies on my eyes. As long as someone is in my line of sight, then I can activate it. In simple terms, my quirk forces others to do the opposite of what their subconscious wants. For example, if someone wants to run away from me, then they’ll end up running towards me.”

Truth.

Oh. The picture Xiang was painting was not a pretty one. Given the context, the boy was more than likely used as a living capture-weapon of sorts. Nezu and Aizawa were sure to have drawn the same conclusion, based on the man’s expression and the way Nezu was holding his teacup- where the hell did he get a teacup? 

“And in order to activate my quirk, I have to be subconsciously fond of my target.” Nezu’s teacup shattered. Thankfully, there was no tea left. However, that was the least of Tsukauchis problems. 

“You had to establish rapport… With all of your targets?” He asked, his tone dark.

Shen nodded. “To a greater or lesser degree, yes.” He confirmed.

Tsukauchi felt sick. To make someone hurt a complete stranger was one thing. But to be forced to hurt someone you cared about? Even a little? That was twisted on a whole nother level.

As testament to Xiang’s composure, his tone betrayed nothing aside from cordial conversation. If Tsukauchi were interrogating a criminal, he would have a grudging respect and a heightened caution for the wrongdoer. As it stood now, however, only the detective's worry was rising.

Tsukauchi skimmed his notes a second time, deciding to move on from the subject. “Alright. Well, I can forward this to our Chinese liaison and see if we can get you an ID”

[ms-kio]

Technichally Not A Mutant

Mina Ashido X TMNT 2012! 1030 Words

“[Japanese]”

Mina was sitting on a rooftop, her legs dangling over the edge as she gazed at the stars. How did she end up here? All she remembered was a bright flash of light as she passed the support course doors, then she appeared on the roof. She had been there for quite some time, not quite comfortable with exploring yet and listening to the people below her. The acid girl could make out a few words from the people below her, though English wasn’t her strong suit. She’d also noticed another something strange; everybody seemed plain, quirkless. That was until Mina heard someone behind her, causing the pink teen to turn and settle into a fighting stance, courtesy of Aizawa-sensei. She was greeted by the face of another teen, a turtle mutant. He seemed cautious, his fists up in a defensive position, but not hostile.

”[Uh, who are you?]” she asked. The turtle boy's brow furrowed and he replied, with a noticeable accent. “[My name is Raphael, I speak little Japanese.]” Mina nodded in understanding, dropping her stance. “[Cool! I’m Mina Ashido!] Mina greeted, offering her hand Raphael followed suit, taking her hand in his. Mina shook it, sinking back into her stance. “Spar?” She asked, this time in English. Raphael grinned, in a way that reminded Mina of Bakugo. “Gladly, [Pinky].”

~ ~ ~

Raphael immediately took into account how fast and flexible this girl was, especially after having to dodge a kick to his jaw from less than two feet away. And she was in heels! Mina was wearing a large bandana around her chest, as well as a pair of high-waisted jean shorts with leggings, and a large fur coat. Raph had to admit she had taste. Her skin was also alarmingly pink, with unique eyes and a small pair of horns. Usually the hothead didn’t like pink, though it suited her well. He and Mina traded a seemingly endless amount of blows, before the turtle took out his sais. The girl replied with a flick of acid to his legs, which caught him off guard enough for her to land a knee to his cheekbone. So they were fighting dirty. Raph kicked debris up into Mina's eyes, forcing her to close them as he threw an uppercut at her chin. This back and forth continued until Raph and Mina were covered in acid burns and bruises, respectively, deciding to call it quits when the turtle teen got a bloody nose.

After saying his farewells, Raphael made way back to the base, flopping on his beanbag in the main room. Those acid burns were a pain in the shell and he felt dead on his feet, feeling relieved to sit down. He’d already missed evening patrol, and he was probably gonna miss midnight, so he might as well rest up for early morning. The boy pulled out his T-Phone, calling his nerd brother. “Raph? What's up? You missed evening patrol.” His voice sounded over the device. “Yea, I know. Sorry ‘bout that. I feel about as sore as a deadbeat horse. Got anything for acid burns?” Raph asked. “Acid burns!? Raph, where are you? How bad are the burns?” Don's demeanor immediately went from frantic brother to focused doctor as Raph heard his brother's medical box rattling in the background. Leo and Mikey were also there, it seemed, asking questions. “I’m in the living room. The burns aren’t bad, I’m just covered in a whole bunch of tiny ones.” “Alright. Leo, Mikey, you go make sure Raph stays awake. I need to assess his injuries, and he sounds half alive. He’s in the living room.” Soon enough, Raph heard the garage doors pen, plus two pairs of feet rapidly drawing closer. “Raph, what happened? Why are you covered in acid burns? Was it another mutant?” Leo asked, obviously concerned. “Friendly sparring match, needa talk to sensei ‘bout it later…” Raph slurred, his eyes drifting closed. “Bro, stay awake!” Mikey said suddenly, shaking the red-masked turtle in a panic. Raph jolted, hissing in pain before slapping Mikey away. “Be careful Mikey!” Leo scolded. “What, I’m stressed!” “Leave the poking to me!” Don shouted from the other room, soon by Raphs side, shooing away the other two. He then pressed a piece of gauze against a burn on Raphs collar bone, storing it in a small container before treating the rest. Donatello chattered at him constantly, forcing Raph to answer every question he asked, no matter how mundane. And finally, when Don was done, he let Raph sleep.

~ ~ ~

Mina watched as her new friend(?) left. They had exchanged very few words, but she felt like she understood Raphael more than most others. No wonder Aizawa-sensei had them ‘spar it out’ with him if they presented any personal problems. It told him how to respond, the best way to help, or to have them just ‘tough it out’. Mina lied down on the softest stretch of concrete she could find on the rooftop and closed her eyes, listening to the city sounds. The spar had taken out a lot of her anxiety about getting back to her home, and now she was just tired. So when no more than thirty seconds passed, she was out like a light.

~ ~ ~

Hamato Yoshi arose from his meditation, exiting the dojo. This was usually when the boys were having their early morning patrol, so he wasn’t expecting to see Raphael and Donatello to be in the living room. The taller of the two was working quietly on his computer, one hand checking his brother's temperature. “Donatello? Why are you and Raphael here? And why is your brother covered in bandages?” “!” Donatello's head snapped towards him in momentary surprise. “Oh, hello sensei. Raph was out earlier and apparently he met another mutant and had a ‘friendly sparring match’ with them.” Donatello explained. “However, the DNA in the acid residue doesn’t contain any traces of mutagen.” “No traces of mutagen?” Yoshi asked. “Are you suggesting a new breed of mutant?” “I don’t know sensei.” Donatello lamented. “Unlike any mutant we’ve encountered, this one seems to be completely independent of external chemicals, like an extremely advanced version of evolution.”