Kapitel 7: Chapter 7 - Our Mission: Let's Be Heroes: 2
The next day came quicker than expected. A yawn escaped the blond's lips as she stretched out her arms. She blinked, getting used to the light in her room before covering her mouth, another yawn escaping. Cracking her neck from side to side, she let out a huff of air before muttering to herself. "Alright… gotta get ready for that meeting."
As she said that, she glanced at the time, and when she did, alarm struck through her body. It was 9:30 Am.
"Oh shit, I'm going to be late for school!" Yoshihara near shrieked, adrenaline coursing through her veins when then, another feeling struck through her body, a feeling of stupidity. "Wait a moment, It's Sunday! Duh! Plus, why would I be going to a meeting in the morning if today was a school day?" The blond asked herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
After that full-blown streak of dumbassery finished, she sat up in bed, balled her hands up into fists, then nodded to herself before flipping the sheets off of her body.
It was go time!
The first thing Yoshihara did when she got out of bed was to send a text to Izuku, telling him for both he and his mother to go to the café near Aldrea Junior high. Afterward, she got dressed, her clothing consisting of a baggy long-sleeve shirt, the colour of which was pink, a pair of black yoga pants, and black sneakers.
When she finished getting dressed, and before she left her room, she grabbed a bag from her bedside table, stuffed it into one of her pant pockets, then walked out of her room and into the bathroom. When she entered the room, she immediately got to work doing her hair up into an asymmetrical bob. In order to keep it in place, she used a cute pink cat-themed tie, then, she painted her nails black, and brushed her teeth. Once that was all done, she left the bathroom.
Making her way downstairs, she was immediately caught off guard when she saw Nemuri sitting on the couch in her undergarments and bra. A wave of shock and confusion blew through the blond as a sense of embarrassment flowed through her.
"KAYAMA-SAN?!" Yoshihara shouted, a blush spreading across her cheeks as Nemuri turned her attention to the blond, only to giggle with surprise.
"Oh, you're up early~, I wasn't expecting that. I should probably get dressed, shouldn't I?" Nemuri said as Yoshihara coughed into her hand, looking down at the floor. She mentally cursed out Nemuri as she walked up the stairs, swaying her hips side to side, taking in all the embarrassment rolling off the young girl.
As soon as she passed by Yoshihara, the blond stormed down the stairs, grabbed a cereal bar from the kitchen, grabbed her black leather jacket, then left the suite. The less time she stayed in the suite, the better.
By the time she left the Love Hotel, it was already 10:30 Am. It would take about an hour to walk to the café, depending on if a villain attack occurred or not.
She enjoyed the times she got to walk around the city. It was usually a time of peace for the blond. Whenever she'd go on walks, it would give her the chance to clear her thoughts and empty her head. If anything was bothering her, or if she was thinking about some rather dark and sadistic things, taking a walk around the city allowed those thoughts to filter out. Of course, it wasn't always an effective cure when it came to those thoughts, but it usually quelled them for a short while.
As she rounded the corner to the café, she caught the appearance of Midoriya Inko and Izuku crossing the street. By the time she showed up there, it was 11:30 Am, meaning the other two were bound to show up sooner or later.
As Yoshihara approached the building, she looked around for Josefumi and Karera, but they were nowhere to be found. That was fine, it gave her a chance to debrief the other two and give them a full scope of the situation before the other two got there. It was also a chance to see if Inko would keep up her side of the bargain.
As she pulled out one of the five chairs for herself, Yoshihara watched as the pair of green-haired individuals came closer to the café, and as soon as the pair noticed her, they waved to her. The blond gave them a curt smile, gesturing them to sit at the table.
As Inko and Izuku walked up to where the blond was sitting, the Midoriya Matriarch let one of Fly, Fly Away's arms appear, pulling out two seats with its ability as Izuku took the seat in front of Yoshihara, while Inko took the seat beside her son.
"H-hi, Kira-san, how's your morning been so far?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara smirked.
"Again, with the stuttering, you got to seriously work on that, Midoriya-kun," Yoshihara pointed out as the green-haired boy suppressed an 'eep', straightening his back as the blond giggled. "Oh, you have no idea how fun it is to tease you! Not that I'm trying to be mean, of course. It's just fun to see your reactions to things," Yoshihara said, smiling, which caused the green-haired boy's cheeks to light up with a pink hue.
"I-I…" the boy let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as Inko smiled.
"Well, I'm glad he has a friend like you, Kira-san. Also, I love the outfit, you look nice this afternoon!" Inko complimented as Yoshihara's cheeks became dusted with a pink hue at the compliment.
"Thank you, Inko. You also look good this afternoon," Yoshihara replied as Inko nodded.
"Thank you. However, I do want to ask what this impromptu meeting is about?" Inko said, causing Yoshihara to drop the friendly demeanour on a dime. The blond began to rummage through her pocket. As soon as she stopped, she pulled out the bag she grabbed from her room, which contained the bullet that Josefumi and Karera brought over the night prior.
"W-What's this, Kira-san?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms as her eyes lost all the light in them, her emotions draining from her face—as if a vacuum cleaner sucked out her personality in an instant.
"As you two are both acutely aware, we were attacked by a Stand User yesterday. I know the identity of the user, however, it was a misconception, so for the sake of their privacy, I won't be bringing them up," Yoshihara stated, the blond noticing the slight flinch that Inko made before straightening herself out.
"Okay… although I still think they deserve to be put behind bars for nearly killing you, Kira-san, if it truly was a misconception, then I guess it could be pushed aside," Izuku said, a distant look on his face, one full of guilt and concern. This prompted the blond to wave him off.
"It's fine. Everything is alright, so we can move on from it. However, the same thing cannot be said about what transpired afterward. Before being attacked by the last Stand user we faced, I was attacked by another one, two days before. This Stand user has become my ally, and provided me with this bullet last night," Yoshihara explained.
"Hold on, what?" Inko asked, a raised eyebrow directed toward the blond as Yoshihara gestured for her to continue. "If I might ask, why did they give you that bullet?" The green-haired mother asked as Yoshihara sighed, straightening herself out, and picking up the bag by the seal. Killer Queen appeared by her side, taking the bullet out of the bag before placing the bag down on the table.
The Stand then proceeded to place the bullet atop the bag ever so gently, almost as if it was trying to make sure it looked like it hadn't been moved.
"They gave this bullet to me because it directly links towards the numerous amount of Stand Users cropping up in Japan. This was picked up by the American version of the HSPC, The Speedwagon Foundation." Yoshihara said, dropping the bomb of information on the pair, causing Inko's eyes to widen.
"The Speedwagon Foundation?! Why would they be here in Japan then, and what do they have to do with this bullet?" Inko asked as Yoshihara stared blankly at the green-haired woman. A moment of silence washed over the table, tensions beginning to build as Yoshihara finally answered the woman's question.
"Because they are here to investigate the bullet. And as for how they're linked to it outside of the investigation, I have no clue," the blond replied as Izuku blinked a few times in rapid succession.
"D-Does your other f-friend work with them?" Izuku asked as Yoshihara nodded. When she did, silence befell the table almost immediately. When the mood lifted slightly, Yoshihara continued.
"This bullet, in particular, has the strange ability to erase Quirks and replace them with Stands. At least, that is the working theory the Speedwagon Foundation has come up with," Yoshihara said, causing Inko to shake her head.
"Okay, so what you're saying is that it creates Stand users. What I don't understand is why it involves us, Kira-san. No offence, but I'm just a stay-at-home mom, and Izuku is still training for U.A., so we are completely out of our league here," Inko half-lied as Yoshihara sighed.
"Yes, however, you two have been hanging around with a Stand user, that being me, which already puts you two in more danger than you could possibly imagine. Keeping you in the loop is something I intend to do. Beyond that, there is still more I need to discuss. I think, that going forward, since both me and Izuku, as well as the previously mentioned friends of mine, will be attending U.A., I feel as if we should form a group to figure out where this bullet is being produced. It's bad enough that I've been attacked by two Stand Users in the past week, who knows what could happen if we allow that number to fester to a higher count, or god forbid, a Stand User attacks you. Stopping the production of the bullet altogether is our only choice.
Of course, you're free to back out, however, I want to warn you that if you do, I will not help either of you if you get attacked by a Stand user. That is my bargaining chip," Yoshihara said, causing Izuku to gasp.
"K-Kira-san!—"
"No. I will not budge on my stance. Besides, you want to be a hero, right? You're bound to run into a handful of Stand users anyway. While I believe in you completely, Midoriya-kun, ultimately, this mission—the one to do with the bullet—is more important than becoming a hero. If a Stand User crops up with the power to, for example, Stop Time, and they work with a group of villains, not even All Might could stop them. With your knowledge, you could help crack the code of where this bullet is being made," Yoshihara said, causing Izuku to glance over to his mother, who seemed to be completely focused on what the blond was saying.
"B-But… what about the police?" Izuku asked, turning his head back to look at the blond. In response, Yoshihara shook her head.
"This goes beyond the Heroes and the police. Besides, what's a hero without a good reason for becoming one, aside from wanting to save people?" Yoshihara asked, the emotion in her eyes returning as a smile dawned on her face.
Inko let out a sigh, crossing her arms. She wasn't a fan of what Yoshihara was doing, dragging her son into a situation he barely understood—hell, Inko barely understood it, but that was beside the point. What was annoying her the most though was the fact that she was using a manipulation tactic. Emotional manipulation.
A part of her wanted to out herself as a Stand User to her son, but she also didn't want to betray his trust, so for now, she held back, levelling a soft glare towards Yoshihara. However, when looking over at Izuku, she became… despondent.
Inko had been wracked with guilt ever since she got back from the hospital after the battle. She had been in over her head, assuming the worse about Yoshihara, and for what? Now she owed Yoshihara infinitely more than what she would have if she hadn't attacked her.
And on top of that, who was she to decide who or who could not be friends with Izuku? It had been eating at her ever since, and just now, right as she looked over at Izuku, she made up her mind.
"I'm going to reveal myself to my son during the meeting, once the right moment shows itself, I'll act on it. I just hope he won't hate me for it…."
"Well, before anyone makes a decision," a new voice spoke as the group of three turned to look behind Yoshihara. As soon as Yoshihara saw the familiar pair, a wave of relief washed over her.
Josefumi and Karera walked to the table, a tray of coffee's in hand as they approached. Placing them on the table, the two took their seats, Josefumi on the right of Yoshihara, and Karera to her left.
"I want to state that while Yoshihara is right, and that you are all free to choose whatever you want, the more hands we have on the situation, the better," Josefumi stated, looking over to Inko and Izuku.
"Sorry for the abrupt statement. My name is Kujo Josefumi, and this," Josefumi paused, gesturing to Karera, "is my Girlfriend Sakunami Karera. We're both Yoshihara's friends and allies. It's a pleasure to meet you two, Midoriya Inko, and Midoriya Izuku," Josefumi said as Karera smiled.
"A pleasure to meet you two!" The girl said as Inko chuckled to herself.
"It's nice to meet you too, Sakunami-san, Kujo-san. I take it that one of you is with The Speedwagon foundation?" Inko asked as Josefumi huffed.
"Well, in actuality, the two of us, Karera and I, are members of the foundation. However, I would like to state the gravity of the situation. Kira-san did a good job at introducing you to the threat the bullets propose, but I would like to fully show you just how bad these things can get," Josefumi started, bringing out his phone as he slid it across the table for the two green-haired individuals to see.
As soon as Inko began to read what was on the phone, she gasped. "O-Over 200 dead, women, children, and heroes alike slaughtered in one week, the culprit being a yellow bullet…?!" Inko read aloud as Josefumi took the phone back.
"Yes. To put it into perspective, if the needle end of the bullet gets into contact with someone's skin, then that person has a chance to become a Stand User. If they don't, they die. Now, I don't know about you, but I think that if we had four stand users on our side, along with a genius like Izuku, we'll be able to find out where they are in a heartbeat. So, what do you say?" Josefumi asked as Izuku raised an eyebrow.
"Four Stand Users? But, there are only three people here who are, so where's the fourth?" Izuku asked as Inko paled. It was at this point that Karera caught on as to why Izuku had been confused and immediately glared at Inko.
"Ma'am, have you been hiding your Stand from your son?" Karera asked as Izuku jumped from his seat, slamming his hands on the table.
"My mom is not a Stand User. The only Stand User I know is the one that attacked us at my house, and Yoshihara, so—"
"No, dear… it's fine," Inko said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I should've told you yesterday, but I didn't. The Stand User who attacked you two was me. Not because I wanted to harm you, but because I wanted to protect you. We can talk about this at home, but for right now, let's finish our business with these two, then move on, okay sweetie?" Inko interrupted, causing Izuku to lose the tension in his muscles as he slumped back into his seat.
"Oh… okay…" Izuku spoke, his tone full of confusion. Josefumi sighed, looking at Inko.
"I'm still waiting for my answer," Josefumi said, impatience on his tongue as Inko leaned back in her chair.
"Alright. We'll help, so long as we keep this to ourselves. No one else needs to get involved. I don't want my son's…" Inko paused, looking at the green-haired boy, who refused to make eye contact. "Other friend, Katsuki Bakugo, was dragged into this mess. No offence to the boy, but he has all the finesse of a bull in a china shop."
The small insult made Yoshihara giggle, resulting in the mood-lifting ever so slightly.
"Alright, with that out of the way, we now need to set up a way of direct communication between the five of us. That way, if any of us are in trouble, we can find and or contact one of us if we end up in a situation we can't dig ourselves out of," Karera explained as Josefumi nodded.
Yoshihara looked at Inko, and Inko glanced over to Izuku, who was off in his own little world. The revelation that his own mother tried to kill his only real friend must've done something to him. She had decided that she was going to leave him be for now, but tomorrow, when they both went to school, that was going to be a completely different story.
"Alright, I'll write down my phone number. I'm going to have to assume you already know Kira-san's?" Inko questioned as Josefumi nodded, a coy smirk on his face as Yoshihara raised an eyebrow.
"We had to know what her number was so we could meet up with her yesterday. So I can say with full clarity that we know her number," Josefumi said, which caused Yoshihara to feel slightly disturbed. The only real way he could've known her number was if the Speedwagon Foundation gave it to him somehow, or, he had been stalking her for at least a month when she got her new phone.
A shutter cascaded down her spine as she glared at Josefumi. She wanted to slap him across the face, but decided against it, seeing as she didn't want to cause a scene. However, she would have to find a way to get back at him at some point.
The rest of the get-together went about just as what a normal teen get-together would be like, adding on a middle-aged woman who didn't seem to care all that much aside, it felt good to talk to people who were her age.
Although, Izuku had been glancing over to his mother frequently, casting almost judgemental stares at her whenever he got the chance to. She didn't blame him, hell, if roles were reversed, she'd be doing the same thing.
They talked about how school had been for them, and especially the earlier grades. They also discussed what they planned to do once they got to U.A., and other miscellaneous stuff. By the time everyone had decided to pack up and leave, it was 3:25 PM. Everyone waved goodbye and said their farewells.
On the walk home, Yoshihara felt invigorated. Finally, her life had some form of normality, even if it was also a part of something far larger than she ever intended it to be. Although, she expected that, considering she was going to U.A.
As she walked, she couldn't help but shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Not anytime soon, mind you, but in the future. The very near future.
But whatever that something was, she was going to face it head-on, no matter what happened to her as a result.
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If Nemuri were, to be honest with herself, which she usually never was, Aizawa Shouta and Hizashi Yamada were the most uncanny pair of individuals she ever had the pleasure to become friends with.
Currently, she was staying at their shared apartment and seeing as Yoshihara was old enough to look after herself, she saw no need to stay there, at least not all the time.
However, she couldn't shake off the bad feeling that had been swallowing her up. It was almost like an instinct of sorts—a motherly instinct, despite not being a mother in the traditional sense—that something was wrong.
However, the last thing she wanted to do was distract herself from hanging out with her two, possibly gay, best friends. Speaking of those two, possibly gay, best friends….
Hizashi Yamada wore a yellow plaid button-up shirt, black skinny jeans, and brown slippers. His hair was done up in a ponytail, and the frames of his glasses were an electric yellow. To top it all off, he had a two twin pointed mustache (if you could even call it that) on his upper lip, one that had been trimmed to perfection. Allendale, it was a pretty exaggerated get-up for a small get-together.
Then, there was Shouta Aizawa, who decided to do the near exact opposite. He wore all muted colours, such as a white shirt, and grey baggy pants, and his hair was all over the place, plus the scraggly beard that he had been starting to grow, not to mention he was barefoot.
Finally, there was Nemuri, who wore a basic purple button-up shirt, thigh-high shorts, and white slippers. Her hair was undone, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall, and her eyes were focused on the cards that were in her hand. Cards that belonged to a game of Uno, which she was winning.
And while she was focused on her cards, her mind was running amok about what the two's lives had been like, seeing as being a pro-hero made it hard to stay in contact with her friends.
The two himbos, because she had to face the music, gave off himbo energy, also gave off "married couple energy" almost 24/7. It was almost exciting, but that was most likely her Quirk talking.
The reason as to why the group of friends were playing Uno was because of one singular, solitary reason…! It was one of Hizashi's favourite games to play while she was over, seeing as it didn't involve direct teasing, or being rude to one another—the less they spoke of the Mario Party 20 incident, the better.
"DRAW 4!" Hizashi shouted, pointing at Aizawa for dramatic flair. Almost immediately, the scraggly black-haired man countered with a plus 2, causing Hizashi to pout. "Drat…"
"Shouldn't have been obvious, Hizashi. You need to practice on your poker face," Aizawa said as Hizashi drew six cards into his hand. Nemuri repressed a giggle, placing down a green 4, as that had been the colour that was in play.
"Honestly you two, I'm starting to think you're more than just friends from the way you two talk to one another," Nemuri said, a scandalous tone in her voice as Hizashi nearly fell out of his chair, while Aizawa merely shrugged.
"Well, you'll never know, that's for sure, Nemuri," Aizawa said, his voice dry as he took a sip of his afternoon coffee. "Besides, the less you know about my love life, the better," the older man said, glancing over to Hizashi, who had picked himself up.
"Yeah! Besides, don't you have anything else to worry about? Like, I don't know, your adopted daughter?" The blond man pointed out.
"I don't have to worry about her. She's fine, she can take care of herself. Plus, I get the feeling that she's a bit uncomfortable around me in the first place," Nemuri said as Aizawa shook his head.
"If I had to guess, it's because you tease her constantly, don't you?" the black-haired man said, causing Nemuri to stammer.
"W-Well, er, okay fine, yes I do. I bit too often if she had anything to say about it. But come on! Her face is so precious when she gets flustered, it's so… youthful." The ravenette near drooled, not before slapping herself across the face. "OW! Ugh, I need to take my medication, I'll be back," Nemuri said, placing her cards face down as she dug around in her pocket for the bottle.
She could faintly hear Aizawa scolding Hizashi for trying to peak at her cards, repressing a giggle from the ravenette. She marched into the bathroom, closed the door, then popped one of the dissolvable pills.
She hated the way they tasted, but it was for the greater good of her career. The quicker she got her impulses under control, the better. The new grade of high schoolers was coming in about a month, so she needed to prepare. The exams were about two weeks away, and the recommended exams were only four days away.
If she didn't get this stupid urge down and away forever, she'd have to deal with it while at school—the last thing she wanted was the reputation of the pill-popping teacher—and that was an outcome that was coming closer to reality as the days came closer.
But outside of all of that, the last thing she wanted to be outed as was a pedophile because of a miscommunication between her and the students.
Her Quirk, like most people's Quirks, altered the way she thought and acted. For example, Eraserhead, aka Shouta Aizawa, was an insomniac because of his Erasure Quirk. Present Mic, aka Hizashi Yamada, had a hard time controlling the volume of his voice because of his Voice Quirk.
Both of these problems were easy to deal with. All it took for Aizawa were sleep pills that bring up his serotonin levels, and all Hizashi had to do was watch how he spoke. But for a certain raven-haired dominatrix, the issue was way worse than either of those.
Her Quirk, Somnambulist, altered her perception of youth and made it attractive to her. Now, why it does that, she had absolutely no idea. The doctors didn't understand it, her parents didn't understand it, and she most of all didn't understand it.
Ever since she was 19, she had to take medication to lessen the impact her Quirk had on her mentality so that she could remain focused on the job. But over the years, the medication just kept getting weaker and weaker. It was to the point where she was taking the stronger stuff, which actively weakened her Quirk, making her performance out on the field worse.
She absolutely hated that part of herself. She hated the fact that she had this bizarre attraction to youth, and furthermore, she hated the fact that it was getting to a point where she might have to consider retirement at an early age.
In her eyes, it was a disease. A disease that had to have a cure out there somewhere, but for all she knew, was far out of her reach.
"Hey, Nemuri?" It was Hizashi, and it was also at this moment that she had begun to realize that she was crying. Why was she crying? She didn't know why, but Nemuri knew there had to have been a reason. "Are you okay in there?" Hizashi's voice spoke to her again, and this time she straightened herself out, wiped the smeared mascara away, wiped underneath her eyes, and regained composure.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a minute…." Nemuri replied, a pair of footsteps fading away, signalling to the ravenette that the flashy blond-haired man left the doorway. Letting out a shaky sigh, the woman stepped out of the washroom, glancing into the living room as Hizashi and Aizawa were looking at her, hints of concern in their eyes as they stared.
"Nemuri, are you alright?" Aizawa asked as the ravenette smirked, completely avoiding the question.
"I'm fine, Shouta. Let's just get back to the game. I'm winning, last time I checked, so I'd like to finish it before I go back home to see if my darling daughter is home from hanging out with her friends," Nemuri said, rejoining them at the table, picking up her cards with a smile on her face.
Aizawa and Hizashi glanced at each other, both having doubt in their eyes before reluctantly continuing the game.
In the end, Aizawa won through sheer commitment, dubiousness, and a trick named the "+Plus Infinity and then Uno beatdown."
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Leaning against a wall within an alleyway, a teenager stood, crossing his arms as he watched people go back and forth on the sidewalk. The teen had short grey hair, styled in a crewcut. He wore a black denim jacket with a spiked collar around his neck, and a red v-neck shirt. He also wore black grey pants with spiked cowboy boots and spiked cuffs around his wrists.
He was tall and imposing, sitting at a height of 6'4, and he was relatively muscular. This was thanks to his own personal training. When he found out that U.A. was accepting students, he knew he had to do something, anything, to get in.
The teen was what you'd call a rather impatient person. Throughout all of his life, he had wanted to go get famous. Each time he tried to get famous, it was either through stupid stunts, vigilantism, or through Herotube, but each time, it failed.
But now, he had a chance. All he'd have to do was get through the recommendation exam, thanks to the Pro-Hero Death Arms endorsing him for a position. However, if he were to guarantee victory, he'd have to trim out a bit of the competition.
He had heard the rumours that the illustrious Midnight had applied someone for the recommendation exam for the first time in a long time. The last person she recommended was weak and barely qualified, so if it was the same this year, it would be easy pickings.
"I'm not gonna let some pathetic weakling squander my chances at finally getting famous!" The teen said through grit teeth. He clenched his hand into a fist as a black aura permeated around him.
A figure appeared beside the teen, its body lean and spikey, and its mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes were a piercing red, and its head and back had purple spikes running across the top of its head all the way down its back.
Its hands were more like claws, and it wore what seemed to be a black leather jacket of sorts, though it had been infused with itself.
The teen's eyes were transfixed on a photograph. The photograph was of a blond-haired girl walking out of a nightclub with the titular Pro Hero. His eyes wandered back to the street, and there, he saw that same girl walking into the Love Hotel, Love Deluxe, which had been owned by the Pro Hero. They had the same body type, the same hairstyle and colour, and the same facial features.
A dark, foreboding smile crept up on the person's face as the teen watched her like a hawk.
"I'd attack you now, but I want to wait for a perfect opportunity. When you're all alone, and out of the way. That way, my Renegades can rip you to shreds!" The teen snarled, throwing the photograph into the air as Renegades pointed one of its index fingers forward, shooting a spinning spike out of its fingertip, completely ripping the photo into little shreds.
"Once I corner you, there will be nowhere left for you to hide, Kira Yoshihara."
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