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"Fix that scowl, it's unladylike," Mrs. Yaoyorozu says. The woman was a striking beauty, only 33 years old. A less curvy version of her daughter, with short brown hair, who was currently sitting opposite her in the limo.
They both wore similar red gowns, the family color, and clearly one was more enthused to be here than the other.
Momo schools her features and continues looking out the window, but doesn't even spare her mother a glance.
Soon they arrive at the hotel, and before she knows it, Momo is being escorted into a open ballroom on the upper floors.
Filled with people in their best formal wear. Suits and pearls, the most expensive watches money could buy.
'A room of parasites and fake people,' Momo thinks, looking at everyone in disgust as the walk down the stairs.
"Hngh," she groans as her mother pinches her.
"Fix your face dear..."
"Yes mother," she growls out.
Being pulled back and forth by her mother to meet all of their family friends was as boring as every other, but a certain someone caught her eye throughout the night.
A young man appeared only slightly older than her, tall with wide shoulders. A black suit with a strange yellow heart on each shoulder.
'He seems young, maybe he finds this as torturous as I do...' she was hopeful atleast.
And eventually, the crowd around this man thins, and her mother drags us over there, and his bright blue eyes seem to bore right through her.
"Momo, this is our host, mister Law Matani," her mother says, giving the man a polite smile.
"Mrs. Yaoyorozu, even more beautiful than all the rumors I've heard," he kisses her mother's hand before turning to her. "I suppose that goes for both of you..."
And the look he gave almost had Momo rolling her eyes, because he was clearly undressing her with his.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," She nods politely. "I hadn't expected our host to be so young."
"These charity events are usually hosted by old bored people, true," he agrees. "But with the state of Japan as it is, I figured we should do what we can to help the less fortunate, don't you agree?"
"Oh, my daughter certainly agrees," her mother cuts in. "But sadly she prefers to help people one at a time than by the thousands like us."
Law looks a bit confused by that, "what do you mean?"
"What mother means...is that I'm currently a Provisional Hero, at UA," he gives him a proud look.
"Wow, that's incredible, so your Quirk must be amazing to get into UA," Law says, clearly excited.
Momo cracks a genuine smile at that, "yes, sadly its not the most impressive in our class, not by a mile. But I'm sure it can help many people."
"Momo can create any non-living thing she knows the molecular structure of," her mother says. "She's as brilliant as she is beautiful."
"What a useful Quirk," Law says. "I don't follow heroes much sadly. Not enough time in the day. But I do know your family started the very first Hero Agency in Japan, quite an incredible legacy...but mine has never really had heroic Quirks."
"Oh, how so?" Momo asks.
"Well, my Quirk helps me looks a bit younger, not very good against villains, right?"
Momo nods, "I see..."
"But I'd certainly gladly swap with you," her mother giggles. "As would most of the world."
"Well the women atleast," Law shrugs. "But that's why I'm helping people in the ways I can."
"Oh, and how might that be exactly?" Momo seemed genuinely intrigued by this.
"He's helping to solve the employment crisis," her mother says. "The Matani Estate has been quietly buying any business that would be shutting down and keeping them open, at his own personal expense."
"It's better than having tens of thousands of people in the streets or becoming villains."
"And more effective the running around in a scandalous outfit hitting people with a stick..."
Law looks a bit confused at her statement, then Momo looks at the woman.
"I changed the costume, monther, and being a Pro Hero is helping people."
"You could help many more by doing what this young man is," she gestures to Law, who just awkwardly looks between both women.
"By profiting from the crisis?" Momo looks disgusted by her mother's statement.
"Hey I'm helping people," Law says.
Momo snaps her gaze toward him, "and when the real heroes stabilize Japan, all those businesses you bought for pennies will start making you a fortune every month, right? You're just another selfish person consumed by greed," she hisses out.
Momo's entire body jolts up as her mother pinches her side, almost hard enough to make her bleed, and pulls her close, "you will not insult our host young lady," she hisses out.
Momo glares at the woman, "I know what you're trying to do, but I'm not an object to be traded, especially to someone like that..."
"Excuse me?" Law was now genuinely confused for the first time tonight. "What's that supposed to me."
Momo shrugs off her mother's grip and looks at him, "it means if you want to leave your bloodied past behind, wear gloves..." she says before storming off to the balcony.
Law looks down at his hands, seeing his knuckle and hand tattoos. Intentionally similar to gang tattoos.
'Huh, these were supposed to put distance between Horizon and Law...worked perfectly. And I got to avoid that family bullshit...'
"I'm terribly sorry about my daughter, please forgive her," her mother gives a slight bow.
"It's fine...but keep her away from me. I have no interest in women like that," Law takes his drink and just walks away.
'No more Yaoyorozu drama, whew,' Law thinks as he walks over to Gild on the other side of the room. The man was about to leave with his date...and someone who was not his date, and had a wedding ring on her finger.
Law shakes his head, just imagining the stories that will come of tonight.
---Meanwhile...
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Momo's mother yells as she closes the balcony door, separating them from the party.
"Me? You're the one trying to show me off like a piece of meat, do you have any idea of how objectifying that felt!"
"I'm doing this because you forced my hand. I just want what's best for you!"
"No, you only care about the family name and expanding it, no matter what you have to make me do to achieve that, right?" Momo glares at her, crossing her arms and turning her back to the railing.
"That's not true..."
"It is! And you can't imagine a person like me, who wants more. I want to actually help people, not just sign cheques and act like it'll solve anyone's problems.
I want to go out there and actually contribute to the world with my own hands. I don't want to be some wealthy man's miserable baby breeder like you!"
Momo immediately slaps a hand over her mouth, seeing the hurt look on her mother's face.
"Mom, I---"
"It's fine," her cold voice rang out, hollow of all emotion. "Then just go. And as we agreed, you get nothing from us so long as you continue this nonsense...but I hope you come to your senses before it's too late.
Because all I wanted was my daughter, but you're determined to give me another dead Yaoyorozu in the history books..."
Before those words could even settle in, before broken hearts could properly form.
BANG!
A single gunshot rings out from inside, and through the glass doors, they can see people looking toward the middle of the room, terrified.
Momo immediately rushes forward, toward the danger, but the moment she tries to get past her mother the woman tackles her to the floor.
"No! Don't go in there, they could kill you!" the woman screams, hysterically.
"No! I need to make sure everyone is alright!"
"Just wait for the Pros!"
"I'm...sorry!" Momo pushes her mom to the side and rushes through the doors, and as the woman gets up to follow her.
"Hn!" she feels a sharp pain on her wrist, then looks down to see a handcuff on her, attached to a large metal ball on the floor.
Looking down she easily unclips the cuffs from the ball, realizing it was only a distraction to keep her out of danger.
But she wastes no time taking out her phone to call the police.
Rushing inside Momo forces her way through the crowd, seeing and hearing a helicopter now arriving on the rooftop.
And in the middle of the room, four men with rifles and masks, in full tactical gear.
"Mister Matani!" One of the men yells. "That's all we want, the big shot behind this whole show! Where is he!"
The man fires a few shots into the ceiling, causing another chorus of screaming.
Momo's brain is immediately working overtime.
'They're too spread out for me to subdue them all quickly and safely.
I don't know what Quirks they have so I can't prepare properly.
If I use gas it will hurt the civilians.
What should I do, maybe...tasers.
No, I still don't know their Quirks.'
"I'm right here!" Law says, stepping out of the crowd not far away from Momo.
"Well, that makes this easy," the man chuckles as Law walks toward him.
"Wait!" Momo's body seems to move on its own, stepping out of the crowd and taking a fighting stance. "You can't take him!"
"Ok," the man says, and before Momo could form a plan---
BANG!
He shoots Law in the shoulder.
He closes his eyes to hide the glow, and his hand immediately goes up to the wound to block the blue energy vapor from showing, as Hand Of God automatically heals the wound.
And he's unable to stop it.
"Ahhhh!" Law screams in agony as he drops to his knees.
And the man just looks back at Momo, "so you wanna get back in the crowd, or should I just kill him...since you don't want us to just take him after all."
Seeing no other option Momo just raises her hands and steps back, returning to the crowd.
And she has no choice but to watch them kidnap Law Matani from his own charity event.
Taken to the roof, the first person that she, as a Provisional Pro Hero, couldn't save...
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"C'mon, faster!" Cellophane berates himself as he swings through downtown Tokyo. Hundreds of meters above the street, swinging between the brightly lit skyscrapers of Japan's night-time skyline.
"Call Horizon!" Cellophane commands, and his visor obeys.
His visor is connected to his phone just as Horizon's is connected to his own, but the call doesn't connect.
"Damn it, the guy with the hoverboard doesn't pick up, just great," Cellophane grumbles.
He was half sure Horizon was occupied with his blonde 'friend' back at Horizon Tower.
Rushing between the buildings his eyes are laser-focused on the holographic map displayed in his visor, showing the current moving location of a helicopter moving through the city.
A hostage situation that all the nearby heroes were immediately alerted of.
'Great, just as I was on the way back to get some sleep, and then some right jerk get kidnapped from his own party. I just hope I get there before he gets hurt or disappears,' Cellophane swings around a building and sticks to the side of it.
He uses his feet and one hand to hold on while he looks around, then looks up at where the helicopter is, still dozens of meters above his current altitude.
Looking down at the streets below he shakes his head, "ok, maybe ask Mei for a parachute, just in case..." he mutters before swinging toward the Matani National Hotel.
As he notices the helicopter hovering within the city to prevent police choppers from being sent to follow it, as flying between buildings is highly illegal, Cellophane grits his teeth.
"Time to see what these upgrades can really do," he takes a deep breath and presses down fully on the button on his right palm.
The line of tape that was shot from his right hand suddenly retracts, hard enough to almost give him whiplash as it yanks him forward.
Even with all his training for this exact feeling, the real thing was somehow a bit different.
As the line retracts fully back into his costume he steps on the building and sticks to it will all four limbs. Looking up at the helicopter currently taking off.
Rushing up the building in a full-standing sprint, he uses lines of tape to constantly pull himself forward so he doesn't fall back.
And to the people below, they see this madman running up the side of the building as if his life depended on it.
With every other step he shoots a line forward and pulls himself toward where it connects, effectively rappelling up the side of a building.
"Oh c'mon," Cellophane groans as the chopper begins pulling away from the building and heading downtown again.
With no hesitation he pushes off the building, leaving a small crack in the reinforced glass pane he pressed against, and launches toward the adjacent building.
And as the crowd below gasps in horror, he fires a line of tape and continues swinging through the city, chasing after the helicopter.
As he's swinging he analyzes the chopper.
'Modern, but open doors on both sides. A buff dude sitting on one side with his foot hanging off the edge.
They left the doors open to shoot at any police choppers or Pro Heroes that would chase. Good, I can use that to get in and grab the hostage, then just jump out the other side.
But how do I approach, ahh. Approach from below, avoid the blades obviously, but I should be careful that something doesn't go wrong...'
As he was making a plan and analyzing the situation, Cellophane was trying his best and slowly catching up.
Getting closer every time the chopper would have to corner around a building, with his superior maneuverability he'd get closer as he's unable to match its speed on a straight line.
Until finally, he manages to attach a line to the underside of the chopper.
'Quiet now, not that they could hear anything...' he thinks as he retracts the line, pulling himself up toward the chopper.
He carefully places his palm on the underside as well as his boots, sticking to it, trying not to think about the street far below him.
"Ok, be quick about it," he mutters, then looks to his right, seeing the man's foot hanging out the side of the cabin.
Then he waits...until they finally get close enough to a nearby building.
'Binding Shot!' he fires some tape at the man's leg and wraps around it, then fires the other end to the building they were passing by.
"AHHHHH!!" the man screams in horror as he's ripped out of the chopper and left hanging off the side of the building.
'Weighted shot!' Cellophane fires a shorter line of tape with weights at either end, attached by his suit, that hit the building and runs across the man. A little more insurance to make sure he doesn't fall to his death.
The moment he does that, he crawls into the opposite door of the chopper. And as expected, he sees two men looking out the door their friend just got torn out of, confused by what happened.
He sees a pilot checking the radar in case there was anyone flying around.
And he sees the hostage, Law Matani, a seemingly young man tied down with a chain to the seat in the cabin.
Law's eyes flicker over to Cellophane but thankfully the man remains quiet, just watching with an oddly calm expression.
He appeared more annoyed than afraid.
Cellophane nods at Law, realizing he can't just grab him and run because of the chains.
Then he quickly prepares piece of tape and steps forward in the cabin.
Delivering a spartan kick to one man, pushing his back, and launching him out of the moving helicopter.
While he's flying forward Cellophane shoots a line of tape that wraps around the man, then sticks the other end to the floor of the cabin.
He then moves to do the same with the second standing man, but before the kick could connect the man spins around and catches it, pulling him in for a headbutt and tossing him out of the cabin.
Cellophane's world goes black for a moment before he snaps awake.
"Shit!" he cries as he fires a line and catches himself, immediately swinging after the chopper. He still sees the man dangling off the line at the underside of it.
"Oh I'm gonna get payback for that," Cellophane grumbles as he quickly catches up.
But as he's closing in to enter the chopper again.
BANG!
The man in the chopper opens fire at him with his rifle.
"Ngh!" he screams and loses his momentum as a bullet hit his side, barely grazing him but still drawing blood.
"Ok, new plan," he realizes the same approach won't work as the man was looking at him from the door of the cabin.
Another volley of shots is fired.
"AGHHHH!" Cellophane gets shot in the shoulder and releases his tape for just a moment, falling a dozen meters before he shoots another.
And the helicopter just pulls that much further away from him.
"No time for first aid," he reminds himself. Recalling the image of the person he had to save, the hostage that was trying to keep a brave face even in this situation.
Seeing the helicopter cornering around an office building he spots his opportunity.
Instead of giving chase, he checks his map, seeing the chopper was going around the building to the other side, so he decides to take the direct approach.
Swinging the the building he fires two line of tape, tightens his grip, then retracts them at full power.
Rocketing toward the glass side of the building at full speed.
He tumbles during this, aiming his feet at the glass and straightening his body.
The new upgrades to his suit are meant to take this kind of force when aligned in such a way, allowing him to reel himself in to deliver finishing blows to powerful villains.
Or traverse situations like these.
CRASH!
He slams through the glass and winds up in a maze of empty cubicles, and luckily he can see the chopper as all around him the building was glass on the far walls. Allowing him to track his target through the tinted windows.
Breaking into a full spring while holding his shoulder, Cellophane slams through the cheap and depressing cubicles.
Breaking apart splintered wood and cardboard, never taking his eyes off the prize.
As he makes it to the other side he's just barely ahead of the helicopter, so when he runs up to the window he fires one line at the floor and another at the ceiling.
Reeling himself toward the glass at full power he straightens his body and rockets through it, this time flying past the nose of the helicopter and winding up on the opposite side of it.
He tumbles in mid-air and launches two lines at the helicopter, and before the last man can make sense of what madness he was seeing.
Cellophane kicks him in the chest, hard enough that he's sent out of the helicopter and into the building he just jumped out of.
Seeing the man launched into the building he places a hand over his bullet wound and walks up to the pilot, squeezing the man's shoulder to get his attention.
The man turns around, scowling at the hero, glaring bitterly at him.
"LAND THIS THING! NOW!" Cellophane yells so the man can head him over the engine.
The man pauses for a moment, seemingly considering his options. The opens his mouth...
A vomits a small stream of molten lava directly at Cellophane.
The hero barely dodges as the man is desperately trying to spit the excess drops onto the floor so he doesn't burn himself.
Cellophane is stunned but this, then looks to where the lava hit. Seeing a hole in the roof, exactly where the blades were previously connected...
He, the hostage, and the kidnapper look at each other. And the man atleast has the decency to realize how badly he just messed up.
Cellophane quickly spins and delivers a strong right to the man's jaw, cracking it and knocking him out as they begin to fall.
"Shit!" he screams out, glancing at the hostage for a moment. The man just had his eyes closed, seemingly praying for someone to save him.
'No time to search for a key, and one of the others could have had it, and if I let this thing fall it could hurt someone on the street below...the other Pros should be down there clearing people out, but I can't take any chances, I need to stop this thing...'
He sticks his feet to the floor of the cabin, and as they're falling launches two lines at the building only 20 meters away from them, attaching it to the floor of the cabin.
The lines immediately snap under the strain, but he does it again, and again, and again.
Dozens of times as they fall two hundred meters.
And eventually, the constant lines of tape forces the helicopter to swing into the nearby building, slamming into it just barely and slowing the fall.
The impact knocks Cellophane off his feet but he grabs on with his adhesive glove to the roof and steadies himself.
"Rapid Fire Shots," he screams, pushing his equipment and his quirk to the limit as he makes multiple lines by the second, attaching them to the building they were grating against and to the roof of the falling helicopter cabin they were currently in.
But eventually, the constant friction and grating slows their descent.
And as Cellophane's body becomes weaker. As his lips crack and his skin dries out. The side effect of him overusing his Quirk.
As the lines already rolled into his equipment run out.
They come to a crawl, and both men hold their breaths.
They were in a helicopter cabin, two stories away from the street. A trail of destruction down the side of a building.
And only thirty lines of tape were holding up what was left of the cabin.
They dare not move, or breathe.
"You ok?" Cellophane asks Law, still not moving more than his head to look at the man, who just stiffly nods in response.
"Good," Cellophane says. "But maybe we don't move until some backup gets here, yeah?"
Law once again just nods, ready for this to all be over.
---10 Minutes Later...
As Law Matani is rushed away by his people, Cellophane is left in front of a news team.
With the helicopter currently being removed from the building behind him by the fire department and a few Pro Heroes.
But after all the questions, only one would really be remembered.
Only one would be written down in the history books of this nation.
The reporter leans the mic toward his and asks, finally, "so, what's the name of the man who saved the day here?"
He puffs up his chest a bit, finally getting his moment, and proudly says. "Provisional Hero, Cellophane, the taping hero!"
And the nearby crowd gives him the first of hundreds of choruses of applause and praise he'd receive.
And with this, Cellophane, Japan's future #4 Pro Hero, makes his debut to the world...
END CHAPTER---
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