Chapter 55 - My SI Stash #55 - One Foot In the Void by The Master Artificer (My Hero Academia) (1/2)
-Another MHA SI fic~
*Amerikajin SI has a quirk that works like Limbo from the game Warframe.
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Chapter 1
So I finally got this off.
This is a thing I'd been working on for a while, trying to figure out how to make this idea work and finally was able to get this out to air. Honestly, Warframe has so many ideas to take and form Quirks from, but instead of something with straightforward combat power like Excalibur, Chroma, or Inaros, I figured I'd go with a Warframe that was more of a ”support” unit, and Limbo's abilities surrounding the Rift Plane was a perfect idea to work with.
Oh, and if you think that this is the only Warframe-related thing to show up in this story...oh, I have plans...
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Issue 1: Puberty? Again!?
Japan.
I didn't think I'd live to be able to finally say I went there, but I made it.
I had always wanted to go to Japan, you see. It was never because of any one thing I could point to, but it was always because fate seemed to blow a strange wind in my direction, and it always seemed to come from there. But, after managing to get a job working in a kitchen for a high-end restaurant at a local casino, I had spent much of my time saving for this and getting everything set up so I could take this trip and ultimately seek out what it was that was calling me this way.
I figured it'd come from some big life-changing event, like at the top of Tokyo Tower or something like that.
I wasn't expecting it from the moment I got off the goddamn plane.
It was right as I was passing through the gate to enter through customs, and in between steps, I just saw my world just...change. I thought it was just because I was giddy from excitement or maybe I was crashing from the sugar rush, because one of my ways of helping ward off airsickness was to eat a lot of Skittles. I don't like gum, sue me.
Spooky.
Anyway, once I managed to be sure it had passed, I dug out my passport from my jacket and started making my way towards customs when I stopped.
It's not mine.
The picture is wrong. I have more hair than I used to, I don't have a beard or mustache. My birthday is wrong. The day and month are right (January 2nd, if you're curious), but the year? When the hell did I go back fourteen years? But if I went back in time like I'm doing the time warp again, there shouldn't be any flatscreens. Or at least...not as many? I don't know, I didn't visit a lot of international airports when I was fifteen!
”Next!”
I tried to compose myself, to be ready for the inevitable shit hurricane about to come down on my head as I stepped forward and handed over my passport to the customs agent.
”How long do you plan to stay in Japan, Wendells-san?”
Wendells!?
I had created a character with a last name Wendells. Ian Giles Wendells. I made him several years ago as a rival to a main character I had created for one of my fanfics that I'd had plans for but never got around to actually writing, like so many others before it. British, haughty, a bit of a troll at times, but mostly to hide his vulnerabilities since he was basically meant to be a kind of Alexander Hamilton-esque guy who came from nothing and became the best at what he did. But obviously, that is not my real name. As I slowly start going insane from the sheer what-the-f_u_c_k-ery that has just occurred in the last thirty minutes, I try to stay with what my original travel plans were.
”A year. Maybe more.”
My Japanese was suddenly flawless. I was okay at it before, but now I'm basically bilingual. I still have a pretty noticeable accent, but at least it's American and not British. Small victories, I suppose. And then I caught myself: a year!? I was only going to spend two weeks bopping around the country!
The guard looks at me and back down at my passport, stamps it, and hands it over. ”Welcome to Japan.”
”Arigatou gozaimasu...” I barely got the words out before I was bounding down the hallway to grab the first phone I can find, now in full-on panic, only to remember I needed to convert my money first before I got that far. My head was spinning, and I wasn't quite sure how to calm myself because I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!
What was going on? If something happened to me, what did that mean for everything else in my life, like my family, or my friends, or anything else of my past? If this wasn't a time warp, what was it? How do I get back? And most important of all, why couldn't this happen to some poor sod in Brazil, for the love of Sneaky-!
I dashed instead into the nearest bathroom, stared at my(new)self and gave myself a good slug right in the center of my forehead, hoping whatever's decided to clog up my brain to make me start seeing all this shit has cleared out. Nothing changed. I'm still stuck in a glitch in the Matrix, or something like that. Okay, Ian – apparently, that's my name now – one thing at a time. There's still plenty of things that could be responsible for this. For now, I should load up on everything I needed to get before I actually stepped into the country proper.
I stepped out of the bathroom, headed to a money transfer unit to cash in everything in my wallet, and bought a burner phone, because my American smartphone isn't going to work on Japanese networks. I grabbed my things from baggage claim and made my way towards the exit. Originally, I was going to just call a taxi and head to my room in Tokyo to set up shop for my trek. Clearly, that was all out the window now, so that just begged the question: if I'm no longer here as myself taking a vacation, but as some minor who has no connection to anything of the old me...what am I doing here?
”Heeey! Wendells-san!”
Hearing my new name, I oriented myself towards who was calling me.
And there, at the bottom of the escalator, I saw three people, two of them waving at me and holding up a sign with my (new) name in katakana (「イアン ガイアズ ウェンデルス」). And one of them pretty much made my jaw hit the floor.
That's Katsuki Bakugou.
Yeah. Lord Explosion Murder himself, looking like his usual pissy self.
…
”Oh no.”
The phrase, almost Baymax-like in tone, was all that left my mouth. I didn't even step off the escalator, just fell down, stock straight, right into the metal floor.
It all made sense now.
I'm now in My Hero Academia's Japan.
”You alright, kid?” I hear Bakugou's mom ask as she came over.
”...I've been ROB'd.”
”Huh? Robbed?”
The drive back to town was rather quiet, mostly because I was still trying to process everything around being absolutely wowed by the sights of another country. But more so because I was hoping not to set off Bakugou and his mom. I knew from experience that his parents were at least okay. Dad was basically a typical dad (and reminded me of my own, half a universe away) and Mom, while she definitely was the source of Bakugou's bad temper, was at least amicable more ways than not, especially compared to Bakugou. Thing is, though, his mom was driving, so in the interest of trying to get me and Bakugou to interact, Bakugou's dad was playing a game of rapid-fire twenty questions with me, while Bakugou, in typical Bakugou fashion, was in his usual state of I-don't-give-a-f_u_c_k.
”So, Wendells-san, where are you from?”
”California.”
”Oh! So you're from the land of the big stars!”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Apparently that particular stereotype was still alive and well. ”Yeah, but I'm not actually from the LA area. I'm from Indio.”
”Indio?”
”You know where Coachella and Stagecoach are? That place.”
”...well, that's still a big thing, right?”
”Sure, for all of a month out of the year,” I grumbled. ”Outside of that, ain't nothing there but sand, golf, and windmills. And 50-plus degree summers on the constant.”
I wasn't sure if that was the accurate comparison between Fahrenheit and Celsius, but I guess it was enough for Bakugou's dad to get the point. Bakugou, of course, said nothing. Then his mom spoke up. ”Katsuki, you going to talk to Wendells-san at all? He's going to be staying with us for the rest of the year!”
”Why should I?” asked Bakugou.
”Because it's polite!” Bakugou's mom snapped.
”What the f_u_c_k, Mom!”
”Language, Katsuki!”
”This happen a lot?” I asked Bakugou's dad, even though I already knew the answer.
”Less than you'd think,” Bakugou's dad sighed.
And then Bakugou's mom asked a question. ”Are you planning on attending UA like Katsuki?”