Chapter 210 - My CO Stash #10 - The Bloodstained Hero by ThatOnePsycho (MyHeroAcademiaXBloodborne) (1/2)
-A new and awesome crossover fic. This is pretty much Izuku Midoriya after experiencing Bloodborne at a very young age. Peep this shit!
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Posted on: forums.spacebattles.com/threads/the-bloodstained-hero-mha-bloodborne.824982/ (ThatOnePsycho)
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Chapter 1
HEY KIDS, WANT TO SEE WHAT PSYCHO DOES WHEN HE LOSES HIS MIND!?
This takes place after a varient ending I'm tentatively calling 'the rejection of childhood”.
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”Everybody say YEAAAHH!”
Silence stretched in the wake of the yell from the presenter, the pro hero Present Mic. Iida Tenya wondered if it was because everyone was exhausted from the written portion of the test they had just completed. He hoped not, it wouldn't reflect well on the top hero school of the nation if they were tired after some simple math, Japanese, science and quirk history!
This was the school of All Might, Endeavor, Best Jeanist and, of course, Ingenium! They could only accept the absolute best, if the students weren't ready, why were they-?
Tenya's eyes landed on one boy down the row from him, head tilted back and curly green hair falling into his eyes as his c_h_e_s_t raised in a rhythmic pattern. Was he… asleep? Was he even taking this remotely seriously?
”Tough crowd,” Present Mic said, more to himself than them, before pulling up a video on the screen behind him, ”Now, I'm sure you're all ready for the practical portion of the exam, yeah?”
Those words sent electricity sparking through the crowd, almost everyone sitting up in their chairs. A blond boy with messy hair grins, red eyes glimmering with excitement.
And still the green haired one next to him sleeps, the energy not affecting him in the slightest. This…
”So, if you'll check your pamphlets,” Present Mic held up one as an example, shaking it, ”You'll see what testing area you're assigned to! Once you get there, you'll be fighting artificial villains, which are also on them. They're worth three values, One, Two, and Three! Your goal is to defeat as many as possible in the time giv-”
”Excuse me!” Tenya thrust up his hand after glancing at the pamphlet and immediately noticing something, ”Forgive me, but there are four silhouettes on this pamphlet. If there was a change, it reflects badly on UA to not show it on official doc_u_ments. And furthermore, you, with the green hair! It's rude for you to sleep through such an important presentation!”
The blond snorted as green didn't respond, continuing to sleep in spite of the direct addressing. Well, if he had been capable of sleeping through Present Mic's shouts, there was no reason he should have expected to wake him up, honestly.
”A great question, thanks for calling in Listener!” Present Mic said with a nod, ”The last artificial villain is worth no points! It's not impossible to destroy, but there's no real point, so it's better to just avoid it. Now, before you all go, I want to leave you with a sound bite from Napoleon Bonaparte, 'A true hero is someone who overcomes life's misfortunes.' So remember to go beyond, Plus Ultra!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Tenya watched the green haired boy's eyes flicker open as he sat up with a stretch and grabbed his pamphlet. For a second, his left eye seemed to kaleidoscope through yellow, to red before settling on a luminescent green as he used a black gloved left hand to push his hair out of his eyes, locking onto Present Mic with wide eyes, like he had only just noticed who was giving the speech.
Had he fallen asleep during the test? That… explained a lot more.
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”Farewell, Good Hunter. May you prove your worth to the waking world.”
Izuku stared up at the city in front of them, feeling the ghost of beloved porcelain pressing against his face. He felt so n_a_k_e_d in the gym clothes of Aldera Middle School, without the uniform he had come to create on the Night of the Hunt, designed with Gehrman's help and sewn by the Doll's loving hand, even if it would draw attention until he was a hero course student.
Glancing down,Izuku cracked a small smile at the Messengers staring up at it with reverence, red fabric wrapped around part of their face in quiet emulation of him. They were bundled into several groups, each one working together to hold a weapon to offer him, or supplies. Izuku took a curved sword from one group, sliding a hinged handle onto his back, and took Evelyn from another, the break-action pistol sitting ready as he also took a small supply of Quicksilver Bullets.
Maria and Gehrman, he'd honor them both today, because him and the Doll were the last legacy of the Hunter's Workshop.
”Alright!” The exuberant voice of Present Mic said as the door rumbled open, ”Go!”
Izuku didn't waste any time, rushing through the crowd and into the gates. Eyes landing on the first robot as its red eye locked onto him, Izuku went low, dodging the hail of bullets crackling with electricity as he did. Siderite flashed in the sun as Izuku landed on the bot, decapitating it in one blow and leaping from it towards the next one. Evelyn fired, mercury and Izuku's blood merging together as it ripped through the red eye of the robot, shutting it down.
Slowly, against his will, an excited grin split across Izuku's face, the blood of beasts pumping through his veins. He dropped Evelyn, letting the little ones catch it as he pulled the haft of the Burial Blade off his back and connected it, transforming the curved sword into a scythe and charged towards a group of three robots in a burst of smoke as Present Mic's voice echoed across the city.
Izuku still couldn't believe he'd missed a presentation from a Pro, even if it meant he had gotten to talk with the Doll.
”He's got the right idea, Listeners! There are no countdowns in real life! The clock is ticking, go, go, go!”
Izuku swung the Burial Blade in a swirl, a low dirge coming from the blade as it took the head off two bots. The blade that had defined the Hunter's Workshop felt so comfortable in his good hand.
He did his damned best to ignore his bad one. He wasn't going to use it unless it was necessary, and right now it wasn't. Far from it.
Part of Izuku, the part that had come into existence with a transfusion he didn't remember, wished there was something to simulate blood from the robots. Oil or something.
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Ochako ran into the simulated city, watching the green haired boy rest a scythe, of all things, across his shoulder as his eyes raked the area, an ornate pistol in his other hand. And that was strange itself, because the scythe was tarnished and clearly hadn't been taken care of, the blade looking to be rusted and pitted in some places, and the haft held together with bandages.
Talk about weird, why use a scythe like that? Especially when the other weapon was clearly so well cared for?
And then the boy dropped the scythe, it seemingly sinking into the ground in a cloud of mist before he grabbed another weapon. This one more in line with the gun, being an ornate sword with engravings along it and a red cloth wrapped around the sheath.
He rushed by Ochako in another cloud of mist, nodding to her with a quiet smile as they passed, and bisecting another bot through the clutter of four red eyes before firing the gun at a second. Oh, shoot, the test!
Ochako ran off, looking for bots to take out. She didn't have time to be distracted by boys with strange Quirks, her parents were counting on her!
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Itsuka wrapped her hand around the head of the robot aiming at a boy with frizzy purple hair and bags under his eyes, crushing it with ease and smiling at him, ”That was close! Good thing I made it in time!”
”...” the boy just stared at her, something dark in his eyes. Finally, he gritted out a quiet, ”Thank you.”
”You're-”
Target locked! Itsuka whipped around, growing her hand to take the hail of taser shots with a slight flinch. Dang, she shouldn't have let her guard do- Sloppy, He-
Itsuka blinked as the robot suddenly stopped attacking, lowering her hand so she could see past it. Standing on it, a strange mix of European longsword and katana in his left hand was a green haired boy. He slid the blade into the sheath, the bot severing into several pieces as he did, before he smiled at Itsuka, bowing slightly, ”Hello.”
”Hello,” Itsuka said, waving, ”Thank you for the help. You didn't need to do that, I mean, you could be getting more points.”
”Makes more sense to work together,” the boy said, ”Even if we're fighting right now, when we're heroes we need to be able to work together. I like your Quirk.”
”Thanks,” Itsuka said, smiling at him, ”Yours must be pretty effective too. I'd ask how it works, but-”
”-We should get back to the exam,” the boy said, ”I'd love to after though. I'm Izuku Midoriya.”
”Kendo Itsuka,” she said, ”Good luck with the rest of the test.”
”Same,” Izuku said, gripping the sword hilt tighter and heading towards a three pointer without flinching. He suddenly vanished in a burst of mist, appearing on the three pointer with the sword drawn and letting the metal drop in two. Itsuka gave one last smile at the boy she had saved before heading towards the nearest bot.
Aizawa Shota was a man of quiet logic, someone who didn't speak unless he had to, preferring to take in information and assess it in his head. And what he was assessing was causing a quiet, confused scowl to slowly spread under the cover of his capture scarf.
The boy, Izuku Midoriya, fought like a veteran. Oh, sure, there were kids in the test who had clearly ignored the Quirk Regulation Laws (and rightly so. Training could save lives. Might have saved Oboro's), or kids who had martial arts training they were mixing with their Quirk, like the redhead or the boy with the monkey tail, but none of them used the sheer pragmatism of Midoriya. The type of pragmatism that came from experience, and a lot of it.
Knives appeared in flashes of mist from his left hand, flying towards the villain bots and struck with minimal damage, despite lodging themselves into weak points in the robots. Then, as the bot turned from whoever they were harassing, Midoriya was on them in a burst of mist, often times literally, weapon carving through without a hint of hesitation.
And then there were the weapons. A curved sword that connected with a haft to turn into a scythe, the bastard offspring of a katana and a european longsword, a double bladed weapon of similar make that could split into a saber and dagger and a break action pistol with engravings. And somehow, in his gut, Shouta knew that wasn't all of them. That the boy could have drawn more weapons from the mist, but was limiting himself to those for some reason.