Chapter 404 - My CO Stash #4 - MHA: Triumvirate Knights by Ld1449 (BatmanXMHA) (1/2)
-Here's the sequel of MHA: World's Finest~! I'm praying the author's uploading schedule stays the same and I just cannot wait to read about Batman's doggo'
Synopsis: Sequel to MHA: World's Finest. It's necessary reading to enjoy this story fully
Rated: T
Words: 4.4K
Posted on: forums.spacebattles.com/threads/mha-triumvirate-knights.889027/ (Ld1449)
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Chapter 0+1
For Izuku Midoriya, he was four when the world seemed to crumble right under his feet, walking out of a Doctor's office, that same doctor having just told him the worst news his four year old self had ever heard.
Quirkless.
He couldn't be a hero.
He cried. He cried when his mother held him, he cried the next morning, and the day after.
When word spread through the school, it only got worse.
Only it was a future that seemed he wanted Izuku to be less and less a part of.
The other kids called him names, showed off their quirks and said mean things about him not having one.
He didn't know what to do, how to change, how to be better, how to not be quirkless.
He was five when things changed again.
It was after the Aldera disaster, a whole city district, destroyed. He didn't know how many were hurt. Mommy hadn't let him see. But All Might had fought the villain there, the worst Villain, All for One. People said it was like ”Dagobah all over again”
He wasn't sure what Dagobah was. Mommy wouldn't let him look up things about All for One either. Said he was too scary for him to be looking at.
He tried to tell her it was okay, that All Might had beaten him, All for One had run away, there wasn't anything to be afraid of anymore.
But she said no.
He heard that All Might was going to be on a show, Present Mic's morning show; after weeks and weeks of talking on the news, and answering questions about All for One and the big battle Izuku hadn't gotten to see or hear about.
And take phone calls.
Izuku went to bed early the night before, woke up early the next day, waited by the phone with anxious, brimming energy
He'd memorized the phone number, and listened intently as the show went on.
---”What was it like? Fighting him I mean? No one's been able to fight him since the original Triumvirate; and half the world thinks they died trying.”
----”I can tell you this Mic, he is easily the most dangerous and powerful villain I've ever fought in my career. But he is beatable, he is not invincible. More than ever I'm convinced that the Triumvirate beat him before. It's why he's been hiding all this time and why he's hiding again now.”
----”He must be ancient though.”
----”There are quirks that can slow down the aging process or halt it. Physiologically, I don't think he's any older than his fifties
---- ”Should other heroes try to fight him? Or not?”
---- ”Anyone who tries to fight him unprepared will only make him stronger. And under no circ_u_mstances should you ever fight him alone.
---- Ahh well I think it's time for some callers, don't you think.”
---- ”Certainly!”
He heard the phone ring on the radio, his heart jumped,
But then, when Present mic spoke he didn't hear him in his ear.
---- Hello there you're on the Hot Mic, what's your question for our Number One Hero caller?”
---- Hey there All Might, so having fought him, how powerful do you think the original Triumvirate would have had to be to take him down like they did? Or do you think maybe All For One was weaker since he had less quirks back then?”
Izuku bit his lip. Ten calls. That's all Present Mic gave on the show. He was sure. He'd checked.
How many people were calling?
---- Yes hello, All Might, I was just wondering what hair product do you use? It's a very distinct look.”
----- Confidence ma'am!
Eight. There were eight.
That meant there were just two left…
He almost started crying, his one chance, his only chance to ask his hero what he *needed* to ask him more than anything and it was slipping through his fingers.
Then, he heard a voice in his ear as it came through the radio.
----- ”Hello there Number Nine. How're you doin?”
Izuku started, nearly dropping the phone in surprise. ”H-hello?”
----- ”Hello little man why don't you tell us your question today?” Present Mic said.
”I-I”
Izuku felt his throat close up, pure panic gripping him by the neck and refusing to let the words come out.
----- ”Little man? Little man? Hello?”
Silence.
”Alright next-
”I'm quirkless!”
He practically shouted in his sudden mad rush to say something, anything, hearing his own voice come from the radio..
He lowered his voice, becoming something meek and quiet.
”I… The doctor's said I won't ever have a quirk. So… I… I just wanted to ask…. E-even”
He had to stop, both the tears and his sudden spike of fear.
What if he was wrong?
What if All Might said the same thing the doctors said? That the kids said? That his mom said?
”Even though I'm quirkless… can I be a Hero like you All Might?”
The silence came.
Then it stretched on.
It seemed to last for a long, endless moment and Izuku's whole world shrunk to those few seconds.
---- Young man.
All Might's voice was low, almost grave and Izuku could feel the slap of rejection that brought the tears immediately to his eyes.
No. Please no.
---- If you choose it, it is not an easy life.
He froze.
---- ”But the quirk in your body is not the sole measure of what it is to be a hero. Perhaps they can punch harder, move faster, See things others can't. But what is a hero, a true hero young man is measured by the spirit that beats in your c_h_e_s_t.”
Izuku felt his breath hitch, an apple lodging itself in his throat and the same tears that had overcome him a year ago, staring at All Might's image on a computer came on again.
---- ”If you want it hard enough, work hard enough and chase your dream, whatever that may be, then there's no force on earth that can stop you.”
The phone slipped from his numb fingers, clattering to the floor.
---- ”You can become a hero.”
When he was four. His whole world changed with one doctor.
When he was five. It changed again with just one phone call.
Chapter 1
”I TOLD YOU NOT TO FIGHT ANYMORE”
Mrs. Bakugo's scream could have woke the dead and even though it wasn't directed at him, he still felt himself cringe under the heat of her fury.
”TELL DEKU TO GET OUTA MY FACE!”
”STOP TRYING TO TAKE KIDS LUNCH MONEY AND HE WON'T BE IN YOUR FACE!”
Izuku's own mother stood beside Mitsuki, the fact that both women could remain friends even with their sons fighting each other seemingly every other day was… kind of a small miracle honestly.
”DON'T YOU TAKE HIS SIDE!” Bakugo roared
”I'LL TAKE HIS SIDE ALL I WANT!”
”I also told you to stop fighting Izuku.” His mother scolds, looking at him with a fierce frown of disapproval.”
”INKO ISN'T TAKING HIS SIDE!”
”DON'T ENCOURAGE MY BRAT INKO!”
Izuku tried very hard to ignore the fight happening two feet to his left. ”I'm sorry mom”
”Don't apologize Izu, you did nothing wrong!”
”Don't encourage *my* son's bad behavior either Mitsuki!”
The strange thing is, he should be used to this very odd... three? Four? Way fight.
The scary thing really is that he sometimes was.
(X)(X)(X)
By the time Izuku gets home he and his mother step through the door into his fifth, maybe fifteenth apology; he rather lost count.
”I'm sorry mom.”
Inko for her part, sighs. ”Izu. You always say that but tomorrow, or next week or in another two weeks we'll be right back here again! At this point I think you and Bakugo are just doing this for fun or something because neither of you stop.”
”I don't just fight Bakugo.” He blurts out and then immediately cringes as his mother stares at him with a look that could melt through steel.
”Believe me. I'm aware…”
Yeah, crappy defense.
Izuku looks down ”I just… can't let them keep bullying the other kids mom.”
She sighs, her shoulders rising and falling quietly. ”I know. I really do honey.” She steps forward, one hand rising to cup his cheek, the other to run through his hair as she makes him meet her eyes. ”You're the best boy I could ask for, really. But you have to understand. Those reports don't get filed as ”Izuku stood up to bullies” they get filed as ”Fights” plain and simple, and you've gotten fifteen in the last two months. That's twice a week Izu! No school you apply to will look at that and think you're someone they want to have join their student body. This'll hurt you going forward sweetie.”
He knows. This conversation isn't new. She's said it before, pleaded with him before.
He feels guilty but… at the same time…
She has to see something in his eyes because she looks away and the guilt twists at his insides ”Go to your room and get started with your homework. I'll get dinner going.”
He nods, not willing to give her any more trouble.
Heading to his room, his computer is blinking its hibernation light at him, reminding him of last night's search results.
The temptation is strong to look, but the gnawing guilt of yet another fight that gave his mom more headaches to worry about holds him back.
He throws himself into his work with speed.
He may be doing the questions a bit too fast, maybe giving answers that were less than ideal, but it's done, done fast enough that before dinner is even done he's finished, shutting the last notebook with a rustle of pages and capping the blue pen.
Then he's sitting at the table, chair rolling quietly under him on its plastic wheels as he boots up the computer.
His fingers click-clacked over the keys, inputting his password and unlocking the screen..
There were quite a few tabs open… more than a few… a lot more than a few. But that was normal. Some were hero sightings, forums, message boards, others were news feeds and recent happenings of both heroes and villains in his area and the surrounding districts. But right now he had one particular page open that was drawing his attention.
”Legacy of the Triumvirate”