Hey a new chapter! It been a pretty long time, I know. Just as a warning, there is going to be a minor OC in this chapter that would only be used in this chapter to progress the story in the direction it is heading for. That and Aizawa will be kinda OOC for a bit of the chapter. So I guess this is kinda a filler chapter but kinda not? I'm not very sure what this is. Still, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

"Shank- idiot- us again- Shanks…"

"What? I still can't hear you! Hello?"

"Reach out- friend- Shanks!"

"I still can't hear everything you're saying!"

"reach- us! Late- waking- meet again."

"Wait what? No! I need to know what your saying! Wai-"

Shanks woke up in a cold sweat, his clothes stuck to his body like glue from all the liquid rolling down his face. His blanket wrapped up and tangled around him from all of his tossing and turning. His heart rate was quick, as was his breathing. The alarm clock beside his bed flashing the glaring red numbers of 0515.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly calmed himself down, lest he vomits like last time. That had been a disaster, his entire dorm reeked for days after and he had to clean all of it up. Just thinking about it made him gag.

It had been six weeks since he had been given his dorm. Around seven and a half more months till the entrance exam. Seven and a half more months for him to find out what those dreams meant.

He had been getting these dreams constantly for the past two weeks, every time in the same empty space with someone calling out to him. He hadn't gone back to the imaginary Raftel again though. Yet the voice was definitely the same one that he heard heard on Raftel. He just could for the life of him remember though. Well, at least they had kept the nightmares at bay.

Sighing, he got out of his bed, choosing to go out to explore instead mulling over something like this. Of course, that meant that he had to get the slip from Aizawa. He was slightly annoyed that he had to get permission to leave the school ground. But what could he do?

He had to think of some excuse as to why his records were not found. Saying that he was a pirate emperor of another world who had survived a war was not a good way to explain things, especially in front of a pro hero. Seeing as he was already seen on the news using haoshoku, he thought that he might as well have used that as an excuse.

Of course, while explaining kenbunshoku and haoshoku wasn't needed then, he figured it would be better for the long run. He knew that with haoshoku alone, he would be too powerful for them to not keep an eye on. Taking that into consideration, he knew he would not be able to keep his haki a secret for very long. Especially since All Might had already seen him use busoshoku.

It would only have been a matter of time before they found out about it. And when they do, he would lose what little trust he had before. Then there would only be two scenarios that he could see playing out. Neither of which are ideal.

One was that they would capture him, and question him. Then they would keep him on a short leash. A very short one. As in the any-wrong-move-and-we-will-shoot kind.

The second would be, he would hurt some of the heroes who would try and capture him, making him a villain of sorts. He would be hunted down, giving him no way to access information freely, and making himself a target.

So, no. He would rather give out information that had been common knowledge in the New World than be locked up in either situations.

Take that Benn! I can plan ahead, despite what you think. Shanks quietly chuckled to himself, thinking if his first mate. A small throb of pain came from the back of his head, almost like Benn was right there hitting him on the back of the head.

Even in a completely different dimension, and without a physical body, his first mate was still there to remind him of how much of an idiot he was. Though to be fair to Benn, he had promised (several times in fact) that he would come back to haunt his captain, if only to keep him out of trouble, which had a tendency to follow him around.

Quickly grabbing his hat, which had been kindly repaired by someone called Best Jeanist, he flung the door open. Only to find Aizawa standing at his door, hand raised and prepared to knock. He stared at Aizawa dumbly, quietly wondering why he was standing at his door. After all, the erasure hero was not a morning person considering his usual hero work. The scruffy man looked at him with an unimpressed face, looking like he hadn't slept in years and had only been surviving on the godsend called coffee. Though knowing him, he probably did at some point.

"Um, Aizawa-san, why are you here?" Shanks questioned, a sweat drop forming at the back of his head.

The man simply gave him a deadpan stare, his bloodshot eyes digging holes into his skull, before taking a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket and shoving it into his hand.

"Here's your form. We're going out to get your existence registered, and also to test for a quirk seeing as your haki is not a quirk according to you. Hurry up, you made me wake up at this ungodly hour." he said in a completely monotone voice, yet somehow conveying his annoyance at the end.

No wonder he looked like someone had taken a piss in his sleeping bag. Shanks rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, shoving the piece of paper into his pocket. He had been given a few new sets of clothing around five weeks ago, when they realised that he was still wearing the same clothes from when they had met. He had to come up with another lie of course, saying that due to his family being so strong, they mostly roam the seas. But they had the misfortune of hitting a tsunami and it was by pure luck that he had washed up on one of the beaches. It had been a half lie, so it wouldn't be as obvious as a white lie.

Running after the hero, he couldn't help but think to himself. Would he find friends in this school, friends close enough to be called nakama? And will they still be friends after they learn the truth of him? Wild thoughts flew around his head like missiles, hurting his head every time another though hit him. Letting out a sigh, he caught up with Aizawa.

~00~

They had reached the place by seven. The train had been empty, seeing as they were going at such an early time. Still, it had been an incredibly long ride, just how far is this place? Stepping off the train, they walked another fifteen minutes to a run down building, with graffiti and old faded posters on the walls. Was this really the right place?

"We're here. We had to get you to a safer place than the local doctor because you yourself said that you were too dangerous. We don't need any unwanted attention. Also, we'll be keeping your haki under wraps, so try not to go around using it in broad daylight, problem child." Aizawa intoned.

It seemed that his title had been changed from 'red-haired brat' to 'problem child', not that far off actually. He let his eyes sweep over the building once more, before finally entering the suspicious place. As soon as he entered though, he finally understood the meaning of never judge a book by its cover.

The interior was a complete one-eighty from the exterior. Pristine white walls were lined with enormous paintings. Hallways stretched, branching off into more hallways. Bright lights shone through the place, bathing them in an ethereal glow. And all he could think was one thing.

Just how extra is this place?

Aizawa seemed to find amusement in Shanks' awe, the corner of his lips minutely quirked up into a smirk. The amusement lasted for a total of three seconds though, as he walked ahead of him, not looking back to see if Shanks would follow. They ended up going through a series of corridors and rooms, each one as empty as the next, before finally reaching a giant metal door, with at least ten different locking mechanisms.

Seriously, how extra is this place?

Aizawa looked at the numerous locks in place, murmuring under his breath. It sounded suspiciously like 'paranoid bastard' but he couldn't be sure. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, he kicked the door.

"Open up you idiot! You have an appointment!" Aizawa thundered, his quirk activated from the sheer intensity of the yell.

Shanks was taken aback, he had never seen the teacher so worked up before. Ever. He always had cool and sometimes disturbing expressions, so this had startled Shanks a little. But it seemed that the yelling had worked, for as soon as the words came out, clicks of locks and grinding of gears could be heard, and the door unlocked.

There stood a short man, white hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes a dull grey, darting around the place, before finally landing on him. The suspicious gaze bore through his skull, the intensity of it was honestly impressive from a man of such short stature. The state stayed on him for only a few seconds though, as the man's head suddenly jerked down.

Or rather it was smacked down by someone.

"Stop looking at the kid like that already, he's here for the analysis." Aizawa gritted out.

Then turning toward him, he said in his most sadistic voice.

"His name's Seijo Yamato. An underground pro hero called Doctor Analyse(I know, so creative). His quirk is Analysis, which allows him to scan a person completely and gain the knowledge of every aspect of the person, be it physical, mental, emotional, or even latent potential. He is a shut in hermit with no life and~"

"Stop! Don't just reveal my identity! Come on! You're still holding that damn grudge?!" the now named Seijo yelled.

Looked like there was some history between the two, if the slight hostility in their intonation was any indication. Though they seemed to share a sort of mutual respect, perhaps for the fact that their quirk was useless strength wise and they had to work for all their fights.

A hand grabbing his arm and pulling him into the room snapped him out of his musings. For such a short guy, he sure was fast while walking. Shanks was led to a chair the sat in the middle of the room, along sides a table and a lamp. It would have looked like an interrogation room if not for the insane looking contraptions that covered the four walls.

"Come on now kid, we ain't got all day." the doctor snapped at Shanks, his irritation clearly showing.

"He doesn't even know what to do you dimwit. Just get on with what you're supposed to be doing." Aizawa growled out.

They started facing off in a glaring competition, lightning literally shooting out from each for their eyes. Shanks simply sweat dropped, thinking of how much time was being wasted on that impromptu competition.

Hypocrites.

Though, as amusing as that was, Shanks did not want for it to drag on for too long, but seeing the expressions on their faces, it did not seem like it was going to end anytime soon. So, he cleared his throat in an attempt to gain their attention.

No reaction.

He tried again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Sighing, Shanks got up from the chair, and sauntered up to the glaring pair, a sly grin forming with every step he took. The stopped just next to them, and in a loud obnoxious tone, he voiced.

"Geez, just kiss already, the sexual tension in this room is suffocating me!"

That had gotten their attention. A dark, ominous aura flared up around them, only made more terrifying by the fact that both of them had activated their quirks. Aizawa had his demonic red eyes and floating hair, looking like he was possessed by a demon. The doctor one the other hand, had his dull grey eyes turn into an icy blue, his look felt like it was piercing through his very soul, collecting every information on him.

His instincts told him one thing though, run.

And without a second thought, he took off, with the two grown men chasing behind him like rabid dogs…

Finally though, things had settled down.

"So, how does this work?" Shanks questioned, hoping that it wouldn't require too much time to complete.

"Actually, I've already completed the process while we were chasing you down. I have to say though, I've never seen something like this before. It's fascinating." Seijo said.

"Really?! That was quick…" Shanks exclaimed.

"Well? We don't have all day you know." Aizawa once again deadpans.

"Fine, from what I can tell, he does have the potential for a quirk, though there seems to be something blocking it from manifesting, almost like a lock has been placed on it. Also, there is another power in him, which I'm just going to assume that's the haki that you have been telling me about. Though…" he trailed off.

"Well?" Shanks prompted, quite surprised that he had a latent quirk.

"... there is something quite odd about how your body functions. In a normal body, there are tracks of 'energy' I suppose, and these tracks would run throughout the body. Of course, each individual would have different tracks, depending on their body type, health and several other factors. However, you are an abnormality.

You have the tracks of course, but these tracks would shift around every minute or so. Not just shift in fact, they also seem to grow in length and width as well. I'm not sure how this would affect you in the future, though you seem to be having no problems at all. That's what I find odd, seeing as your body is somehow accommodating your ever changing tracks without any kind of repercussions. Other than that though, you seem to be perfectly fine." the doctor concluded.

Shanks stared at the man, confused. On one hand, he didn't really care about his seemingly odd condition, though on the other hand, it may cause unforeseen issues to arise in the future. He wasn't too worried though, he figured that he would simply cross the bridge when he got there. Or he would just take it apart and use the bridge parts to make a new path.

Though, the part about having a quirk intrigued him. He hadn't realised how much this world would have affected him. As he pondered on those, Aizawa conversed with Seijo on the implications of his 'condition'. He wasn't even his student yet and Aizawa already felt some kind of sense of duty towards the brat.

"There won't be any major side effects from this will there?"

"I can't say for sure. This has never happened to anyone I've scanned before. There are many outcome of this though. In the best case scenario, he would live out his life like any normal person, in the worst case though, he may be paralysed or even die."

"What? Is there anything that can be done then?"

"Sorry, but the kid would just have to hope for the best. There is nothing I can do to stop it, surgery is impossible since we run the risk of severing one of those tracks from all of the shifting around."

"So you're telling me to just sit tight and hope that the brat would make it through and live to a ripe old age of eighty without any complications?! He's going to be my student in a few months, I won't just let him die."

"That's exactly what I'm telling you to do. There is no other way. Anyway, the kid is strong enough to be in your future class, he won't die from something like this."

The two bickered back and forth, all while Shanks was standing there, watching it like a tennis match.

Well, at least my future teacher cares about me. A small smile crept onto his face, as he continued to spectate the old married couple.

~00~

Omake

"Geez, just kiss already, the sexual tension in this room is suffocating me!"

Both heads turned slowly toward him, each exuding a dark ominous aura. Then in a moment of perfect synchronisation they chirped.

"Oh We'Ll sHOw yoU sUffOcatIOn!"

Shanks stared at the both of them for a split second, and it was at this point he knew… he f***ed up.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

"Accept your fate brat!"

"Please don't kill me! I'm too young to die!"

~00~

And that's it! Finally it's done. As you can see,this chapter was mainly something to get the story moving. For those who are worried about there being an OC in the story, he is literally a one time character. He has no character development, and no main part in the story, only something to keep the ball rolling.

And I'm sorry to announce that this story would probably be on hold till the end of the year. I truly have way too many thing one my plate right now. So sorry to anyone who is interested in this story. It's not discontinued though, just on temporary hiatus. Once again, I thank you for everyone's support on this crappy story of mine.