A fetus is a pathetic figure. It curls in on itself in disgusting cowardice, the head of the child hidden from the terror of the world. Even if the environment around the human is the safest place it will ever be. It still is in pathetic fear. Agonizingly useless.

That's how saitama felt. His muscular figure twitching under the weight of its mental destruction, hands cupping around his ears. Proceeding to cradle the man's head, as if what he held was a precious vase. Fragile and priceless. There he lay on his side, the lemon yellow of his beloved suit blinding to the hero. The world around him was out of focus, fuzzy. He drew his head to his chest in hope it would stabilize the pounding of his heart. Saitama rested his head on his scarred knees. There he was. The strongest man in the world, in fetus position. Pathetically curled like a bug awaiting to be squashed. But the only one who could actually squash him was himself. Funny how that was exactly what had happened. The sounds of helicopters and the running of s-class heroes did nothing to drown out the bald hero's dilemma. That was, until he heard a familiar voice. But while the sound of the teen's voice was familiar, the person who owned it would never express that emotion he voiced. Fear.

"SENSEI!"

The morning of:

Saitama wound up the obnoxiously long staircase of the hero's association. Even with all of his training his calves were pounding. That was, because he was denied access to the elevator. He still remembered the high-pitched squeal of the obnoxious green haired woman. Who happened to have yelled at him. "This is only for respectable heroes... BAKA!" not that saitama really cared, that's not the worst thing a person has said to him. But, of course, while saitama was nonchalant about the treatment, Genos's attitude was contradictory to calm. If it weren't for Bang resting his hand on the shoulder of the teen, there would have been a large burnt hole where tatsumaki used to stand. But those events happened to have explained why the blonde man followed his beloved teacher. Even though the s-class heroes gladly offered a place among the elevator for him.

At long last the duo made it to the end of their plight. An artificial light, coming from and unknown origin, the only thing lighting up the dull area. Genos (still behind saitama) motioned his arm across the older man, lightly brushing on the muscular torso. The cyborg blushed from the contact, but his expression wasn't noticed by the other person. Pushing the heavy door of the building they walked out onto the blinding light. Shielding his eyes from the sun, saitama felt jealous of his student. "Damn cyborg with your vision adjustment thingies.'' Genos looked at his teacher, only a small section of him appeared to be apologetic, the rest seemed flattered at his master's indirect praise. "Sorry sensei, it will only take a while before your eyes adjust to the sun. We were climbing those stairs for a while."

"Ya. And we all know whose damn fault that is..." saitama scratched the back of his head in impatience. "Oi! Hurry your asses up! We're tired of waiting!" the sound of tatsumaki split the two men's ears. Genos risked the temptation to lower the volume in his hearing, her voice was quite obnoxious to him. It didn't help that what was laced in her sound was insults towards his sensei either. "Ah... speak of the devil.'' saitama commented, shoving his hands somewhere in the invisible pockets of his suit. As he walked towers the group of heroes he looked at Genos. "You're the one who invited me… come-on." Genos nodded and sped up his walking. Now side by side with his teacher. By the time the two joined the group, the man with the big nose (neither the cyborg nor the hero cared to remember his name) had begun to explain. "Now you all may be wondering why I have called you here, well... most of you." all eyes directed to saitama. The only one sitting. His finger now tweaking inside his ear for wax. Genos cleared his throat and lightly kicked his master's thigh with his artificial foot. "Oh... what's up.'' tatsukami groaned, a sign to just ignore the man. "moving on… there seems to be reports of delusion happening in both city A and B. there even happens to be several sightings of erratic behavior. Going to the extremities of inhumanity in normal civilians." the suited man held up pictures of different scenarios of mauling. Each one a little more gruesome. None of the heroes showing any sort of empathy towards the victims. They all have become desensitized, even the child prodigy. That was until a photograph of a dead child and parents came into vision. The metallic hands of Genos clenched in anguish, the seated man hearing the squeak of hinges. Noticing his students change in indifference, saitama gave the child a sympathetic squeeze on his foot. A weird place to apply comfort, but the cyborg seemed to get the point.

"As you can see... this seems to be some form of human abnormality. A case where common civilians are forced, or controlled, to partake in violence. Most of our researchers believe it to be some form of drug. It is your guy's job to find the reason behind these actions and put a stop to it. Of course, we will not ask all of you to join in on this, because some of you will be needed in case of emergencies to come. But, those who do, we expect you at your best competency. This needs to be done subtly and quickly." The crowd looked among one another, none finding it worth the effort. Not because it was difficult, but no one (either than Genos, saitama and bang) find small occurrences worth their time. It wasn't even tiger level. The speaker sweat dropped "u-um did I mention there will be a 20% raise for all participants! that is unless you actually succeed. A flash of yellow sped towards the speaker. Saitama magically appearing next to him. The rest of the crowd blinking in disbelief. Tatsumaki rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. The unsuspecting cyborg, looped in his teacher's arm, was dizzy. Having been dragged by the spontaneous actions of saitama.

"WE'LL DO IT!" saitama said giddily. Already imagining all the now available food he was going to be able to get at the grocery store now. "a-anyone else…?" saitama paced in place childishly excited. Genos attempting to pry himself away from his teachers vice like grip. The cyborg positioned one foot on his teacher for leverage and grunted in exasperation. Still yanking with all his might. "Sensei!" a sound of an arm separating from his torso caught his attention. Attempting to catch his balance, the one armed Genos looked at his stubborn sensei. He huffed. Knowing it was now impossible to stop the bald man. "Oi, you too old man!'' saitama waved happily to Bang. To who of course complied, a little scared of what this man was capable of.

Yanking his arm back, Genos felt the unfamiliar sensation of blush creeping across his artificial cheeks. And much like the departure of his arm, he couldn't control the burning of his face and ears. He made eye contact with tatsukami, quickly diverting his attention to the floor when he found the youthful women in a sadistic smile. "I think that this little assignment needs a womanly touch. It's not fair that you expect me to just let a little mishap such as this one fall into the hands of buffoons." The three men felt a cold shiver down their spines. "No that won't be necessary." Saitama waved his hand in an attempt to brush off the shorter woman's request. "Actually ya, I think I will." Tatsumaki noted. A thin hand adorning her equally thin waist. Right before saitama could interject a metallic hand stopped him. Halting any attempt at an argument. Genos's fake lips brushed saitamas ear "I think you should just let her have this one sensei..." the rest of the s-class members nodded in frightened agreement. With a 'humph' of pride tatsukami strolled towards the upper most corner of the roof. Taking time to look out at the bundle of buildings she walked over the ledge. But instead of falling to her doom, the nicely dressed woman floated elegantly on nothing. With a smug exterior she motioned for the rest of her "team" to join her. While the other two men could hide their opinion about the matter, saitama "ughed" and flopped his feet in unwilling compliance. Walking towards the flying tatsukami.

Bang leaned his head in whispering in the now stoic genos's ear. Something that people have been doing a lot in this little meeting. ''oi... Can he fly or something…?" Genos sighed and shook his head. Quickly taking ahold of the cape of his master. The egg already beginning to walk off the ledge of the building. "Why don't we just take the stairs again, saitama sensei?" The said man pouted. "Aww. But what if I could fly… Now we'll never know." Genos yanked his teacher back to the safety of the building. "We'll make sure to try whenever there is a trampoline underneath us. Which, now that I think about will probably break once you touch it..." the two walked back to the door that led to the agonizingly long journey back to the ground. Bang followed.

"You calling me fat Genos?"

To be continued