Author: undefmidi

2018

Boku no Hero characters, original story and everything belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, the author of said series. I only own the Plot.

Fate series characters, original story and everything belongs to TYPE-MOON, the owner of said series. I only own the Plot.

You won't need to watch Fate in order to understand what's happening, but it's recommendable, Fate is a really good series of Animes.

If you want to watch Fate, begin with "Fate/Zero", and then "Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works (2011)". After that, you can watch the rest in any order you so desire.

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Chapter 1 – Are you?

You won't need to watch Fate in order to understand what's happening, but it's recommendable, Fate is a really good series of Animes.

I will create an original plotline from the Boku no Hero universe, adding the Fate system.

Izuku once did believe in his dream, a life-long strive to become a hero… Something childishly simple, yet unachievable.

After trying and trying he reached a dead-end. His unwavering will to fight his Quirklessness vanished completely… Only a remnant of his dreamy past remained, haunting him at each passing sunrise. Not a single minute did the green-haired boy stop thinking about what could've happened if he was born with a Quirk…

Thuds getting softer in the cold concrete, the 12-year-old sighed in melancholy; lungs expanding with hope for a better mood, but exhaling it – his sadness only increased. On the sidewalk, he stood still, the rain still pouring down on him. His messy hair, drooped and soaked.

"Why..." he muttered. It wasn't as if he was angry at being Quirkless. No… There was a time that he believed he could be the first Quirkless hero, but the constant bullying from his classmates, especially Bakugo, eventually got to him.

Each and every day, he was roughly reminded with explosions and insults that Bakugo was superior. In no possible way, he could beat the explosive sand-haired boy. A quirk that many only dreamt of having, and a brilliant intelligence to top it off…

Izuku dropped his shoulders, lips quivering in frustration. His fists clenched in hope of grasping a solution but to no avail. The boy could do nothing. He was nothing…

But somewhere deep within—

A cry of help echoed through the streets, interrupting his thoughts. The ignorant people looked on the other way; involving with trouble was a no-no. Giving the cold-shoulder was easier than getting their hands dirty.

Izuku, however, was attracted by that cry, ignorance long-gone from him… Inching slowly to an alleyway, the green-haired kid peeked. The rain got denser… His heart beat stronger against his ribcage at every passing moment; breath uncoordinated with anxiety – but that didn't stop him.

His eyes shot open, he quivered in his feet– what he saw scared him to the bone; goosebumps all over. Any other person would flee, but he kept his ground – An old lady sat on the floor with her elbows preventing her from falling. Fear evident on her face, soaking with rain. Body trembling uncontrollably as tears fell on the cold, cemented ground.

Blocking her exit from the alley, a gray-skinned bulky man tapped his feet in the hard, lifeless ground rhythmically, as if hearing a song – a song of despair. Power emanated from his muscular build, intimidating the old lady and Izuku – who peered from the corner, trying to digest the situation in front of him.

Grinning devilishly at the granny, he spun the purse that he held. "So, do ya want to see yer family?" he roguishly 'asked' her, nonchalantly looking at the purse. She nodded fiercely, more tears escaping her control, trembling stronger and stronger.

His disgustingly eerie grin widened, baring his unusually sharp-teeth in her direction. "Good, then…" he dropped the purse on the ground, shifting the granny's attention for a brief instant. "You goin' to be my meat shield. I'm gonna get in that bank… if all goes right, I'll let ya' go." His face twisted maniacally, a scarring expression revealed itself. Droplets of water fell from his bald head.

"But if ya' say no… I'll kindly switch your insides for yer outsides, and hang yer head on a lamppost~"

Izuku shook uncontrollably in is feet, his body screamed 'Get out of there!' but his mind and soul stood strong. The boy took one step further.

His eyes laid on his goal, nothing else mattered. He had to save the old lady… His will fought against his body as memories flashed before his eyes – every time he got bullied, shot down, disregarded, ignored, laughed at…

Tears welled up in his eyes, his expression twisting in resolve. Another step.

He didn't want to be a hero at the moment. He didn't want to prove anybody wrong. He didn't want acceptance…

Izuku purely desired to save her.

His instincts took over his mind.

In a brief moment, he inched faster towards his goal. He didn't know what to do, or how to do anything… He was alone. The old lady noticed his presence, gazing at the boy silently.

The bulky villain ogled the old lady, expecting a 'Yes'. It was too troublesome to search for victims at that rainy time, and he wasn't going to waste his time – she didn't have a choice after all.

Soft taps on the wet ground reached the villain's ears, removing the grin from his face. Abruptly turning his head in the trembling boy's direction, he gawked. His wicked expression came back once again.

"G-Go!" The soaked boy desperately yelled to the granny, his knees shaking in panic. She hesitated, but the villain's gaze fell solely upon the green-nette. His stare fixed in the boy's eyes… Noticing that, the old lady ran away as fast as she could, successfully fleeing.

Though the boy's body was trembling with fear, shaking in anxiousness, his tearful eyes didn't waver. Small tears slipped down his face along with the rain, almost indistinguishable from one another. The light in his eyes didn't disappear.

"Yo, kiddo…" The villain inched closer to Izuku at an insanely fast speed, splashing water on the way. Wasting no time, he closed his fingers on the boy's neck, squeezing them – though not in full strength.

"Gr—!" Izuku's eyes shot open, his mouth gaping in search for more oxygen. Choking slowly, he mustered all the strength he had to lift his hands and squeeze the villain's wrists – but to no avail.

"…Lucky, arent'cha? You'll be my meat shield!" The bulky man released some strength, as to not kill the boy right away.

Izuku clutched with all of his strength, trying to break the villain's hold. He flailed around and gritted his teeth in an attempt at focusing more, but it didn't work – the villain didn't even budge.

He was desperate, desolated. Fear of losing his life loomed over him like an eagle catching its prey in an open area – no escape. The villain walked towards the nearest bank. At each step, the boy's attempts weakened. His non-wavering desire faltered – the old lady was already safe.

Through alleyways and dark places, the villain arrived at his destination.

People observed in shock, getting out of the way – or more precisely, out of reach. No one there had the bravery to stand up for the boy. His small tears slowly dripped on the floor, mixing with the rain; not that anybody would do something because of it.

A group of policemen appeared in front of the bank's entrance to protect the building. Most of them had shocked faces when they noticed the green-haired kid, whom eyes were shut.

His lungs slowly moved; back and forth; back and forth. Occasionally opening his eyes, he noticed where he was. A small, yet well-known bank – the Sugahara Bank. Faintly remembering some commercials regarding the place, he knew that it was well-guarded.

He wobbled his arm, which was limp, to try and pry the villain off of him. It didn't work.

Izuku felt weak, he got oxygen, but not enough for physical activities. His brain barely functioned enough to think. Feeling his consciousness slipping away, he closed his eyes…

"Ya can't sleep now, I need you awake." With his free hand, the villain slapped the green-nette back to consciousness. Immediately, the guards all pointed their guns at the intruder – however, they hesitated; trembling fingers upon the trigger.

The green-nette didn't scream. No strength left for that… He only trembled with the cold of the rain, and the suffocating pain he felt on his neck.

"If y'all shoot, he'll die. Don't move, and the kid lives." The villain kept the boy in his grip, lifting him to show his entrance ticket to the bank – a hostage.

Hesitating, the policemen lowered their weapons. Unable to do anything, they throbbed in frustration – for letting the villain inside the bank, and for not being able to rescue the kid. Nonchalantly carrying the boy, the intruder strode towards the bank. Passing the door, a neat, modern place appeared in his view. Casually, he searched for the cashiers…

The gray muscular man successfully invaded the bank, utilizing Izuku as a meat-shield.

Collecting money from the cashiers; destroying the ATM's with brute force; making hostages… The villain dominated the bank. Still holding the kid in one arm, he thought of finally disposing of him.

After making a group of hostages, he'd be guaranteed safety if it all went according to his plan – he just had to kill the boy and throw him outside as a warning that he wasn't joking. It would increase his chances of success, and also grant him the pleasure of killing.

The hard, fleshy sound of slapping reverberated throughout the silent bank. Izuku woke up but stood limply in his grip, pain lingering on his face. The villain's face got close to the boy's. Twisting his expression he stared straight into the boy's eyes – bloodshot-red orbs terrified the green-nette to the soul, carving itself onto his memory.

"Yer goin' to die…" He simply said, gripping his fingers strongly.

Izuku's eyes shot open, his mind raced and his body trembled. Weakness still lingered, and he could barely move his members. Like tigers surrounding a defenseless prey, he choked.

Looking behind his aggressor, his hazy vision focused… His soul shuddered, his mind stopped.

A woman held two children, each crying loudly in her arms… Her tears fell on the ground along with the children, mourning over what could happen to them.

Inside him,—

An old lady cried silently, muttering… 'I wanted to see my daughter give birth…'

Something he forgot—

A young man gripped the hand of a girl tightly. They hugged each other, seeking comfort.

Surfaced…

Izuku lifted his trembling hands and gripped the villain's wrists. His green orbs were hard, cold – no light present in them. Whilst trembling, he gritted his teeth, using the pain to stay focused, and awake.

"L… Let… Them… Go…!" The boy snarled with the bit of strength he had. His neck was scarlet from being pressed; the lack of oxygen hazed his vision, and dulled his thoughts… His fingers throbbed in weakness, but he didn't let go.

With a twisted expression, the villain smirked indifferently. "Do ya think that'll work? … Well, I do like me some resistance…" he disgustingly added.

Time seemed to stop for everyone there. The boy trembled in weakness and pain, unbearable pain – but he didn't hesitate. He stood strong and kept holding on.

If only I could change this!

If only I could save the ones here!

If only I had a quirk!

If only I had a—

The rasp, rigid sound of steel clanging against rock reverberated, followed by the cold-hard taps of metal against the ground. The villain, surprised, let go of the boy – who fell on his knees, eyes widen and sweating.

Izuku grabbed his throat and started to cough; the sudden rush of oxygen in his brain made him lightheaded. Gripping tightly, he tried to stabilize his situation, but felt sluggish and frail…

A yellow and blue figure blurred past the boy, followed by a loud volley of smashing sounds reaching everyone's ears. The villain could only try and defend from whatever – or whoever was attacking him. In a desperate attempt at defending himself, he kicked the ground and lifted himself up in the air.

"Can't get me no—" Interrupted by a smash on the head, the man spun in mid-air, making a crater on the ground. His face was contorted in pain, and his eyes filled with bloodlust. Lifting himself up, he trembled in anger.

Grabbing the nearest destroyed rock, he threw it at the figure – who destroyed it with… air? In a sword-motion, the figure destroyed the rock, shattering it completely.

The villain, seeing that display of strength, hesitated for a brief moment; but anger boiled uncontrollably within his blood. His expression twisted in rage, red eyes wide open with hatred. Gritting his teeth, he throbbed in fury.

"I'll kill you—" He jolted the ground, gaining momentum. In the air, he locked his hatred-filled eyes directly at the figure in front of him. Without wasting a single moment, the clad-in-blue figure kicked the floor and thrust in the villain's direction.

Izuku, who stood up, witnessed all the quick exchanges of attacks in amazement and fear. Normally breathing, he slowly inched away from the battlefield… However, when he took a glance at his hand…

"N-No way…" He stopped walking, falling to his knees again. At that moment, the whole battlefield and situation behind him were ignored… He could only pay attention to what he saw in his hand.

The boy's eyes moistened with tears, reflecting the light of the place. He let himself fall to the ground as his elbows and knees supported him. The thick strands of hair covered his eyes as tears fell on the ground…

His mouth curled upwards, and he rejoiced. "I-I…"

The battle behind the green-nette came to an end. A loud thump reached the boy's ears as he turned his teary eyes to the source. His cheeks were painted in crimson as he paid attention to the figure—

A dignified beauty stood upon the defeated body – Her angelical blonde hair seemed as if it was sprinkled with gold; her cold jade eyes pierced the soul of every person in the room. The wind ruffled her blue skirt as the silver parts of armor glistened.

She gazed at Izuku's forest-green orbs, a question still unanswered…

"Are you my master?" She simply asked…

…But he cried copiously. Tears fell to the ground constantly as he covered his eyes with his hands, letting his head touch the floor…

After crying his heart out and calming his emotions, Izuku lifted his head and stood up. With a heartfelt smile and moistened eyes he said:

"Y-Yes!"

Thanks for reading this first chapter! I really, really hope you like it!

This is the first time I'm going to deviate from the original BNHA plotline – oh! And also, you won't need to watch Fate to understand this series, nor I will give any spoiler from it!

Anywho, I am really pumped for this project, which sat on the back of my mind for a while now…

My updates will be coming, but as my school is particularly hard, I won't be able to update every single day… I'm so, so sorry! (That, along with the fact that it's kind of hard to make chapters like this, though I'll try and keep the quality in-check!)

I accept constructive criticism, so you don't need to refrain yourself from doing so!

And now, undef 's off!

Stay cold!