Death; Its Champion

Summary: Ever since Harry's upgrade into becoming Master of Death, a.k.a the Official Babysitter for Balancers, shit had not been easy for him. But hell, when had it? So when Death and Fate tossed in Midoriya Izuku, and forces Harry to 'guide' him, well he gon's get fucked for sure.

Chapter 2 Lasting Impressions

As Midoriya watched his neighbor 'cracked' to thin air, he thought back on how their first meeting went. There was only one word that we could describe Midorinoshi-san, and that is 'intimidating'. His posture, his voice; it's as though he's a wolf amongst sheep. Chills shivers through Izuku's spine from the moment he met those devilish too green eyes. He could feel it, the powers and emotions coiled so tight within his soul that a single slip would destroy humanity. Good, evil, nothing escapes that boiling energy; it's just death all around.

He glances back at the spot, hoping that whatever he had sensed was in fact not real. But Izuku is not stupid, he realizes what he saw and it's not coming out of his mind anytime soon. Couldn't be, it's impossible, right? Although, people do have different various Quirks for a reason. What's to say Midorinoshi-san have one related to The End itself? It's just Izuku's imagination coming to play. What he perceived was fake.

Now that he thought about it, Midorinoshi-san really does correlate with death. His name literally translates to 'Green Death' of all things! Talk about scary coincidence. Izuku just hope his neighbor isn't some bad person waiting to take his family out, or anybody else, for that matter. From what he saw, he had a teleportation quirk. It still doesn't explain what he felt. It's dark, like a chasm too deep for sunlight to penetrate; yet cooling and calm. As if soft splashes of water ribboning through his legs, like being with his mother and Kacchan and his family when they went out for that hike eight years ago. The energy beckons him. Izuku was afraid of reaching out, because once he does, there won't be coming back. Instead, he releases his desire, and step out into the real world, once more.

Izuku breathes in, heavy from his lungs and gushes out the carbon air. His hand, so beaten from the previous attack, gathered the key from his pocket, and shoves it in its socket. With a twist, he turns the doorknob, readying for his mother's loving embrace.

She did just as he predicted and lunges at her son. The portly woman wraps her arms around her boy, and squeezes him tight, afraid that letting him go would cost him his life. She rips him out of her chest, as green-green eyes (the same color as her own) flooded with tears of relief.

"Do you know how worried I was, Izuku?!" her sweaty palms shook the 'broccoli' lightly. "You were on the TV, and there were Hero's and police a-and-"

"Yes mom, I'm alright." Izuku said. His mind drifted to the happenings between All Might and him. He just couln't believe it! All Might. THE No. 1 HERO OF JAPAN OF ALL TIMES! He just- oh – ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Inko places the back of her cool hand on her son's forhead. "Izuku, are you alright? You're red all over! Maybe You should-"

"I'm ok, I'm ok, I swear, I'm fine mom!" The green bean's spirited smile increases tenfold as his mother frets about his wellbeing. At least someone still cares for him, despite it only being one person. He loves his mother, but he at times wishes that it's more than just her.

"If you say so," Inko pulls Izuku inside the main living room, then perks up at her previous chores. "Ah, I've already prepared the water. Why don't you clean up first, so I can get dinner ready.

Izuku nods, appreciating his mother's thoughtfulness. " Ok," He paced to his room, and grabs his essentials, before heading towards the washroom. Just as he passed the kitchen, Midoriya hollers if his mother had her bath yet.

"I had it before you, so just go right in, sweetheart!"

"Alright, mom!"

He step in, and latches the door quietly. A quick shower, and into the steaming hot water he goes. Only a mop of dark teal tuffs float above the water, as his head is submerged inside. He could of died today. If it wasn't for All Might, He wouln't be here to greet his mother, Kacchan would have suffocated and he wouldn't be a hero! He just-

He pops out of the steaming liquid, mouth downturned in sadness whilst tears stained his eyes once more. Kacchan always said he was a cry baby, but that doesn't go to the fact that they nearly d-died. The though of all consuming darkness engulfing his senses, his life goals uncompleted, and his mother at his own funeral. He couldn't take it, so he went in, "Leeroy Jenkins!" screaming in his soul, heart pounding in his chest, as he thought of ways he could take down the stupid slime head of a villain. When he manage to give All Might that so much needed opening, he was happy. Truly happy that he had assisted his favorite hero, despite it being in a blundering way.

His lips twitched at the thought of his last conversation with All Might before going home.

"You can be a Hero." Izuku mumbles. He lifted his hand, and clutched his pride as if it were physical. "He said I could be a Hero."

His lips tremble, as he desperately wipes salty bitter tears of final resentments towards the people who said he couldn't be what he wanted. Finally, Midoriya Izuku, Deku by Kacchan and his classmates, Izu-kun by his mother, and Midoriya-shonen by All Might himself, finally he had someone to believe in him. It was All Might of all people. All Might, the strongest hero in the world, in the universe; saving people left and right, always saving despite his weakness. He's so brave, He's so, so-

"Hic*," He genuinely smiles for what seems like decades. "I could be a hero," his eyes shines brightly, "I can be a hero," He glances back at his clasped palm, and releases the brutal grip, before clenching it back. "I will be a Hero."

Bedtime strikes after dinner. With green bean's already discussed new diet regimens to his mother, he lay in bed, awaiting Morpheus's embrace to drift him off. He slept soundly, imagining himself standing next to All Might, side-by-side and donned in his hero costume. Amidst the bliss, he forgot one very crucial new information. His neighbor is out in the middle of the night, packed with villains, with only one person in the know. And that person is in dreamland. Midoriya realizes in the back of his mind, that he would rue the day he failed to remember to inform his mother about Midorinoshi Akari.

Harry hastened his pace leisurely, nonchalant of the person following him. It's not that he's unobservant, no; it's more as if he doesn't care of this wannabe baddie. He has enough respect towards himself against acknowledging petty criminals. Everything is the same. One way or another, a different human will be in the same shoes as he's in.

He uses a disillusionment spell on himself, and awaits the villain flat on the wall of a back street alley. Just as he around a corner, he could see a girl of short stature. Curly pink bob bouncing atop her pretty head, and a white blouse covered in dried brown blood spilled upon the fabric. She smiled, and pierced her vibrant emerald orbs at him. This girl could find him. This girl is not normal. Harry cocks his head to the side and sighs when he felt tendrils of Nether Magic floating off of the woman's body. Dead body.

Because this woman is Death in disguise.

How in living hell had he forgotten that Death had this ability? Gosh, he is losing touch with his powers, isn't he? The being in human form plants a hallow smile, and beckons him over. Harry doesn't need to be told twice, so he slouches his body and saunters to Death. Once near each other, he states his question.

"Why are you here?" he said as he checks his phone, before pocketing it back. Nearly midnight, and he needs his beauty nap soon. "Shouldn't you be at your realm doing paper work, and all the jazz that a being of Death needs to do?"

"Taking a break," a serene voice rolls out. "I have my servants." 'She' inspects her nails. "If shit hit's the fan, then my Chief's can report to me personally."

Harry quirks his brow once more, "Ok…wait doesn't your servants need dead bodies to come here in the physical plane?"

Green eyes met each other. "Yeah, only when emergency though."

"It's 'for emergency, not 'when emergency', you silly dumb-dumb." Harry corrects Death, whilst chuckling at its mistake.

"Hush!" 'She' snaps a finger to her mouth, "It's been far too long since I posed a body."

"Possessed,"

"Shut up! Possessed, alright! Since I possessed a body!"

Harry sniggers, "You're forgetting your grammatical errors, it's-"

"Ok smarty pants, how about you go for two billion years since you invade an organic body, and try to have every functioning shit perfected the second you're inside!" Death yelled, its pointy nails digging into Harry's chest.

He swiped the offending appendage off and yawns. "Been there, done that."

"Ugh! You little shit, I swear the minute I get my ha-"

There was a scuffle at the alley's entrance, and in came four buffoons, all carrying weapons and quirks radiating at ready for use. A leader steps forward, and demanded money from Death and Harry, whilst preaching nonstop on how villainy will rise again. Both supreme beings eyed each other, and agreed that they want to be out of this situation a.s.a.p.

"I'm done with this bullshit." He cracked his knuckles and joints, body relaxing for the upcoming maiming of the century.

"This human body needs rest, let's go home." It commented. Harry swiveled his head towards the midget.

"Excuse me ma'am, I was the one who bought that place, not you." He clicks his tongue, and lashes his magic at the intruders. "Thus it's my home."

"Still," Death waves 'her' hand at the floating human men, bumbling and desperately trying to use their meaningless quirks, as they beg for release. "I was the one who suggested it," It then snapped its fingers, letting their bodies rot, as their souls travels back to the Recycling Chambers in the Deaths Domain. "Thus I get to live there too."

Harry eyed the carcasses, miffed that would, well do what Death likes best. He displays his hands and pointed at the corpses. "You do know that we'll be in big trouble for this. "

"By who's authority, hm?" 'She' crosses her arms against her chest, lips pouting in rebellion at the thought of silly humans demanding control over 'her'.

"By the authority of the government, who lives in this planet, and controls their country, which we're fucking living in, you twat!" Gosh, Harry had never felt so close to face-palming himself, and bitch slap Death of all beings. He thought it would be Fate because of how much of an asshole they are to them. But here stands Death, aggravating his nerves to the far end.

Harry sighs, forcing the calmness of it all to gravitate towards his body. He can do this. "Why are you so annoying?" He asked, "Usually you're not as bothersome as you are now."

Death shrugs. "I think it's the body that made me this way. Each retainer still have a shadow of their former soul, a leakage of their personality is to be expected."

"Well damn, glad the ass-hat who lived in it died. No wonder people aren't looking for it."

Death hums in agreement, grabs Harry's hand and led him to the apartment complex, five blocks away. Harry stopped though, because leaving a pile of decaying organic anatomies are blindly rude and blasphemous to the human kind. Harry had left his humanity many centuries ago, and at times felt bad that he did so without thought. Still, it made things easier to connect with Balancer's when he had leftover fragments of empathy in him.

"What about these?"

"Just burn them already."

"Hello? Ma'am, I was not the one who killed them. Why should it be my responsibility to clean up after your messes?!"

Deaths own green orbs pierces him in utter boredom. "Because, I just don't want to."

The immortal being squints his eyes. "You fucking child." Harry snaps his fingers and 'incendio'ed his targets, before dragging her to their destination.

"Just don't cross the line next time got it," he scratches his head in frustration, "I've had to deal with too many of y'all's shit to begin with."

There was a pause before Death answers with 'her' own question. "If I draw a line on the side of the road and cross over it, does that mean you'll get mad." Harry did not reply to her stupid blabbering.

"I guess I should try it, then" just as Death was about to let go of Harry's hand, he tightens his grip, and hasten his pace to home.

"Don't you dare, heathen."

"But-"

"I'm done with this bullshit, fucking damn diggity done with everything." Glowing emeralds met one another. "You ever heard of 'Fake Love' by BTS, I think it describes you perfectly, without it's romantic counterparts of coarse."

"Nope, haven't heard of it." 'She' said.

"You should."

Death lovingly glances at Harry. Her one and only champion, the only one that will stay by its side for eternity. The only one she truly cares for. Her small lips upturned in a smile, glad to be next to her Master.

"…alright."

AHHHHH I'm done! Alright, next is going to be another meeting with Midoriya, and potential Kacchan and TodoWookie action next chapter. Thanks for staying with me, and I see ya next time. Please review and if you guys have any questions, just PM me and I'll try to reply it back ASAP. Without further ado, this is BlackPuzzle signing out. Night~

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