AN: So... been a while hasn't it? Well, I've tried to continue Reinforced Revelations, and I've hit a bit of a block. It's been so long since I've written anything that I need to get back into the flow again, so... hey, I guess? Anyway, here's a new story, featuring Izuku being able to summon a few people from F/GO. The available summons are very limited and already decided (though who exactly gets summoned is up to random chance). I wonder if anyone can figure out the gimmick I'm going to be using to prevent myself being flooded with Servants?

Beta'd by: The trolling SnarkLord

Chapter 1 – Beginnings

What would you do to become a sheep?

How far would you go to not be an outcast?

Izuku Midoriya found tears falling from his eyes as he sat in the hospital, though these weren't tears of pain, not at all. Perhaps disbelief and betrayal was closer to the mark, considering the reason he had ended up there to begin with.

Izuku lived in a world where approximately 80% of the world population possessed some form of super power, known as quirks. That 80%, however, varied by country and region. With China being the location of the first known quirk, it was no surprise that Asiatic countries had a far higher percentage of quirks, as compared to say America, where there were large areas without quirks, such as Amish communities.

At four years old, when Izuku failed to manifest a quirk, no one thought much of it. While four was the common age that most gained their quirk, there were those who were born with them, and others that were several years older when theirs finally made itself known.

When literally every other kid in Izuku's year at school had gained their quirk and he hadn't, he convinced his mother to take him to the doctor, who claimed that he would never gain a quirk of his own, as evident by the joints in his toe.

That had struck Izuku hard, and his mother too, as they had both broken down in shock. The young boy became withdrawn and reticent, even more so than the bookish child already was. As for his Mother… when asked whether Izuku could become a hero despite his lack of quirk, she had soaked him in her tears while apologizing over and over again.

News of Izuku's quirklessness somehow leaked out to the school, despite the boy himself never speaking of it to any of his classmates, and as children oft do at that age, they pointed and laughed. Children are honest creatures, if nothing else, having yet to develop the skills necessary to hide their thoughts, and in them can be seen the viciousness of the human condition.

Izuku became a pariah very quickly, retreating away from others and becoming introverted and unsociable beyond what he had been before. His classmates' actions, on top of the doctor's words rendering him without a speck of self confidece to his name.

At 6 years old, Izuku believed his fortunes to have changed, as something rather strange had happened. Upon the back of his hand could be seen three markings of an unknown design. Like a flower split into three sections radiating out from the centre of the dorsal side of his left hand, it was actually quite beautiful.

When he had shown it to his mother, she had rushed him to hospital. Not because she believed he had developed a quirk, no, but rather she thought her son had fallen so far as to self harm and delude himself into believing his quirkless state no longer existed.

Izuku didn't realise this at first, thinking he was going to be checked out for whatever his quirk actually was. It wasn't until the doctor started gently questioning him about when the marks had appeared and what he'd been doing at the time did he comprehend what was going on.

Understandably, having consulted his medical records, the doctor was sceptical of Izuku's belief that he had spontaneously developed a quirk, but examining the markings revealed that they weren't cut into his hand, nor were they burnt there, and there was no damage to the tissue either. Even checking for colouring and dyes showed nothing wrong. It seemed that Izuku now had a patch of skin on the back of his hand that was naturally a vivid, eye-catching red.

Believing that the original doctor who had declared him quirkless had made some sort of error, Izuku was checked over again. However, the results remained the same. He still had the toe joint, a blood test revealed a complete lack of genetic markers, a brain scan didn't reveal any development that would suggest a quirk existed, and even when a police investigator was asked to come in – his quirk allowing him to match residue against a person and verify whether their quirk was used in a location – found him to be completely blank.

At that point, doubt set in again. The mark was believed to be the result of a prank or something of a similar nature. Perhaps a child, cruel teenager, or a particularly unpleasant adult had seen fit to mark him with some sort of tattoo quirk or the like – as was sometimes used in the fashion and beauty industry – to play with the young boy's mind and feelings.

Having his hopes and dreams crushed a second time proved, if anything, even more devestating to Izuku. He began to withdraw even from his playmate, Katsuki Bakugou, who wasn't even much of a friend to begin with any longer.

Every day seemed to drag on for the green haired child, until one day something rather unanticipated happened.

xxxxx

Izuku packed his bags and left school, ignoring the audible mockery from his classmates, as well as the looks and pointed fingers. It was nothing new, and it wasn't like they were being physically abusive, only Kacchan really did that, and only when he was in a foul mood.

Today seemed to be a good day as the blonde boy barely seemed to register the fact Izuku existed, much less made to torment him once again. Instead, he was surrounded by sycophants who praised his every action and he basked in their attention.

Leaving through the school gates, Izuku paused for a moment to consider what to do. His mom was working late today, and he didn't really want to go back home alone just yet. After a moment's thought, he headed towards the town centre, like he usually did whenever he had time to kill.

The crime rate in that area, and thus the chance to see a hero in action, was higher than where Izuku lived. Not that anywhere was really crime free, especially not since the dawn of quirks, but there were certainly places where it was more common, and places where there were valuables to steal – such as jewellers – were more tempting targets to would be thieves.

It didn't take Izuku long to get there, and once he did he idled around the area. A few of the local heroes were out and about on patrol – and Izuku contemplated getting an autograph or two from them – but there were rather large crowds around the easily visible pros.

Eyes scanning the rooftops, Izuku soon found what he expected to see, an Underground Hero unless he was mistaken. He'd noticed that, when there was a group of limelight pros in a populated area, there tended to be one or two less visible heroes keeping an eye on things.

For all Izuku knew, it was planned that way. With the bright and loud heroes taking the attention of the crowd – and potentially tricking criminals into believing them distracted – the heroes who wore more effective, less dazzling apparel made sure that no crimes were commited in the meantime.

Izuku jumped a little when one of the pros up high looked his way. He thought he saw them raise an eyebrow, but it was too far to be certain. What he did see was the hero give him a small wave before continuing to survey the area.

Izuku's cheeks warmed at having been noticed like that, but a moment later he shook it off.

Taking a seat on a nearby bollard – there being no free bench in sight – the young child took a notebook out of his school bag along with a pencil, making a start on some new hero analyses. He already had some rather extensive notes on all the local heroes that weren't underground, but he might notice something, or get some sudden idea, that he hadn't before.

Also, if he sketched the hero on the roof, he might be able to work out who they were, not that there was any guarantee of that happening. While the government had a database of every official hero in the country, and all of them were required to carry their licences – with hero identity numbers you could verify by phone – not all heroes had their information available to the public.

Oh, Idol Heroes, Rescue Heroes, and the large majority of Combat Heroes tended to have pretty much everything known online – including things like their real name, birthdays, and quite a bit of personal information – but most Underground and Investigation Heroes tended to avoid such things.

Something caught the edge of Izuku's eye, making him turn to the left slightly.

Oh, were criminals really that obvious? A hulking, seven foot tall mutant type was… smashing the window of a phone shop. There was a jewellers literally two doors down, why go for a phone shop?

Wait, shouldn't smashing glass make a lot of noise? Izuku didn't hear anything. This guy looked like some sort of bodybuilder rhino with four arms, so that had to be his qui- Unless his appearance was an inherited trait rather than his own quirk and he had some sort of aura of silence around himself instead?

Izuku yelled for the pros, to arrest this obvious criminal, but not even he could hear himself right now apparently. Thinking quickly, Izuku began waving his arms like mad, trying to get someone's attention, either one of the currently oblivious shoppers, or even better the hero on the rooftop!

On said rooftop, the hero snapped his head in Izuku's direction, and when the green-haired boy pointed at the robbery in progress, he vanished from the rooftop. A few moments later, Izuku caught sight of the pro flitting between alleyways at a rapid rate, heading in his direction.

Excited to see a hero in action, Izuku turned back to the thief, pencil and notebook at the read-

Izuku choked.

Maybe making such a fuss to get attention hadn't been the best idea, the rooftop hero had obviously not been the only one to notice him, as Izuku now had two meaty arms, each thicker than his thigh wrapped around his neck.

"The fuck you think you're doing, little punk?" The man growled lowly and menacingly.

Izuku's only response was choking and gasping due to lack of air.

"Try something like that again, and I'll squeeze hard enough your fucking head will pop off, you got me?" He spat, turning away from him.

Izuku was about to sag in relief and catch a breath, the man having released him in order to flee the scene of his own crime, but almost immedieatly he tightened his grip on Izuku's throat, his face starting to turn red as he struggled for air.

"Fucking Hero shithead." The villain snarled. "You're going to fuck off quick or the kid is going to get it, you hear me?"

Eyes rolling in their sockets, Izuku finally got a closer look at the rooftop hero that he had been waving at.

It was a woman, slender but lacking in curves, yet she looked rather well muscled from what he could tell. She had a blue-grey costume on, tight to her body, and a cloak of some sort of fabric over it. Izuku thinks he can see metallic threads woven into it, so it's probably meant to dampen any hits she takes.

"Put the kid down and we won't need to get nasty." The woman spoke calmly, yet the rough and scratchy quality of her voice added an edge to it. "There's more heroes here than just me, and any exit you had has already been cut off. Harming the kid now is only going to make things worse for you when we take you down."

She was right, Izuku could see that the heroes he'd been looking at before were already on the move, this guy was screwed. A silence aura wouldn't help now, and while he seemed a lot stronger than a normal person, physical enhancement is one of the most common types of quirks there was, even as a side-effect of another sort of quirk.

The villain laughed. "You're a fucking hero, your job is to protect people. So what if I make off with a few thousand yen worth of loot, if the little punk here dies, that's blood on your hands, eh?"

"Delay tactics only work when you have the time advantage." The hero shook her head. "The others will be here long before that kid suffocates, and as unpleasant as it is, he'll recover." Izuku agreed with that, being choked out wasn't nice at all, and he was feeling light headed now, but it wasn't painful.

"Then lets hurry this thing along then." The man yelled, getting attention from the crowd around them, the civilians only now really taking notice that something was happening. They murmered to themselves as the villain took one of the two hands from around Izuku's neck and drew a gun, pointing it to the child's head.

"Never thought I'd actually need this thing." He shrugged. "Picked it up for almost nothing a few years back, thought it'd be good for an emergency, a last resort thing." He grinned evilly. "Lucky me, eh?"

Izuku froze solid, persperation dripping from his face in horror.

He had a gun to his head!

"You're not doing anything to help yourself here." The hero continued, voice remaining calm. "Killing the kid solves nothing, we'll still take you down straight after, and then you'll have a murder charge on your head instead of just theft. Just put the gun down and let the kid go."

"Wave Way!" Izuku jumped as one of the Pros, Death Arms, arrived on the scene. "What's going on?"

"A Robbery turned Hostage situation." Wave Way, the name of the Underground Hero apparently, explained. "Now shut up and let me talk this down from a murder."

"I'm here to back you up." Death Arms said, before apparently attempting to start a stare down with the bulky man currently choking Izuku.

"One more hero comes this way, I'm blowing the kid's head off." The villain growled, an edge of something in his voice that Izuku didn't quite catch. He felt the arm around his throat tighten a bit, and could only assume the villain was getting tense now that he was outnumbered, and Wave Way had said there was more than one hero on the way.

"Get on that fucking communicator and send them away, do it!" He yelled.

Wave Way, visibly and slowly, reached for the communicator at her waist. She raised it to her face and spoke audibly into it.

"We have a hostage situation developing on-" Wave Way began before being interupted.

"I heard there's a robbery!" A new pro called out, dropping down from above. "Wow, big crowd!"

This new pro looked young, barely out of his teens. The air crackled with electricity as he floated in the air.

Unfortunately, an errant spark jumped to the metal gun in the robber's hand, the electricty causing a finger to contract on the trigger, sending a bullet heading down the barrel.

Izuku clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the end.

Visible to the entire crowd, the red markings on Izuku's hand suddenly shined with brilliant crimson light.

There was a bang and more than one scream.

Then there was shock.

xxxxx

Izuku's first realisation was that he was alive.

The second was that he could breathe again.

The third was that he was very sweaty now.

It was only his fourth thought when his mind actually kicked into gear and he scrambled to his feet, having collapsed to the ground when the villain had let him go… except the villain hadn't let him go.

No, he could see two arms on the ground in front him leaking blood.

Slowly tilting his head backwards, Izuku took in the sight of the one who had saved his life.

Then he blinked and had to take a second look.

A robot girl with a tail and wings was… not what he was expecting.

She kicked the villain away from them, now down two of his four arms, and clipped the wing she held back onto her back. Given the blood on the edge of it, he was going to assume that was how she had… dismembered the bad guy.

"This is most unexpected." She said. "To be summoned at all is a surprise, but these people look too weird to be normal humans." She had obviously glanced around at the mutant types in the crowd, before she looked down at Izuku, focusing on the marks on his hand.

"So you're my master." He couldn't tell whether that was a statement or a question. "Very well then, this Mecha is yours to command. Our contract shall last until you dishonour it."

"Mecha?" Izuku mumbled, not quite sure what was going on.

"Kid, is this your quirk?" Wave Way spoke up, making Izuku jump.

Looking behind her, he could see that the villain had already been wrapped up in bandages to stop bleeding, and was ready for transport.

"Quirk?" Izuku blinked dumbly. "Wha- No, I'm quirkless!"

Wave Way looked unimpressed. "Boy, we all saw those marks on your hand glow when she appeared. What is it? Some kind of teleportation quirk? Calls things to you that you've marked?"

"No." Izuku shook his head. "I was diagnosed quirkless four years ago. We went back two years ago when these marks appeared, but still nothing. I- I was told it was probably someone playing a trick on me."

Wave Way looked at the pink and steel grey machine.

"You're not going to turn violent on me, are you?" She asked bluntly.

"Bring no harm to me and my master, and I shan't retaliate." The robot replied.

"Good, then you wouldn't mind you and the kid coming down the police station to answer some questions then… this whole thing just got a lot more complicated." Wave Way sounded resigned at the end there, though she kept one eye pinned on the mecha at all times.

"Well, Master, shall we go?" The robot girl asked.

"Y- Yes, we sh- should go with them." Izuku stuttered, not quite sure what was going on.

In a daze he stepped around the severed limbs, and reached out to the robot that had saved him. She allowed him to cling tightly to her as they began to follow after Wave Way who lead them away from the crowd.

A glance back saw Death Arms chewing out the even younger hero with the lightning quirk that had set all this off. They looked both embarassed and pale, having realised just how close they'd come to causing Izuku's death.

xxxxx

Sansa Tamakawa looked over the medical report he'd had sent over.

Just as the Midoriya boy had claimed, he had indeed been diagnosed as quirkless, twice in fact. The report made mention of the coloured markings on his hand, and the theories about where they had come from.

It all matched up.

Except, that was, for the killer robot calling the boy master. Well, that was a little unfair, the robot hadn't actually killed anyone as far as he was aware, and while cutting off the man's arms had been extreme, it had served its purpose in saving the boy's life.

Now if only the robot thing would give him an actual straight answer! The boy was fine, as much of a stuttering mess as he was he told the officer everything he asked and didn't lie or try and hide anything as far as he could tell. Nothing the robot said made any sense though!

The facts as he knew them were as follows:

First off, she was a machine. That wasn't up for debate. She was made of metal, had mechanical and electrical components in place of organs, and had programming in place of a brain. Not that she was any less a person for that, as she still held opinions and a personality of her own.

Two, she wasn't so much a machine, as a machine spirit. Whatever the hell that even meant, and no he wasn't thinking about that old tabletop game his nephew liked to play with aliens and whatnot, and machine spirit cultists, or whatever.

When she'd demonstrated her ability to enter "spirit form" and completely vanished from view, he'd near jumped out of his fur! Invisible and Intangible!? That was a powerful combination, one that didn't quite match up well with how physically dangerous she appeared to be.

Anyway, third thing he knew. As long as Midoriya respected her, she was willing to obey him for now. She was his "Servant" she said, and it was a Servant's duty to follow their Master… he could practically hear the capitals in her voice.

Right now, Midoriya seemed to be looking at her with awe more than anything. Not surprising really, she'd saved his life, and the bloody reality of what she'd done hadn't sunk in yet. While healing quirks existed, it was another matter entirely to restore lost limbs.

Hopefully, they could get them sewn back on or something. Sansa wasn't a doctor, he didn't actually know what could and couldn't be fixed. Villain or not, no one deserved to be down a few arms like that guy was.

"Midoriya, in light of the evidence we have in regards to your supposed lack of quirk." Sansa indicated the medical report. "As well as Wave Way's own accounting of the events earlier today, you will not be charged with public use of a quirk. As this was a clear case of self defence, especially at the risk of your own life, you will also not be treated as a vigilante."

The boy calmed down significantly there, his shaking subsiding as he leaned into the robot girl's side.

"However, I do recommend you make an immediate appointment to have your quirk tested for a third time." Sansa insisted. "You will need to register your quirk within six weeks of this event, and knowing all you can about it, and what it can do, can only benefit you now and in the future."

"I- I will." Only a mild stutter from the boy, much better than earlier when he'd asked him about the events he was a part of.

"Good." Sansa gave him a smile. "Now, your mother should arrive shortly. You can wait here for her, or you may wait by the reception, whichever you prefer. We will need to speak to her though, but don't worry, you are not in trouble. In fact, what you did was rather heroic. Just, if it ever happens again, please don't make yourself a target of the villain."

"I'll try not to." Izuku nodded. Sansa watched as the boy clung tighter to the robot girl, taking comfort in her presence.

"That's all I can ask." Sansa acknowledged. "Now, I have some paperwork to do regarding this incident, so..."

"I'll be on my way, sir, don't worry." Izuku got up from the seat and bowed, before leaving the room, the robot girl right behind him.

Sansa sighed. "This is just what Musutafu needs, robo body guards." He looked over his notes again. "Quite odd though, don't think I've ever heard of a pet type looking quite so human, or mechanical either."

xxxxx

Inko Midoriya collided with her son in the entrance of the police station, her eyes releasing a veritable biblical flood of tears as she checked him over. She'd heard the news about the boy being held at gun point, and the police call told her it was Izuku that was grabbed, so she'd been out of her mind with worry about her baby boy.

It was only after she'd made absolutely sure that Izuku was in no way, shape, or form, actually physically hurt – though she'd be making katsudon for supper tonight, his favourite – when she turned to the robot girl he'd… summoned… somehow.

Izuku was quirkless, they'd checked, twice, and yet he'd still somehow used a power no ordinary person had. That… how had that happened? And why was his quirk the ability to summon a robot that looked like a teenaged girl?

If Hisashi had some sort of conjuration quirk, or a pet type maybe, then she could understand it better. Her quirk, attraction of small objects, combined with something like that might result in summoning a spirit of some sort, but her husband's quirk was breathing fire, he liked to use it to toast marshmallows, not something that would result in this.

"Thank you for saving my son." She cried at the robot, who seemed a little shocked at the sheer volume of tears coming from the woman, and was edging backwards slightly as if afraid she would rust.

"He's my master, of course I would save him." She affirmed.

"Oh, but… I- I don't actually know your name." Inko seemed to realise how rude she was being a moment later. "Oh, I'm Inko Midoriya, Izuku's mother."

"You can call me Eli." The robot said.

"Eli? Eli-chan." Izuku then remembered her refering to herself as a Mecha. "Mecha Eli-chan?"

Eli seemed to twitch a bit at that, before smiling a little. Somehow her metal skin being flexible enough to do so despite her torso seemingly made from large and solid sections of metal.

"Yeah, Mecha Eli-chan, that's me." Her voice was softer there, her gaze distant, as if lost in thought.

The three of them headed to the Midoriya home after that, though Eli ended up walking there with Izuku, rather than in the car Inko had driven to the police station. Turned out that weighing in at four tonnes made Eli a bit too heavy to really work as a passenger.

Luckily, when they got to the Midoriya appartment, she didn't fall through the floor, but she still stepped carefully throughout the small appartment. As Inko Midoriya went straight to the kitchen to begin cooking katsudon, Eli and Izuku went to the latter's room, where they sat in silence for a short while.

"Um… maybe we should get to know each other?" Izuku began, his voice trailing off into a muble towards the end. He gathered his courage though, and finally gave Eli a proper introduction.

"Hi, I'm Izuku Midoriya, I'm eight years old, and I like heroes." He told her. "I've always liked them, and it's been my dream for as long as I can remember to become one myself, to save people with a smile. I- I had a hard time keeping going for a while, because they said I was quirkless, and no one thinks a quirkless person can be a hero. Some people call me Deku, useless, but I want to prove them wrong. I want to prove that it's not the quirk that makes the person, but what they do with their lives instead."

Eli raised one hand to her chest and replied in kind. "My name is Mecha Eli-chan. I am based off the historical figure of Elizabeth Bathory. After several disasters befell castle Csejte, it awoke its final weapon. At my awakening, I attempted to replace the original Elizabeth Bathory and rule in her place as a servant of justice. However, I made several errors, and was eventually shown the errors I made in the way I handled responsibility. I became a member of an organisation known as Chaldea after that. I believe that you have somehow acquired a copy of my Saint Graph from that point in my existence."

"A saint graph?" Izuku asked.

"Consider it the template to my soul and self." Eli explained. "I am not the true and original Elizabeth, nor even the original Mecha Eli-chan, but a copy. I am none the lesser for it, but I don't have any of the memories or experiences after that point in my life." Seeing she was confusing Izuku a bit, she explained a bit further.

"Consider us identical twins that were seperated at that moment." She told him. "I am my own person, and she is her own self. While we started the same, we will learn of different things, and become different people from now on."

"You… want to learn?" Izuku mumbled.

"Yes, this world is different from the one I know, and I would like to know about it." She agreed.

"How different?" Izuku furrowed his brow.

"To start, humans did not openly possess powers, or display them like some sort of fictional hero." Eli informed him.

Izuku's eyes lit up then.

"You want to talk about quirks? Heroes?" He asked excitedly, to which Eli agreed.

It was a tentative start to what would one day be a very strong friendship.