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"What the hell! Get the fuck out of my way, you damn extras!" Bakugou roared, palms popping and sizzling as he seethed at the two mafiosi that stood before him. The red haired one drew a gun, while the other pulled a blade, wielding it in a way the suggested he was well prepared to use it at any moments notice.
Adrenaline filled their veins at the sight of the weapons, moving into fighting stance, realizing getting past the duo would be impossible without a fight.
Just as it seemed they were about to engage, the two criminals gave pause, seemingly listening to something they themselves were incapable of hearing. Anxiously, the teenagers awaited their next move.
"You get that, Gin?" The redhead inquired, grinning ear to ear, and the silent dark haired boy nodded slightly, eyes trained on the students.
"Guess we've been given the okay to kill these brats and move forward! Let's make it quick, yeah?" More people trying to kill them, it seemed, and with their weapons levied against them, the students moved into a defensive position, sweat beading on their foreheads.
Were they... only going to use weapons? No quirks?
... Would they need quirks to fight them? To beat them and flee with Dazai in tow, dragging the boy whom they had, just a half hour earlier told that it was their duty to protect, no matter what?
Midoriya steeled himself for a fight, One For All setting his veins alight like liquid fire as he moved into a defensive position, facing the two offenders.
"You dumb bastards! I'll kill you dead God dammit! I'll blow you to pieces, there'll be nothing left!" Of course, Bakugou leaps forward first, fists crackling viciously as he thrusts his palm at the redhead boy, missing by mere inches as he leaps backwards. A hail of bullets rains upon them from the nameless, suited mafiosi stood behind the other two teens, sending the others rolling to the ground to avoid them.
Bakugou doesn't back off, however, lunging forward after the teen he had previously made for, only to have the black haired boy meet him head on, knife swiping at his throat, the blonde only just barely escaping the surprisingly forward attack.
"Kacchan!" Midoriya cries, leaping forward and off the ground toward the redhead that had circles around the back of the other boy while he was distracted, readying to callously put a bullet in his head.
Electricity jumps across his fist as he swings at the Mafiosi, who makes a startled noise at the sudden closeness between them, thrusting himself backwards only to have his shirt caught in the others hand, holding him in place as Midoriya strikes him in the cheek, sending him flying backwards into the group of gunweilding men, sending them sprawling to the ground, shocked noises filling the air as the are toppled to the ground by their better.
"Go Deku!" Uraraka cheers, thrusting a fist in the air before bursting into action, along with the others.
"Dammit, shitty Deku! I didn't need your damn help!" Bakugou howls, throwing a thundering punch towards the black haired teen who swiftly dodges, sneaking glances at his fallen comrade, who is still attempting to get to his feet in the pile of black suits and tinted sunglasses.
"It sure looked like it." Todoroki hummed to the other, ice arching elegantly above him as he freezes a group of Mafia members who had climbed to their feet.
"Shut it, half and half!" Bakugou howls, sparks escaping his fist attempts to make contact with the mask wearing mafioso, who dances and dodges his hits with all the elegance of a professional dancer.
"Dammit! Stay still so I can kill you, for fuck sake!" He dips and weaves, not even Todoroki's attempt at freezing him in place works,
"Please, let us pass! We need to help him!" For Midoriya's pleading, he is met we a knife, just grazing his cheek.
"Deku!" Uraraka gasps, lunging forward, just barely managing to plant her hand against the criminals back, their body growing weightless as he... she? Let's out a surprised yelp ad they float.
"That was a great move, Uraraka-san!" Midoriya praised, and the brown haired girl turned a vivid shade of red in the face, shuffling in place, clearly very flustered by the compliment, something Midoriya does not seem to take note of.
Bakugou thinks they're both jackasses.
"Let go, guys!" Midoriya grins, taking off in a sprint back towards the school to rescue Dazai. The rest of the group follows him.
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"All this work just for the suicidal brat... what a pain in the ass! By the end of this, I'll just damn well kill him myself!" Chuuya grinds his teeth, glancing around the over the top training room he is stood in before kicking a wall with all his might, the side of the building collapsing with the force of it, dust and debris filling the air like a thick, demanding fog.
"However your intending ta' kill, I'm 'fraid you won't be able to! After all, I'm about to beat you to a bloody fuckin pulp!" A distinctly feminine voice calls from behind him, and he turns to catch a glance at whichever crazy bitch has shown up to pick a fight with him.
Long white hair, dark skin and piercing red eyes staring at him with an intensity and bloodlust of which he has only seen in the mirror.
"Hah? Lady, you think you can do shit to me?" Hands stuffed in his pockets securely, he leans forward to further study her in the dusty air, a similarly nasty grin forming on his face as he analyzes her.
This chick... just might actually put up a fair fight.
"Guys like you think you're hot shit just 'cause you can break some shit, but in the end you're just a little pebble in the way of the big guys, 'causing trouble for all us heroes just because you want to stand out." Miruko crouches down, thighs flexing as she does, hands pressed to the ground, preparing to leap forward at the hotheaded redhead.
"Yeah? Well, I'll show you just how fucking powerful gravity can be when I crush you!" The concrete beneath his feet cracks and bends, dust shooting up into the air, clouding their surroundings. They can both still make out each other's silhouettes, but to any onlookers, they are completely hidden.
Miruko moves quickly, leaping forward with a kick, aiming it at the redheads chest, but he jumps to the side, the concrete below them rumbling as debris is shot towards her, missing just barely as she thrusts herself high into the air, above the dust cloud.
Chuuya follows her, rising into the air, aiming a punch at her. She catches his hand, swinging her body onto his back, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and choking hard with her arm.
Gravity increases on her, but she doesn't let her drag her away from him, she just holds on tighter, dragging him down lower with her.
"You... fucking... bitch!" He grinds out, body tensing as gravity drags them both down, landing on the ground once more, the force of it rattling the woman down to her bones, but even then she does not let go. She pulls even harder on the arm across his throat, and his body trembles with a lack of oxygen.
The air parts, and with it goes the dust, revealing a massive chunk of concrete headed her way. It makes no move of stopping, and so she kicks off of him, flying forward and across the way.
A shadow is cast above her and she leaps away once more, the boulder just at the finger tips of the man as he slams it hard into the concrete where she had just been.
"That's one powerful quirk you've got there! If only the one using it wasn't so damn incompetent," He face tugs into an ugly sneer, and she knows he's now truly pissed.
"I'm the incompetent one, you cunt? You'll be nothing but a smear on the fucking ground when I'm done!" He shouts, and the ground splits, concrete rising in the air, glaring a soft red and he manipulates it. They come at her in quick succession, but she herself is quick, and so she dodges quickly, leaping and twisting, only a few minor cuts and abrasions littering her body.
Her being virtually unharmed seems to set him off.
Her pulse spikes as the ground beneath her rises up, and quickly she jumps away, watching the surrounding ground rise away in bits above, forming a massive amalgamation of debris, casting a massive shadow even on this cloudy day.
It's big, the size of a large building by the end, and it's right above her, and she's fast, she knows she is, and so he.
That's why he accounted for it, and her not being fast enough.
She pushes hard and fast, but it's so close, it's nearly hitting her and there's several more meters left-- she thinks of aced high-school gym classes and tries to beat the race, but gravity is faster.
It's all dark for a moment.
"Demon Snow! Protect her!" It's a younger feminine voice, off in the distance, but the affect of the command is nearly instanteous and the world around her lights up a soft blue as a tall, looming, ghostly figures takes the brunt of the concrete, leaning over her and catching it on its back.
The beast does not blink, just looks at her with a vacant, expressionless face there is little thought in its mind other than fulfilling the demand.
As everything settles, her ears ring, but the sunlight stings at her eyes once more as the ghostly figuring stands upright, throwing the debris off it, observing Miruko as she carefully springs out of the space it had made and onto the concrete.
She hears footsteps and turns, and a little girl dressed in a traditional red kimono darts past her, grabbing her wrist along the way and tugs her away from the fight. Stunned, Miruko glances back and around, watching and the ability now targeted the mafioso ferociously.
With the young girl who had saved her, she further advances into the schools campus.
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Atsushi Nakajima is still very new to this.
In fact, he is SO new to this, that he would greatly rather not be doing it. At all.
But he is, and he knows why. And so while he's intimidated, greatly so, he backs up Kunikida as they move through the wreckage of the campus, overturned vehicles, set ablaze and filled with bullet holes, others crumple up under the weight of gravity, it's a war zone out here, looking ever the more grim as they continue through.
They had split off from the others, Kenji and Tanizaki starting in their own direction along the south side of the campus, Yosano taking the north on her own, leaving Atsushi and Kunikida to head straight into the fray themselves.
Atsushi is nervous as the pass through, gun in hand and posed at the ready, taking Kunikida's back. Entering the school, it's quiet, nearly silent as they creep through, the only noise that of their muted footfalls echoing through the wrecked halls. Atsushi steadies the trembling in his hands, sucking in a deep, centering breath, rolling back his shoulders and clearing his mind, just as Kunikida had taught him to.
"Atsushi-kun, you clear that room and I'll clear this one." Kunikida moves to the edge of the door frame, peering into the other classroom, and Atsushi follows suit, bracing his body at the door, gun ready as he slowly inches the door open, peering in.
He sees nothing and gently steps further in, the desks are still in place, but he swears he sees movement in the corner of his eye.
Leaning in closer to get a better look, his instincts are suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to jump back, quickly, and he does, yelping as a large, stretchy fist fills his vision, startling him further.
"Atsushi-kun?!" He hears Kunikida shout, but there are harsh whispers and the hand retracts from its close call, a teenage girl with red hair peaks out at him, followed by a blonde haired boy wearing a sneer and a purple haired kid with deep, dark eye bags.
"Wait, you're not a villain!" The girl gasps, apology written across her face, and Kunikida's at his side in an instant, gun pointed at the teens, ready to defend his young coworker.
"Are you UA students?" The blonde man demands, and they nod, shock and stress colouring their faces, body language tense and defensive.
"Who are you?!" The blue eyed boy snaps, looking the most nervous of the bunch.
"We're detectives with the Armed Detective Agency. We heard about the situation here and came as quickly as possible." Kunikida lowers his gun away from them, and they relax a little, as much as they try to hide it. "Where are the rest of your classmates?"
"I'm not sure, class hadn't yet started so not everyone was here when it started. They could be anywhere on campus." The redheaded girl replies, concern tinging her pretty features.
"Right," Kunikida pushes his glasses up his nose, light reflecting from them nearly comically. "Come with us and do not get in the way. We'll reunite you with your classmates while we settle this issue with the Port Mafia." The blonde boy bristles, clearly taking his words as insult, but with a quick buy harsh pinch from the girl that makes him cringe with sympathy, he settles down.
The next couple rooms they check are desolate, some in dissaray while others look ready to be taught in at any given moment, the three students remaining silent behind them as they do this.
It's quiet, until Atsushi's senses are screaming and his hand is moving on instinct, head ducking away and arm burning with a fierce, violent ache that has grown familiar over these last few months since joining the Agency.
"Hngh--!" A blade impaled his arm to the brick wall where his head had previously been, long and sleek, a katana.
"Your arm--!" The girl cried, but Atsushi yanks it out, throwing it down the hall as far from him as possible. It bleeds less than expected, only fine lines of dark, thick blood drooling from the wound, and while it exits his body on the other end, it's surprisingly not that severe. It shouldn't take long at all to heal, not even close to necessary to visit Yosano over.
Kunikida fires at the assailant, a lizard-like man with even more blades strapped to his back, who dips out of sight of the man.
"Kunikida-san! I can chase after this guy! You should be able to continue on!" Kunikida's a little surprised at his confidence, but it had grown under the man's guidance, and so he nods an affirmative, face steeled in trust.
"Follow me!" He demands, and despite the girls protest, that they should stay to make sure Atsushi is okay, they follow after him.
Beast Beneath the Moonlight writhes beneath his skin, and he allows it to reshape his hands and feet, expanding into the fierce furry appendages, leaping through the linoleum halls with the loud thud of his feet.
The surprise displayed on the Lizard man's face is intense as he glances behind him at Atsushi, a yelp escaping him as he turns around, drawing his blades and throwing one in his direction.
I'm comparison to Akatugawa-kun's ability, a few flimsy swords are easy to deflect, slapping them away into the lockers lining the walls.
Horror dawns on the other man's face as he realizes his mistake, and instead he turns to flee further into the building. Atsushi gains on him quickly, both his speed and strength far superior than his, his clothing just coming into reach as they turn a corner.
The lizard ducks and rolls, surprising Atsushi, and he is met with a wall of blue, smoldering flames head on.
It's overwhelming, his clothing singing, skin burning, but his healing factor is too powerful, the skin reknitting itself only to be burned once again. Just as he thinks that he is about to fall, Beast Beneath the Moonlight takes the reins, entire body taking on the shape of the tiger as he is carried forward by his ability.
As the beast leaps forward, a surprised by pleased expression forms on the scarred man's face, ducking out of the way of his siaring claws, leaving them to rip into the side of the lockers, tearing them to pieces with its strength.
"Well look at that," the man whistled at the damage, fire burning at his fingertips as he once again shot a torrent of flames in his direction, this time not even making contact with him. "If you'd hit me with that, you'd have killed me! Pretty unheroic, if you ask me, though it's no surprise for you heros." His tone is mocking, and in turn the tiger roars, a bone rattling noise as it releases its frustrations.
"J-Jesus, Dabi, who is this guy?!" The lizard cries, drawing his blade defensively as he looks on at their tussle.
"If I remember right, this is Atsushi Nakajima from the Armed Detective Agency. A pretty morally grey group that gets special treatment from the government to do what they want." And it's... not entirely wrong. They held significantly more powers than the regular hero agency's, in fact they're allowed just as much, if not more sway than All Might. They are allowed to kill, so unlike any other hero who would be ostracized for such a thing... they were held to a different standard.
"T-the guy who stopped that ship from destroying Yokohama?" The tiger dogs it's hind legs into the linoleum floor, gouging and tearing the tiles apart as he lunged directly at the other man. The villain aimed for the tigers head, and so when his body shrank back down to its more normal size, taking back control from the Tiger with thanks, it misses him by a broad margin, allowing him to get in close and land a hit to the man's gut, sending him flying down the halls with its force.
"Dabi!" The lizard shouted in alarm, and the man covered in patchy scars stood, wavering in his place as he did.
"Look at that, Tiger boy, you tricked me.
They're conflict had only just begun.