Wedding Bells

Nevermore

July 18th, 3:00.
Centre of Tokyo.

"That costume doesn't change a thing. None of you is him. Specially you..."

All the path he had walked since he was Class 1A Representative had brought him before that legendary villain. That was why he had removed his green helmet. It was a mostly relevant piece of his costume, but he must remind Stain who was his opponent for that night.

His mind reconstructed the events slowly but effectively: how he had challenged him in the middle of that clash of green costumes and red scarfs, how he had taken him out of where he could harm the others, the strategy he had followed, the field he had driven him to...

Then... heh, then, like in that old rock song, they went off the rails on a crazy train.

No passengers aboard. Mayor Nezu had previously taken good care of that before taking remote control of the vehicle on his own paws. It wasn't harder to handle than a demolition ball and the Hero Killer wouldn't be able to escape in a train that run across the city.

Of course, that wouldn't make it an easy fight. The key was avoiding body to body combat, but luckily, fighting at high speed was Iida's element and he had the driver on his side, which had saved him on that one ocassion Stain actually managed to paralize him...

"Ingenium...? Ingenium...? Iida!"

Iida's senses got back to work as good as they could on his beaten state when he heard the voice calling his name by the stretcher's side.

"Principal Aizawa... Mr Mayor..." Iida mumbled. "Stain... is...?"

"Don't think about it now" Aizawa responded. "You must rest. Your friends will soon see you."

"Please, sir, I must know... how did it end..." Iida begged.

Nezu sighed.

"You tell me, my boy" the Mayor said, as he gently raised one of Iida's hardly sensitive hands.

Iida checked his hand, which happened to be holding something. Nothing less than the handle of the sword he had broken in half with a superkick during the climax of their fight. The sword he had seen and felt on his own flesh for the first time at age fifteen.

"Stain... is he...?"

"He is, Iida" Nezu proudly answered. "You took him away when the train derailed. The civilians are safe, the villain is caught, the followers are contained, and the heroes are alive to fight another day. Tonight you have honored your family's name like never before."

"What about... the others...?"

"Not now, young man. Like I said, it is time for you to rest" Aizawa patiently insisted. "All I can tell you is that you all carried out the plan to perfection. People have already made official the name of their new Symbol of Peace."

Iida breathed in relief and happiness. Deku wasn't very confortable when he exposed the plan to him, but everybody knew the truth about him, what he was meant to be, and what he already was. That was a time of need, and people needed to know that despite being on a mission where things were worst, what Deku represented would stay with them. Deku was there and would always be.

Not that the others deserved less credit though. He was told that citizens had been ecstatic to see favorite heroes like Froppy, Suneater, Earphone Jack or Sugar Rush protecting their homes under the same flag.

Iida was wondering if Itsuka's group would have been succesful too when another stretcher approached, with another hero lying on it. He was full conscious, all covered in bandages and plaster... except for the place everyone wished Neito Monoma would be permanently covered in bandages and plaster: