The Emperor's Dragon

Reactionary Success

As Izuku walked back to the office he looked around. It was quieter now but he was several hours later than usual. He'd told Kurogiri he would be, so the misty man wasn't waiting for him. They had a group project to do and since Izuku couldn't go around to Ochaco or Hitoshi's house, and they couldn't come to his, they had to work on it after school.

They'd almost got it finished today but they would have to do a bit more tomorrow.

Izuku smiled to himself. He didn't mind. It was nice working with his friends. The street he was walking down was empty. The office was in a commercial part of town. It was surrounded by other offices and the occasional shop. Even they were closed, though Mrs Ioshona from the Doutor's had seen him go by and had given him one of the breads they were disposing off. She'd been surprised to see him so late but hadn't asked questions.

He nibbled the bread as he walked. It was kind of interesting to see everything when it was empty. There was an eerie quietness to the street that was appealing and it made it seem as if the street was there only for him. Izuku smiled to himself at the thought. He knew it wasn't but it was sometimes a nice thought.

In hindsight, he should have been paying more attention.

The bread went flying as Izuku was yanked into one of the alleyways that littered the area. They were there to service the buildings, as companies didn't like to admit that they had to have rubbish collection and sanitation services to their buildings. His bag slammed into his side and appeared to be fixed there.

The sudden movement and constraints knocked the air out of his lungs and Izuku felt himself hit a wall before the world turned upside down. He shook his head, trying to figure out what was happening but he couldn't move beyond that.

"Oh! This one is nice!"

Izuku felt himself slammed into the wall again. It should have knocked the wind out of him but shock absorption meant that he didn't feel much.

"Yep, real nice."

Belatedly, fear washed through Izuku. He hadn't been afraid yet, because everything happened so fast but now, looking into the gloom of the alley he felt afraid. He could make out a figure standing on the far side of the alley but he couldn't tell anything else. Izuku struggled. Gigantomachia had taught him better than this but whatever was holding him did not budge.

"Let me go!" Izuku demanded.

"Oh, you can still talk!" With the words, Izuku felt something wrap around his forehead before his head was slammed backwards into the concrete. Again shock absorption took care of him and he didn't feel much. If he didn't have it, he was sure regeneration would be fixing a cracked skull.

"You are gonna earn me a nice price," the person said again.

"No! I'm not," Izuku growled out. He remembered everything Gigantomachia had taught him and he reached out with a quirk. His quirk. Dad had told him he usually had a delicate touch, in that he could take quirks without knocking out their owner, but he'd been practicing on how to take quirks more like his Dad. This was the time when he had to do it like Dad.

Dragon's Hoard reached out and surrounded the guy's quirk. It was a nasty colour. Izuku snarled again as he yanked it towards him. The man collapsed and Izuku fell to the ground. Gigantomachia had spent a few days just teaching Izuku how to fall, so he rolled and immediately sprang to his feet. The large man was big on ensuring that anyone Izuku fought couldn't later cause problems so Izuku knew what Gigantomachia would expect him to do now. Kick the man such that his knee was ruined but as the guy was already unconscious, Izuku opted for calling Kurogiri.

When the misty man answered, Izuku collapsed to the ground. He looked at his legs, wondering what had happened as he felt tears stream down his face..