izuku born from the ashes ( vigilante izuku )

Chapter 6 : troublesome man

It's been a week since Izuku and Anna arrived in this world, ever since then Izuku and Mina have spent time catching up on lost time. Over the course of that week Izuku had taken on mercenary work, along with beating thugs down for they're money to get Anna a better place to stay. Anna had gotten a job teaching kids self-defense and how to draw, though she didn't look it she loved to draw and sing. With Anna making a decent amount of money she was able to get a better apartment on a calm part of town. Anna had wanted Izuku to go with her but he refused because of his line of work.

Izuku stayed in the small and semi rundown apartment, slowly fortifying it with traps. Over time it became his base of operations and he found it very cozy and calm most of the time. What he didn't account for was his first hero interaction, and it just had to be eraserhead, midnight and present mic. To him the night couldn't get any worse then this, and now he was on the run.

Present mic " STOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!"

Midnight " eraser grab him!"

Eraser " I'm trying damnit!"

Yūyake * turns on voice modifier * " just give up and leave me to work in peace."

Eraser " can't do that. You've broken several laws and will be going to jail."

Yūyake " no can do eraser, I'm trying to do some good. Something heros these day's forgot about, I have a purpose and as long as I'm free I will fight for what I believe in!"

Eraser " well it looks like you fighting days are over!"

Eraserhead threw one end of his scarf which wrapped around yūyake's leg and tripped him. Once he hit the floor yūyake threw a grenade before pulling out a knife to cut the scarf off his leg. In an attempt to not get blown up they all ducked behind a couple of barrels in the alley. Yūyake barely managed to cut through the scarf when the grenade went off, instantly he got up and ran once again. Erasehead was close behind the others taking a few seconds to try and catch up, though they were swiftly left behind with only erasehead still on him.

Eraserhead was slowly catching up with the amount of gear yūyake had slowing him down. One turn after another, eventually they reached a dead end with yūyake being cornered. With nowhere left to run he turned round to confront eraserhead, putting his arms up in a fighting stance. Eraser following his example put his own arms up to prepare for the inevitable fight. Slowly the two move to each other and size up their opponent, watching each other's every movement.

Yūyake " it's never too late to leave well enough alone eraserhead."

Eraserhead " we're far past leaving well enough alone. That option died when you threw the grenade."

Yūyake " I knew you would all be fine. That's why I threw it, it was just a decoy to by me time."

Eraserhead " Sorry but one way or another... You'll be coming with me."

Yūyake " then so be it."

With that the two engage one another With eraser hitting yūyake in the side three times. Yūyake hadn't noticed eraserhead put on gloves with four metal bits covering the knuckles. He moves closer to eraser, throwing too quick jabs to the stomach and one to the face. This was a slow pace fight focus more on who can outlast who in pain endurance. Punches, kicks, kneeing and body slamming, you name it and they had done it.

This fight was drawn out, slow and heavy hitting, yet neither would go down. One hit after another the two kept going unrelenting in their attacks. Despite his armor yūyake could feel the damage building up, and was getting tired from lugging the heavy equipment around. Eraserhead was fairing no better, he was getting tired from the hits against his muscles and certain pressure points. Both of them were becoming sluggish and we're having trouble standing up, yet neither of them could back down, it wasn't in their nature.

With each hit thrown against one another they felt like they were slowly getting something back. Something they had both lost and felt they could never get back. A father, whose son had disappeared in this world and wanted nothing more than to see and hold him again. A son, who abandon his father being unable to carry the burden of the world that he lived in. Neither of them could understand this feeling they both felt and yet it felt almost familiar, frustratingly so.

Neither of them could put their finger on it but they knew it all too well. In this moment they didn't know each other, two men at war fighting for what they both believed in. Both of them feeling justified and continuing to move forward. Neither of them understanding that they were simply angry at themselves for their failure. With each hit against one another, came an understanding of who they both were and why they kept going forward.

They pause for a minute and simply stared on that one another, feeling at peace in that silence. Yet in the end they both understood they had different jobs and no matter what they had to clash. Their hearts were telling them to stop and to think rationally and talk it over, and yet their minds had no idea why they were feeling this way. Out of breath and staring at each other they could only Wonder what this feeling was and why it was so familiar. Standing there in their ignorance, they had no idea that a father who had lost his son, and a son who abandoned his father, were a pair longing to see each other again.

Throughout this whole ordeal eraserhead's scarf had never fallen to show his face, and his goggles never moved from where they were on his eyes. In equal portions to this yūyake's helmet had never come off all be it his lenses a little cracked. So in the end the identity of both men remained a mystery to the other. yet the way they stood and the aura around the other was something they both knew but couldn't place their finger on. With the final look it had become clear to both of them that they were too exhausted to keep going, knowing this yūyake hold out a smoke bomb and detonated it escaping in the cloud.

Eraserhead too tired to go after him so he simply sat down and waited for his team to show up. After about another 5 minutes they did both midnight and present mic reached him. They Spoke a little before going back to U.A University to get eraser looked at. Eraser couldn't get the feeling off his mind, he didn't know what was going on but he knew he would figure it out sooner or later. Meantime he would simply tend to his injuries.

Yūyake, now plain old Izuku after removing the armor, began to tend to his own wounds and injuries. Just like eraser he was stuck on what the feeling was and why he felt it to begin with. You see he never knew eraser was his father, nor that his father was a hero to begin with. To him he felt a strange emotion to a stranger who was trying to imprison him. of course he knew of eraserhead was as he idolized the man when he was younger.

After tending and cleaning his wounds he opened his pip-boy and called his sister. It was early in the morning and she didn't answer, he assumed she was either still asleep or getting ready for work. It was around 8:00 a.m. by now and he was exhausted, he laid down to get a few hours of sleep. He woke up around 5:00 p.m. and decided to make himself something to eat, looking at the pip-boy he sees his sister messaged him. after reading all the messages taking a quick shower and getting ready he has over to his sister's house and brings a small present.

Moving forward another week the same kind of interactions kept happening, Eraserhead and yūyake kept meeting and fighting. At some point they stopped fighting and would simply stare at each other, other times they would talk. No matter how much they talked or fight they could never figure out what is going on with them. Their conversations were odd and yet they would never be caught together, if they were it was when they were fighting. In the end they simply remained a mystery to one another.

That going to do to for this one sorry if it's not a good story but I'm trying here.

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                                                    Artyom 🚇