Answering the Call (bnha/mha x hxh)

Chapter 1

Hey everyone! Welcome to the sequel of Sacrificed But Still Alive!

Third Person POV

Hitoshi sat quietly up on a rooftop overlooking the city. He'd returned.

If he couldn't clearly feel the bond he had with Hisoka, Illumi, Nyx (by extension Killua) and even Chrollo. He'd have thought himself crazy.

Who'd have thought he'd return to the world he was actually rather happy to have left. All because he himself cried out. He knows for certain that this had never happened before, he'd remember memories of a different life flood into his head, unless of course, he had used his power against himself and forgot.

Alas, that was highly unlikely, cementing the idea that every Hitoshi turned Shade lived and appeared in a different timeline. All appearing within the same one, the one he'd initially been transported into. They were never there at the same time, but the tree was proof enough that they all met in the same timeline of that dimension.

In Hitoshi's opinion, the title of "Shade the World Traveller" was lame. He was essentially the "divine intervention" that transported people into different worlds. Hell, he'd done it to himself.

He swung his legs back and forth, so far, being a god was not at all as amazing as people said it was. He was suffering from a constant headache. People begging to be taken to a different world, to start over. He heard so many voices in his head and had absolutely no idea how to block them out.

Hitoshi groaned softly. He'd stolen painkillers from his mother's cabinet, but they had done absolutely nothing.

5 year old Hitoshi might've needed his parents to survive. Not that they had ever cared enough to properly take care of him, but he hadn't known any better. He thought it was normal for parents to ignore their children, to lock them up (sometimes for days), to beat them when they made mistakes, or even for just existing. Hitoshi hadn't known what real family was until Shota Aizawa (and Hizashi Yamada and Eri) had become his.

If Hitoshi hadn't illegally used his quirk on them when he was younger, his parents would've sold him.

Being a mental quirk, all the progress and control he had over it came back with him. Talking was still something Hitoshi wasn't entirely comfortable with, besides if people think he's mute with a voice activated quirk it'll give him an advantage.

While that was good, his physical strength and speed was that of a 5 year olds. Unfortunately, there was no magician (read: clown) or assassin to beat the strength and speed into him. He'd have to train himself.

Hitoshi's thoughts travelled back to his quirk, it was voice activated...

Hitoshi froze. How had he never thought of this? He had unknowingly set a handicap on himself. If his quirk could move from needing a question to simply his voice. Could it evolve into only needing intent? One blow to his vocal cords and he was done for.

It was a weakness he absolutely had to overcome.

Hitoshi mentally kicked himself, people had never specifically targeted his voice, therefore he'd never thought of it as a liability.

Hitoshi suddenly became hyper-aware of his surroundings. He was in Musutafu, Japan, not a random forest in a world of Hunters. He didn't have a hero license, he couldn't legally use his quirk to train.

It was a good thing then that Hitoshi had little care for legalities anymore. Listing off the things he had to do by priority, it went a little something like this:

Kill / dispose of parents in a way the trash deserves

Silently activate quirk

Build a following ('It could be fun to have worshippers')

Get a hero license, or join a gang / villain group

Avoid adults that think they know what they're doing

Save Eri (would be priority, but she won't be born for another 4 years)

Avoid UA (generally bullshit, Hitoshi already went through it once)

Hitoshi nodded to himself, the list was susceptible to change at any point in time, but it would do for now.

Hitoshi sighed and stood up, his gaze lingered on the people mingling on the street several stories below him. Would he die if he jumped? Could he even die anymore?

Hitoshi pressed his nail into his hand, drawing blood. "Gold...?" he whispered, "What a terrible inconvenience."

'Red, I need it to be red. Or could I pass it off as a quirk side effect? No, too many questions would be asked. It has to be red.'

Hitoshi stared down the blood seeping slowly from his cut, he willed it to turn red. It slowly started taking on a more red tinge, turning a light pink. "Fuck, I need this to work." he muttered, prayers wouldn't get him anywhere. He could- would- do this.

Hitoshi smiled pleased as his hand bled a nice crimson shade. The cut closed and healed a few seconds later, leaving his hand stained.

"Kid."

Hitoshi froze, he'd been so lost in his single minded focus he'd forgotten he was standing on the edge of a roof in a city full of heroes.

"Move away from the ledge, carefully."

Hitoshi turned around, he glanced at the hero who'd come to 'rescue' him. It wasn't anyone he recognized.

Hitoshi suddenly had the overwhelming urge to jump off the ledge, just to prove that he could (correction: he could in his older body, maybe even now if he was 'immortal' like gods are rumoured to be, but he wasn't stupid enough to tempt fate so early in his adventure).

Hitoshi chose the safe path and made a quick beeline to the roof access door, completely ignoring the hero.

"Hey! Wait!" The hero gripped Hitoshi's shoulder, halting his movements.

"You want something?" Hitoshi drawled.

"I- where are your parents?"

"At home." Hitoshi internally groaned, fucking heroes. "Are we done here?"

"No, I need to take you in." The hero said.

Hitoshi arched an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because you were about to end your life?" The hero asked.

"Was I now? Funny, I wasn't aware of that." Hitoshi shrugged off the hero's hand, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have places to be." Hitoshi could feel he was dangerously close to his limit.

"Places to be...? Hey now, wait a second, aren't you like four?"

This hero was wasting time Hitoshi didn't have. He could visibly see the hero's eyes begin to dull, the hand that had been ready to grab him again was slowly retreating.

"I..." The hero gripped their head, "What...?"

Hitoshi watched carefully, he had given no verbal commands. And yet, his power was clearly doing something. It didn't take long for the hero's knees to hit the ground, the memory of Hitoshi's face slipping away.

Hitoshi chuckled darkly, "Should've let me go." He continued on his way to the roof access door, the sound of the hero's body hitting the roof was nothing more than white noise to Hitoshi, he had people to dispose of.

Thoughts?

This chapter feels short, but it's the first one, so I can't really expect much from myself.