Born of Blood

Homecoming

The clouds passed by in a blur of white and blue. It was a short moment of rest, a moment where she saw the world with her eyes and not from behind her blindfold. Up here everything was devoid of deception or fabrications of any kind. It was the one place where she... where they can avoid drawing weapons.

A small sigh came from her lips. The private plane provided by Maverick jostling slightly with turbulence. Her left index finger rubbing against her left thumb, hand resting in her lap while her right cupped the underside of her jaw and propped her head up. It had been 5 hours since the plane had taken off and it would be 5 more until they reached land. A land where neither held any form of pleasant memories from.

2B's eyes left the small window of her cushioned seat and instead focused on Raiden. He to felt what she did, his own eye staring outward. His body covered by a thick three-piece suit, to anyone glancing he would pass off as anyone else. She guessed it was due to the sensitivity of this mission. She didn't see him as unnerving, nor was his synthetic body frightening but of course not everyone was like her.

'U.A...' It was a hero school that anyone in Japan would kill to get admitted to. It was there that they were headed. She ran over the parameters for this mission, they were to provide security for the U.A first years and to investigate the growing movements of villain groups. Though the first was a secondary priority compared to the second objective.

The Patriots, she thought they were done with them but...

The hand in her lap raised to her stomach, teeth lightly biting into her lips, they were there in Japan.

"2B."

The call of her codename forced her focus back on Raiden, one of his metallic hands now resting on the table, palm facing upward and allowing her hand to slip into its embrace. He was changed from what they did, but Jack, her Jack was still here.

With her.

The discomfort he showed on his face as he looked at his own hand fading once hers rested on top.

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The damage of the U.S.J was inconceivable. Nezu looked at the decimated grounds with a sigh. First someone had broken U.A's defense, next files were stolen, and lastly despite his adherence to Maverick's speculation, something like this had happened.

The possible reasons were many. Momo Yaoyorozu, the only daughter of the Yaoyorozu fortune. Shoya/Shoto Todoroki, last born twins of Endeavor. Izumi Yagi, daughter of the number #1 hero, and finally All Might himself. From the reports given by the students, All Might had been the target. That was not surprising, no one can become the number one hero without having enemies, especially knowing the past of All Might's quirk.

What the animal hadn't expected was the attackers themselves. An amalgamation wielding multiple quirks, that was terrifying. A monster that could heal, was on par with even the weakened number one hero in both speed and strength.

Getting outside help.

This was a necessity.

He was convinced of that and so was the hero association.