"No offence, but I'm not really a fan of sleeping on rocks." A small girl who looks no older than thirteen, with black hair reaching her lower back, eyes the colour of nightshade and wearing a black cat onesie, gazes through glazed, sleepy and unimpressed eyes at a large mountain with a cave-entrance a small distance from where she stands. "Then I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when you see the inside." Standing next to the little girl is Apollo. The cane-wielding young man smiles and offers to lead the way to the foot of the mountain with a gentlemanly swish of his cane.
They soon reach the cave entrance, though the young girl has managed to finagle her way upon the murderous young man's shoulders as her eyelids come close to shutting. Apollo chuckles, gazing at the perfectly semi-circular rim of the entrance, carved immaculately like chiselled marble. "If she was this delicate all the time, she wouldn't have such a hard time getting a man." "I heard that, you jackass!" A gruff, female voice echoes from within the mountain base. "Crap." Apollo grimaces as the small girl yawns, effectively woken up by the shout. The sound of something being flung through the darkness catches Apollo's ears. In one swift motion, he outstretches his free hand and catches the flying object. He grunts as the force behind the thrown object causes him to skid back the length of two steps.
He sighs, looking down at the object he caught to find an exquisitely crafted metallic cane in his grasp. "What?" "She looks strong." The small girl makes an offhand comment as Apollo swallows what little saliva he has down his dry throat. From within the dark entrance, walks a tall woman whose bronze coloured body had been chiselled to perfection. Her short red hair is held out of her face by a yellow headband with a plain, purple pattern. Her white tube top leaves little to the imagination, revealing her remarkably toned abs while her thin, short pants leave her powerful thighs completely exposed. Finally, she wears large black boots and a pair of thick gloves. Her steely, golden eyes shoot a dangerous glare at the pair of new arrivals as sweat pours down her entire body. "Treat this one a little better, dumbass. I'm getting sick of fixing your other one." The burly woman points indelicately at the young man's cane. At a closer look, it's clear that the support item has been repeatedly broken and repaired, treated with very little love by its owner.
Apollo lets out an awkward chuckle. "Hey, I can't help it if their security's a little tougher than expected." "Liar. You're just a careless piece of shit." "You're not wrong but did you really have to say it?" The two share a chuckle before the muscular woman lightly tosses a small object at the young man. "The boss had me make that for you." Apollo glances down at the object, taking in the elegant design before removing his sunglasses and replacing them with the visor he just received. The black rimmed, slim visor fits perfectly as the small girl on his back stares lazily through the one-way, multicoloured material, unable to see the young man's eyes. He runs his fingers along the trim, finding a small dial on the left side. "That's something Athena added. Test it out sometime." "Will do."
The bronze-skinned woman turns, entering the mountain base before stopping for a moment. "Take the little one inside. The others are waiting." With that, she continues inside. "I'm not little. I'm cute." "Sure, whatever you say, shortie." The sleepy girl gently wraps her arms around Apollo's neck before tightening her grip, choking the young man for a moment until she's satisfied when a short, surprised yelp escapes his throat. The 'cute' girl gains a mischievous smirk as she finally relents and lets go of Apollo's throat, allowing him to carry her inside.
As they cross the entrance, it feels like they have stepped into another country or another age entirely. Even the sleepy little girl's eyes widen when she sees the Corinthian architecture and flat, almost marble-like floors that sparkle in the light of the contrastingly high tech lighting. Once the two have managed to find their way to a larger, more open area they're greeted by the presence of five others; three of whom, are sitting at the large conference table in the centre of the room. Standing to the side with her back to the wall and her arms crossed in front of her, is the bronze-skinned woman from earlier. Sitting on the left side of the room, with her feet on the table and her arms behind her head, is a slender woman with an almost elf-like appearance. With her long ears, green and gold outfit designed with mobility in mind and the contrastingly modern bow, the image of an elf is certainly present. Her messy, blonde hair, sharp blue eyes and unladylike posture ease the mind of such thoughts however.
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My Hero Academia: Split Path
ФанфикThis is the story of a boy who dreamt of being a hero like Allmight, as many other children have before him. This however, is not the story of how he became the number 1 hero. That is not his story. Fear, hatred, anger, sadness, pain, loneliness. On...
