Standing in the crowd, was Danjuro Toyokazu. Well, the crowd of... seven people. The other six were against this one fourteen year-old, and the location was a dark street full of run-down buildings. The six were closing in on Danjuro, all with their quirks ready to attack this victim to street crime.
'Kid, give us everything out of that backpack, and you'll probably be alive.'. To say Danjuro wasn't scared was one of them things that make a person think you're insane. You could see it on his face that he was, and it wasn't helping him, it just made the criminals more enthusiastic. This particular one who had talked out appeared to be the lead of this. His body was set on a fire, and it was only causing Danjuro to feel worse.
'I-I-'. Danjuro couldn't get much of a word out of his mouth, a single letter would have needed to have been said a hundred times before he could say it.
'Hmm! Can't get a single letter out properly?! Mariko got your tongue?!'. This man had an appearance that suggested he was mentally unstable, and the way he was speaking had the same effect. His Quirk caused him to have an extra arm. There was also a cat-like girl in the group, which was easy to guess that this was Mariko. She looked reluctant, being the only one out of the ring around Danjuro. She also looked around Danjuro's age.
'Speaking about you, Mariko, why aren't you joining in?'. The fire-wielder was speaking again.
'Uh, I'd rather wait. I don't...'. Her voice became more sinister, but it still sounded sort of false. '..want to get blood on my paws.'.
What was worse, is that Danjuro was as good as Quirkless. He did have a Quirk, but doctors couldn't find out how to activate it. Evidence pointed out to him being able to paralyse somebody, but it wasn't known how. Even now, he was still having regular tests, and they were becoming more and more painful, as everything failed. What was even worse, was from as far as he could remember, he had wanted to take up the career of being a hero. Because of that, he had also been interested in U.A., and knowing he couldn't get in without a good Quirk, the chances were very slim. Unless, somehow, his Quirk could be found, or he could suddenly sprout a quirk like the symbol of heroes, Deku, then he would have a chance. But again, the chances were slim.
Danujo is a tall and slim fourteen year-old. His black long hair is always made into a large, thick bobble that makes him look even taller than he is. His eyes are nearly a grey colour, and his skin a very bright peach. In terms of clothing, he wears usually anything, but prefers something like a hoodie and long, dark trousers, and his usual dark purple and black trainers, and then a hot pink wristband.
Suddenly, one of the thugs was thrown forwards, smashing Danjuro across the cheek, which made him fall over, falling into another person, and it was like a butterfly effect. Things were happening infront of Danjuro, and it was amazing, like one of them amazing domino videos online. It ended with a bucket falling off one of the surrounding buildings, and landing on the living fireball, also knocking him over, as a bucket was now his new mask. Then, there was Mariko, who was standing there.
'Yeah, I saved you. You can thank me later, and the police are on their way so we need to go. Do you have any way we can get out of here? Maybe a Quirk? Mine's... out of charge now.'. She looked around frantically.
'You're... not with them?'. Danjuro was confused... but it made sense.
'No, no way! They do no good, and they're just... so... I don't like it! Just because I'm Kuemon's half-brother, it doesn't mean I have to be on his side!'.
'Also, no, my quirk is... pointless in this situation.'. Danjuro was hoping that she wouldn't ask him what his quirk was.
'Well, what is it?'. The worst question possible was asked by Mariko.
'I... can't use it. Nor me or the doctors know how it works, but it should let me paralyse something.'. Danjuro was ashamed of having to tell people this.
'Well... that's pointless even if it worked, and I'm sure you can find out how it works!'. Mariko gave a happy smile.
'As nice as it is for us to be bonding, I personally think we're wasting time.'. Mariko frowned.
Now, the wailing of the sirens, like Present Mic as a baby, could be heard in the distance, and only now had Danjuro spotted a crack through two of the run-down buildings. 'OK, come on, we'll get out of here through here.'. Danjuro immediatedly dashed, and Mariko got the hint and followed through. Now, it was a complex set of buildings the two were at. 'Doesn't this mean we're like.. vigilantes? Or at least... you are?'.
Mariko looked slightly irritated. 'Don't tell anyone, and I'll be fine. A vigilante can't get into U.A., can they?'.
'You want to get into U.A.? What's your Quirk?'. Danjuro noticed after he'd asked her what Quirk she had, that it was obvious.
'It's called Lucky Cat, didn't you see? I can alter luck, in a way, to make a single shot have a massive butterfly effect. Really, it would be called "Butterfly Effect", but cats are cuter than butteflies aren't they? I can look good and not have a school-play costume on, if I'm a cat, right?!'.
'Fair enough.'. Danjuro looked around, to see that the human fireball was back, Kuemon, with his red and white perked-up hair and agressive pale facial features was running at the speed of a human meteor. Danjuro exclaimed, and smashed through a window, and found a few rocks inside. Instead of chucking them at Kuemon, he fired all except one of them at a fast speed over to each window. He'd done this in such a short time that it looked like it could have been any window that he'd hidden in. Mariko managed to sneak past Kuemon, into the same building as Danjuro, and he passed her a rock.
'I don't have my Quirk ready to use. The most I could probably do now is a small chain reaction... I'll try.'. She threw the rock, and it was a good enough reaction to slash Kuemon across the face, and then bounce around, to hit him straight in the stomach. 'Simply the best!'.
'OK, you punks, get out here-'. He noticed Danjuro. '-now!'. The fire on his arm extended like a whip, and it slashed Danjuro across the face, wrapped around his mouth and pulled him towards Kuemon. He landed on the floor, and pointed for Mariko to run. She didn't hesitate, and seconds later, he felt a burning fist punch his face. It repeated over and over again, and there was blood coming from his cheeks. Refusing to call for help, he continued to endure the pain. Mariko was waiting in a distance, through another broken window, caused by one of Danjuro's throws. She had nothing to help Danjuro, so she didn't want to get herself hurt, which was a valid reason to Danjuro.
As he was punched one last time, blood had dripped into his mouth, and he couldn't move his body, except his mouth and eyes. 'Wh-what? Why can't I.. move?!'. Kuemon looked confused and stopped attacking Danjuro. 'Your.. Quirk.. isn't able to paralyse people, is it?'.
'No, it isn't.'.
'Then... what?'.
'Wait a second, you're just trying to distract me, aren't you?'. Suddenly, a long blade slammed into Kuemon, and fired him backwards, onto a wall. A figure, with black messy hair, and a red bandana, among wrecked pieces of clothing and armour, was standing in-front of Danjuro, and was wielding a large katana. Mariko screamed from her hiding spot. It was Hero Killer Stain, who was supposed to be the most secure prison in Japan. He spoke, with an insanely intimidating but calm voice. 'Danjuro.'.
'Kid, give us everything out of that backpack, and you'll probably be alive.'. To say Danjuro wasn't scared was one of them things that make a person think you're insane. You could see it on his face that he was, and it wasn't helping him, it just made the criminals more enthusiastic. This particular one who had talked out appeared to be the lead of this. His body was set on a fire, and it was only causing Danjuro to feel worse.
'I-I-'. Danjuro couldn't get much of a word out of his mouth, a single letter would have needed to have been said a hundred times before he could say it.
'Hmm! Can't get a single letter out properly?! Mariko got your tongue?!'. This man had an appearance that suggested he was mentally unstable, and the way he was speaking had the same effect. His Quirk caused him to have an extra arm. There was also a cat-like girl in the group, which was easy to guess that this was Mariko. She looked reluctant, being the only one out of the ring around Danjuro. She also looked around Danjuro's age.
'Speaking about you, Mariko, why aren't you joining in?'. The fire-wielder was speaking again.
'Uh, I'd rather wait. I don't...'. Her voice became more sinister, but it still sounded sort of false. '..want to get blood on my paws.'.
What was worse, is that Danjuro was as good as Quirkless. He did have a Quirk, but doctors couldn't find out how to activate it. Evidence pointed out to him being able to paralyse somebody, but it wasn't known how. Even now, he was still having regular tests, and they were becoming more and more painful, as everything failed. What was even worse, was from as far as he could remember, he had wanted to take up the career of being a hero. Because of that, he had also been interested in U.A., and knowing he couldn't get in without a good Quirk, the chances were very slim. Unless, somehow, his Quirk could be found, or he could suddenly sprout a quirk like the symbol of heroes, Deku, then he would have a chance. But again, the chances were slim.
Danujo is a tall and slim fourteen year-old. His black long hair is always made into a large, thick bobble that makes him look even taller than he is. His eyes are nearly a grey colour, and his skin a very bright peach. In terms of clothing, he wears usually anything, but prefers something like a hoodie and long, dark trousers, and his usual dark purple and black trainers, and then a hot pink wristband.
Suddenly, one of the thugs was thrown forwards, smashing Danjuro across the cheek, which made him fall over, falling into another person, and it was like a butterfly effect. Things were happening infront of Danjuro, and it was amazing, like one of them amazing domino videos online. It ended with a bucket falling off one of the surrounding buildings, and landing on the living fireball, also knocking him over, as a bucket was now his new mask. Then, there was Mariko, who was standing there.
'Yeah, I saved you. You can thank me later, and the police are on their way so we need to go. Do you have any way we can get out of here? Maybe a Quirk? Mine's... out of charge now.'. She looked around frantically.
'You're... not with them?'. Danjuro was confused... but it made sense.
'No, no way! They do no good, and they're just... so... I don't like it! Just because I'm Kuemon's half-brother, it doesn't mean I have to be on his side!'.
'Also, no, my quirk is... pointless in this situation.'. Danjuro was hoping that she wouldn't ask him what his quirk was.
'Well, what is it?'. The worst question possible was asked by Mariko.
'I... can't use it. Nor me or the doctors know how it works, but it should let me paralyse something.'. Danjuro was ashamed of having to tell people this.
'Well... that's pointless even if it worked, and I'm sure you can find out how it works!'. Mariko gave a happy smile.
'As nice as it is for us to be bonding, I personally think we're wasting time.'. Mariko frowned.
Now, the wailing of the sirens, like Present Mic as a baby, could be heard in the distance, and only now had Danjuro spotted a crack through two of the run-down buildings. 'OK, come on, we'll get out of here through here.'. Danjuro immediatedly dashed, and Mariko got the hint and followed through. Now, it was a complex set of buildings the two were at. 'Doesn't this mean we're like.. vigilantes? Or at least... you are?'.
Mariko looked slightly irritated. 'Don't tell anyone, and I'll be fine. A vigilante can't get into U.A., can they?'.
'You want to get into U.A.? What's your Quirk?'. Danjuro noticed after he'd asked her what Quirk she had, that it was obvious.
'It's called Lucky Cat, didn't you see? I can alter luck, in a way, to make a single shot have a massive butterfly effect. Really, it would be called "Butterfly Effect", but cats are cuter than butteflies aren't they? I can look good and not have a school-play costume on, if I'm a cat, right?!'.
'Fair enough.'. Danjuro looked around, to see that the human fireball was back, Kuemon, with his red and white perked-up hair and agressive pale facial features was running at the speed of a human meteor. Danjuro exclaimed, and smashed through a window, and found a few rocks inside. Instead of chucking them at Kuemon, he fired all except one of them at a fast speed over to each window. He'd done this in such a short time that it looked like it could have been any window that he'd hidden in. Mariko managed to sneak past Kuemon, into the same building as Danjuro, and he passed her a rock.
'I don't have my Quirk ready to use. The most I could probably do now is a small chain reaction... I'll try.'. She threw the rock, and it was a good enough reaction to slash Kuemon across the face, and then bounce around, to hit him straight in the stomach. 'Simply the best!'.
'OK, you punks, get out here-'. He noticed Danjuro. '-now!'. The fire on his arm extended like a whip, and it slashed Danjuro across the face, wrapped around his mouth and pulled him towards Kuemon. He landed on the floor, and pointed for Mariko to run. She didn't hesitate, and seconds later, he felt a burning fist punch his face. It repeated over and over again, and there was blood coming from his cheeks. Refusing to call for help, he continued to endure the pain. Mariko was waiting in a distance, through another broken window, caused by one of Danjuro's throws. She had nothing to help Danjuro, so she didn't want to get herself hurt, which was a valid reason to Danjuro.
As he was punched one last time, blood had dripped into his mouth, and he couldn't move his body, except his mouth and eyes. 'Wh-what? Why can't I.. move?!'. Kuemon looked confused and stopped attacking Danjuro. 'Your.. Quirk.. isn't able to paralyse people, is it?'.
'No, it isn't.'.
'Then... what?'.
'Wait a second, you're just trying to distract me, aren't you?'. Suddenly, a long blade slammed into Kuemon, and fired him backwards, onto a wall. A figure, with black messy hair, and a red bandana, among wrecked pieces of clothing and armour, was standing in-front of Danjuro, and was wielding a large katana. Mariko screamed from her hiding spot. It was Hero Killer Stain, who was supposed to be the most secure prison in Japan. He spoke, with an insanely intimidating but calm voice. 'Danjuro.'.
