6Well 'ello thar again.
This chapter was actually written right after the first one, but I'll instead try to make longer chapters in the future. Which means a week or two between updates. Lo siento, but I want to provide more content per sitting for you guys.
All I wanna say is rest assured, I intend on there being action—I just need to grasp my footing with a bit more buildup for this story.
Shoutout to the first six follows at the bottom!
Peace!
Chapter Two: Please Lemme Narrate, Dammi— [No.]
If anyone was hiking that day, they would've been quite alarmed, suddenly hearing:
"What the f—My/Your fo—FOREARM— WHAT'S ON MY/YOUR FOREARM?! — BUT I/SO YOU DON'T KNOW!/KNOW?!"
Needlessly to say, the boys were entirely bewildered, but they knew unique [or should I say quirky—] things like this could only mean one thing:
Houston, the cinnaboio got a Quirk.
Katsuki glares at Izuku. He balls his hands into sparking fists at his sides, a massive tick on his forehead after he finally recovered from all the shock. [*Windows reset SFX*] "WHY WEREN'T YOU CAREFUL UP THERE, DAMMIT! YOU COULD'VE DIED!"
[Is he's P.O.'d right now? I think he's P.O.'d, guys.]
Izuku was taken aback by the sudden emotional whiplash. [EMOTIONAL DAM—] But even at five years old, he could feel deep appreciation for his friend's concern.
But neither of them said anything for a while. They just sat there [MENACINGLY—] on opposite sides of the same stump.
Izuku would occasionally glance towards Katsuki—who just sat there, non-responsive but clearly upset—only to silently look away.
Feeling stumped [HA, good one], Izuku looks at this strange gem-embedded shield on his right forearm. He had figured this was his Quirk, but hesitated to touch it with his hand. It gave an air of protective comfort, but also constrictive worry. The feel of it was so puzzling to him.
The shield was very light on his arm, but he wanted to take it off out of concern for his arm, or at least un-summon it. So he grabs it, noticing it seems to "attach" by some telekinetic force, and sets it down on his lap.
He rubs his eyes as his adrenaline from near-death fades, thinking about what to say to Katsuki, his shield back on his forearm, what he's gonna tell his mom—
Wait. Shield.
Back up real quick.
"His shield back on his forearm."
Eyebrows furrowed, Izuku looks back at that sentence pensively.
Didn't he just set it on his lap...?
He looks out of the corner of his eye to see if Katsuki noticed—
Wait.
What's that tiiiiny white box floating in the corner of his eye? He turns his head around to look at it, but curiously enough, it stayed exclusive to that corner of his vision. Just what was going on to him now? Was it this shield? [FOCUS ON THE BOX, DAMMIT—I WANT ACTION!]
He brushes it off and looks intently at this weird shield of his. [FU—] He carefully removed it from his arm and hands it to Katsuki. Katsuki glares at Izuku, but holds it anywa—
"Wha—! DEKU! IT VANISHED—!" Katsuki starts to say, but sees it back on Izuku's forearm. "I— Deku, what the hell just happened." [Katsuki's a helluva "what the hell" user now.]
"I... That's what I'm trying to figure out," Izuku answers sheepishly, lightly scratching his head.
Katsuki could only look perplexedly at Izuku's shield-bearing arm. "...Yeet it."
"What?"
Katsuki deadpans at Izuku.
"Yeet. It."
Izuku hesitates, but Katsuki silently tears the shield away and lights up his yeeting hand with explosions
"AP YEET!" Katsuki asserts dominance to the forest. [Yooo, izzaat an AP Shot? Tha's lit.]
The shield soars with such grace and fierocity, even Izuku sheds a tear as three hikers far in the distance raise signs, each with a "10" on it. It even got faster in mid-air, as if another burst propelled it. Katsuki was deeply impressed with himself, watching it like a shooting star and felt a deep connection with it.
And he grinned ominou—[MENACINGL—] ...ominously at Izuku, awaiting something... which made Izuku deeply afraid— is that a faint whooshin— no, it's getting loude—
*CONK!* *RATTLE!*
Izuku saw the stars as his vision darkene— *THUD!*
...
...
Cold.
His face felt cold and wet.
He feels an ominous presence above him.
He opens his eyes.
And Katsuki was grinnin' like a mad dog above him, his wet hands un-cupping from above the green boio's face.
[Did that just— I—I feel the Shield's mechanics were tampered exclusively for this scene... At least Katsuki didn't pull a Jet Lee moment like in The Forbidden Kingdom—]
"...Et tu, Kacchan?" [That was bad. That was a bad joke and you should be ashamed for leaving it here. ...GrrrrAHH! THIS IS BECOMING MORE SHIZPOST COMMENTARY THAN STORY, DAMMI—!]
They went home for the day. Izuku had had enough physical trauma for today.
When her son, Izuku, walks in with scrapes and bruises on his face as she's finishing up dinner, she nearly faints. Midoriya Inko parkours over the dining table while mostly ignoring the spillage of boiling rice now on the floor, quickly inspecting his face and arms, only to see more scrapes and bruises. I think... I'm gonna pass out...
"M-Mom? Are you okay!?" Izuku, deeply worried, shakes her back awake. "Mo—!"
"I—I'm okay, sweetie..." She finishes her hard reset. [*WINDOWS—*] "IZUKU! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"
Startled, Izuku stumbles an response, "AGH...! FELL! ROCK! THAT'S ALL!—I MEAN, I FEEL—FELL! THEREWASALEDGEOUTSIDEANDITRIPPED!"
Inko blinks.
Izuku gulps, his face dripping with sweat.
She blinks again.
Izuku is sweaty enough to pull off Katsuki's Quirk, Explosion, with just the thick tension as the ignition.
She quickly runs off, returning from the bathroom with full lengths of bandages and great wallops of healing ointment in excess, until she trips up while running back during her healing frenzy and spills everything, running back to repeat the cycle.
Izuku exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
His mom, after mummifying him in a burial of bandages, finally calms down.
He as well... begins to calm. The day was so crazy that five-year old—[He was 'bout this age in canon on that forest trip with Katsuki]—Izuku could barely focus. Everything felt so... hectic.
It's like... It's like it's even mirrored through the perception of this [narrative's last chapter]... like, it's almost... rushed... or hectic... or something.
Thoughts and courage gathered, Izuku finally speaks up. "Erm... Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, honey?"
Izuku opens his mouth to speak:
"..."
But hesitates, which that act alone silences all willpower he had to mention his supposed Quirk... which may lead to ask what happened...
"I... You spilled the rice..." He says meekly.
Inko blinks.
Izuku blink.
[I imaginary blink.]
Inko blinks again.
Izuku bli—
"OH NO! OUR DINNER! IT'S SPILLED!" Inko "Mamadoria" bolts up to stand and exclaims, mom magic and Quirk working in harmony to clean the kitchen quickly (with Izuku's help). "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll cook something else up for us!" This made Izuku smile with such youthful purity.
They had a lovely dinner, but Izuku struggled to eat.
Struggled to move with all the bandages wrapped around his body, that is.
But otherwise, Izuku enjoyed it, the thought of his covered-up shield and sores the furthest from his mind, and the air was full of warm laughter and embracing warmth.
Izuku readies himself for sleep, his mom enters to say goodnight, and then there he was, alone and the memories of earlier set loose again. He looks at the corner of his vision for the second time that day.
"So..." Izuku grins in sheer excitement with eyes twinkling almost like an "eyes glow red" meme. "Now what's this little box for...?"
[*zooms in on Mamadoria sliding over the kitchen table* See ladies and gents, that's parkour!]
That centered line right there was an goofy after scene for the purpose of keeping nonsense in every chapter since some chapters later on will have some action-packed seriousness. Plus it's a nice creative outlet. So maybe you'll find more nonsense like this later on.
So originally this chapter felt a bit like an empty room of a story with little world building, but now I managed it into a slighter fuller room with little world building! Progress! Jokes aside, I just needed to smooth out some ideas beforehands so the process can just flooow. This now means I can promise you'll be seeing some more world filling soon, rather than such a bare-bones story.
I'll probably leave the first chapter un-revised since I'm satisfied with this chapter.
But, I will say two things:
One—trust me, I already have plenty of ideas, despite this being less than twenty-four hours old, as of my time right now.
And two—Ah shiz—'cuz shiz got real: This already got six follows on the same day of the first chapter.
It's a small amount, sure, but genuinely: Thank you, Jonreis, Pridefull, Jowen2713 (love the dog pfp), BethxAngel, jstranger55, and TheHuntBegins18—for giving my story a try.
Seriously, I 'preciate it.
For that, I present this new chapter on the same day (my time) as the first chapter.
I hope you enjoy deliciously. (A Tasha the Witch Queen reference.)
For the future, I may shrink these "author's notes" since this AN word count feels eyesore-ingly excessive to my eyes... but who know.
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On a totally unrelated note, I hope I write this story I've called "Plus Ultra Extremes" one day...