Beating Hearts! Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Beating Hearts! The new name for the ‘Let the beat drop!’ rewrite!

Now, why am I rewriting that fic, you may ask? That’s because I failed the plans and expectations I had for it. I failed the fic itself as a writer, and I hate it.

Beat Drop is a fic that I deeply love, and loved writing it… But I messed up in it’s writing by letting my original hate for certain things guide me forward a bit too much, so I shall rectify that.

What to expect? It’s a light cross-over with Honkai Star Rail, a game I’ve become addicted with for the amazing story and beautiful characters, and the plot and waifus.

Some things from that Game have been brought in here, and fused with the setting, as you’ll see in the chapter and in the future ones.

Another change is… The fic will be much slower. U.A. won’t start for quite a few chapters, as I want to focus on character growth and relationship growth, training and just daily stuff. I want to make Kyoka’s music passion shine even more than usual.

Finally, a warning. There’s Futanari stuff in this fic, and while in the original the waifus were the Futas, this time Kyoka is the Futa. Soo… Yeah, ya have been warned.

Either way, hope ya enjoy it! Updates on Patreon stuff shall pick up… Well, soon. So yeah, rejoice!

Toodles!

I blink and stare into the mirror before me.

Lazy eyes on a fictional face I know very well blink back at me.

I scratch my chin in thought, and the fictional character follows suit.

I sigh together with my reflection.

“Son of a fat raccoon…” I curse beneath my breath as the reflection of Kyoka Jirou – Or Jirou Kyoka, depending on Japanese standards– imitates me yet again.

This is some straight up bullshit. I just went to sleep, gimme a break!

And I hate My Hero Academia too! Why have I been cursed like so?!

Luckily, I kind off… merged? Yeah, merged. I merged with Kyoka, so we are one and the same, and I didn’t take over her body. Or I am deluding myself I have not done such a horrid thing.

I have all of her memories and my old ones, which are useful due to the meta-knowledge – which I should really start writing down, just in case – and preparing for what is to come.

The big question is; Do I just get the fuck outta dodge, or actively try to stop the bullshit that happens in canon due to the constant failures of the main cast?

I sigh through my nostrils and take a seat at my new desk, then grab a new notebook and pen.

Okay-What do I know about my Quirk? I can extend my jacks and plug them into things – they also have the ability to change size in order for different ports – and I can use them to release the sound of my own heartbeat.

Hear better, and amplify the sounds that are ejected from them. Specifically, my heartbeat

In canon, her Hero Costume made use of amplifiers to release the power of sound in concentrated blasts… But I’ll be honest, that’s far too little. It won’t match my needs.

I’ll need something utterly terrifying. Something that can enhance and amplify the sounds I release to horrifying levels.

Hmm- Wait, first off, how’s the whole technology situation here?

The year is 2317, nearly three whole centuries ahead of when I used to live, so the technology has to be advanced… right?

Turns out that the answer is… It kind off is.

The immense majority scientific advancement have been made to create better Support Gear for Heroes – a total goddamn waste of resources – though, so there’s no civilization on the Moon or Mars.

Hell, they even seemingly stopped sending probes to Mars apparently.

One good thing that is insanely fucking cool in my eyes – but also a damn good use of resources – is the Orbital Elevator and Orbital School of U.A., far above Japan.

Yes. U.A. here is in fucking space!

No other country has that, apparently, so it’s probably Japan wanting to flex and style on everyone like idiots.

Like they did with All Might by declaring him the World Symbol of Peace when he resides in Japan and sure as hell ain’t as fast as Superman, making him able to go around the globe in minutes.

I’ve always hated the dick-sucking Hero Propaganda that ended up biting them in the ass in the manga, and it’s the same thing here.

It’s just a cash cow at this point. They clearly don’t care about people’s lives, only about the profit they can bring.

Though other countries do have facilities on the Orbital Ring, but the only other Orbital Elevator is in America, so to use it they either send ships there or go to either Japan and/or America to use their elevators.

Either way… Apparently there’s also an Orbital Ring around Earth, which I should be able to see at night due to it’s lights.

U.A. is attached to it, part of the Space Station interior together with the majority of it’s facilities, with another good majority still being down on Earth.

Where in the hell they even managed to find the resources to build that- Ah wait, perhaps some Quirk generated ones? Like Momo’s Creation Quirk but just focused on other materials and metals.

Okay, so… I’ll have to be a Hero. I doubt I can convince my family to just up and leave Japan before the Heroes fail and crumble due to their incompetence, so I can only try and fight against it.

I’m forced to live here, and this world is threatened by a Demon King wannabe enthusiast, so I can’t enjoy my life with the fucker still kicking around.

Well, at least the technology is good for the gear I might need, though I still better make more researches and write anything of interest down just in case.

Next is training. Right now I am not trapped in a sickly and weak body, and Kyoka has already been quite physically active, going on runs each morning and afternoon.

But that won’t be enough. I need to work on my strength too, so I’ll need weights.

Which reminds me… Didn’t U.A. use Gravity Weights to hinder their teachers during an exam? I have to see if I can find and order some, because they might be very useful.

What else? Ah, focusing on my studies, as I have around… two years and a half before U.A. starts- Ah, it’s a University here. Hence why I am nearly seventeen now.

Fuck, how many more changes are there? Orbital Elevator, U.A. in space, Orbital Ring, what else? Space Villains?

I’ll have to do more researches and find out anything I do not know about this world. Any changes that could affect my knowledge of the future and fuck me over.

I can only prepare as much as I humanly can since the fate of this world is gonna get handed down to an abused dude with Stockholm Syndrome and a constant erection for his abuser.

And speaking of abuse… I shudder as I brush my hands over my arms and sides, a small smile tugging at my lips from the new feeling of pristine flesh instead of scar-riddled skin.

This will take some getting used to, but at least now I won’t be haunted by them any longer.

Well, I got some other stuff to get used to…

I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks burn as I shift my legs, feeling my newly added feature…

Fuck’s sake, I know I loved them but this is just crazy now!

“Kyo! Breakfast’s ready!” I perk up at Mom’s shout, making me sniff and sit up, then gather my notebook and pen so to further scribble down some notes.

I exit my room and swiftly make my way towards the kitchen, feeling so hungry that I might just eat the table and silverware too.

I’ll have to work on a diet and training plan, see about finding a good gym to start off my training while also make sure that I take my time to enjoy my hobbies and things.

Kyoka’s a beautiful singer with a wonderful voice, but old her was too shy to sing with her parents, who have a music studio.

I do not have such problems, so I’ll probably abuse that to recreate my favorite songs and masterpieces if they don’t exist here.

As for writing, I generally have an amazing memory, so maybe I can write novels about movies I saw? Insterstellar is a must since it’s my all time favorite, and maybe even Inception.

Remaking the music will be a bit hard- Actually, scratch that. Dad can help, his Quirk is made for this.

His Quirk is always active and helps people find what they are looking for with ease, though it’s range is just five meters.

It even works with music, I believe, so it should help me find the right notes and tunes over a bit of time and testing.

“Morning!” I greet my new family with a grin, sliding into my seat while wiggling my brows.

It’ll take some getting used to since I now have a father, but eh… I’ll just be my usual sort of little shit, just with a bit of Kyoka added to it.

Case in point, Dad blinks at me from his spot on the other side of the table. “Well, it’s good to see you back to good health.” He hums and shrugs, making me raise a confused brow. “You looked like a corpse yesterday.” Huh, I don’t remember that.

Weird. I’m feeling quite good right now, though.

“Morning, hun.” Mom greets sweetly, reaching out to pinch my cheek- Only for me to chomp her fingers out of sheer instinct. Yep, still got the little shit energy. “Hey!” And of course I get bonked on the head.

Ow.

Mom huffs and rubs her fingers against her apron while setting a plate in front of me. “Eat your breakfast, not my fingers.”

“No promises.” Ow. Got bonked again.

Oh right, her Quirk’s similar to mine, isn’t it? “Hey mom, can you give me some advice?” She blinks as she takes her own seat at the table beside Dad.

I keep going only when she nods. “How do you think I should train my Quirk?” I ask her, wiggling my own jacks like waves.

The question actively brings mom to a pause, her gaze lowering to her plate in thought as she pokes her eggs. “Our Quirk isn’t only our jacks.” She starts, reaching up to tap her ears as she turns to look at me.

“Our ears are also more sensitive than normal, so… Maybe you can train your hearing? Both with and without your jacks?” Huh, that’s actually a good suggestion.

I swiftly write it down while chewing my lower lip in thought. My whole thing will be based around sound, so… Better hearing should be a must, as it will definitely help me hear enemies coming from afar.

Being capable of hearing their breathing or heartbeats ahead of time will surely be a very useful skill, so I should try and find ways to work on that.

So much to think about, and so much to do. All just to keep my life somewhat safe and intact.

“What are you thinking about?” I perk up at Dad’s question, then shrug.

“I think I want to look for a good Gym Membership and go harder on my training.” Both parents hum and nod in understanding at that.

“For U.A.?” I nod at Dad. Gotta get used to having a dad now. “What kind of Hero do you wanna be then?”

Hn, good question.

“One that will make Villain death statistics hike through the roof, duh.”

“KYO?!”

“What?” I hold back a snort as Dad starts choking, having clearly inhaled the egg he had just put in his mouth. Nearly came outta his nostrils there. “Am joking.” Maybe.

Mom just pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh while Dad hammers his fist against his chest, laughing and coughing at the same time.

“T-That caught me off guard…” He wheezes out, downing a glass of water to regain his bearings before shooting me a thumb’s up. Which ends up earning him a slap over the head from Mom.

“But yeah, I do not know if I’ll stick to the Support Role, or be more active on the field.” I drawl out, tapping my notebook with my pen. “My Quirk makes it a very good Support Role tool, but with the right Gear I can be a very hard-hitter.” Because sound and vibrations are outright horrifying if weaponized.

“Either way, trips to the Gym are required, yes?” Mom points out, and I nod.

“Hm!” Dad suddenly lets out a sound, drawing our attention to him. He quickly swallows whatever he was chewing and wipes his lips before perking up. “We can even save up money on the Gym!”

“A friend of mine won this thing recently, but had no use for the price, so he gave it to me knowing that you wanted to be a Hero.” Cleaning his hands, he fishes out his phone with a thoughtful frown as I lean forward. “Something about these new weights that use gravity, or something…”

Motherfucker, this is a huge stroke of luck! And I’m unlucky!

“What is it about?” This is really a big stroke of luck, since I can use these weights constantly instead of having to go to the gym. That’s quite a lot of hours I can save, and right now, I need all the time I can.

“It’s a course, single day. They show you how to use them, and then you can get several pairs for free.” Dad explains, flicking his thumb over the screen of his phone as his eyes flick left and right. “Apparently they are quite new, so they are using this to spread the information and bring in more sales.”

He lifts his head up and throws the calendar a quick look. “It’s next weekend too, so we’re free to take you there if you want.”

“Hell yeah I do.” I didn’t waste a second in agreeing. Can’t let this good opportunity just fly by. “They can help me save up a lot of time, so…” I shrug and write it down on the notebook while throwing my last egg into my mouth.

Runny yolk, best thing on the planet.

“What’s with the sudden interest in your training?” Mom asks, a tin teasing smile on her lips. “My Kyo is usually so lazy, yet here she is!”

Despite myself, I couldn’t help but feel a flush on my cheeks. “I can be proactive when I want!” I huff out, and Mom slowly raises an amused brow.

“Mark the ‘When I want’ words, mother.” I sniff out, and her lips quiver as she holds back a laugh.

“And now you want to?”

“Hell nah. I’m forcing myself to do this shit.” I proudly proclaim, and mom finally cracks and breaks out into a fit of giggles while Dad snorts, pulling his glass away from his lips. “I just wanna laze on my bed, but eh…”

I’d rather have the strength and tools to at least protect myself and them when shit kicks the fan in… roughly three years time. If it does even happen.

But I’d rather still prepare just in case. Better be safe than sorry.

“Anything else you need help with though, hun?” I couldn’t help but smile softly at Mom’s eagerness to help me get set for U.A., she’s truly an amazing parent.

Kyoka has always been quite physically active, going on runs every morning and afternoon for years now.

Plus, she had plenty of classes for self-defense, same as me before we merged.

I have a good foundation to start with, and nearly three years to further improve myself before U.A., so…

“I think I’ll focus on enhancing my strength and stamina for this year, then see about learning martial arts, or something.” As much as I know that it’s important, I’d rather not drown myself in work.

Train my Quirk, train my body, keep up with my studies and school… Ugh, I already hate this damn place.

Especially because I gotta go to school.

“Can I drop out of school?”

“...No.”

Welp, I tried.

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“-and that’s all for today’s lesson, kids.” The incensant tapping of my pen comes to an end. "No assignments will be given, but to rehearse what we studied today, as will ask questions next time.” History lessons- Gosh, were they kinda boring but also nice to go through.

Right now everything is focused on the History of Quirks, not of the past and mythology and what not.

It’s all about the Dark Age of Quirks, how they appeared, how they are still a mystery that cannot be figured how, so on and so forth.

First the Dark Age, where basically maniacs drunk on power went around causing chaos.

Then the Vigilante Age, where those that wanted to do good started rising to fight against the villains.

And now is the… kinda Golden Age, kinda but not really thanks to All Might. Japan is just jerking him off and praising him to high heavens, but he didn’t really do much outside of Japan apart from the trip to America in his youth.

Hence why he is known as Japan’s Symbol of Peace, not the ‘World’s Symbol of Peace’, something that irked me so much in the series.

The guy might’ve been a monster in his prime, but like hell he’d have been able to move across the globe to help crime fast and good enough to be recognized as a ‘World Peace Symbol’ or whatnot.

“Oh and- Jirou-kun, could you stay behind for a minute?” I absentmindedly nod, then grunt softly as I lift my very heavy arm to close the history book before me while the class chatters and starts filing out around me.

It’s been a week since I got the Gravity Weights, and currently I have them set at twenty kilograms for each limb, as I have a pair around each wrist, a pair around my ankles, and a belt around my stomach.

They do wonders in making me feel horribly tired, but I’ll know that this will pay off soon.

My eyes flick up towards gray hair, the owner being sat right in front of me, and I follow the girl’s movement until she exits the classroom, a trio of bitches chuckling and clearly pointing in her direction the whole time.

Usually, my go-to answer to bullying would be violence, and not the mild kind… But I’m forcing myself to hold back because I do not wish to disappoint Mom, nor get in trouble with the school for putting those things into the hospital.

That doesn’t mean I’m not looking for a solution.

I shake my head and put my things in my bag, then slowly stand and give my arms a shake.

The fact that I am even capable of walking around with an added one-hundred kilograms to my weight is crazy! I’m basically carrying twice my weight!

“What’s up teach?” I sigh, throwing my bag over my while scratching my neck with my jack.

The elderly man gives me a kindly smile, and I don’t miss the worry on his wrinkly face. “I don’t mean to pry, but are you alright?” I blink and raise a brow at his question. “You look dead on your feet.”

Ah, that’s what he meant.

Kinda nice of him to notice and ask about it. “Yeah, just… training with some new weights.” I pull back my sleeve, revealing the gravity weight band attached to my wrist.

His eyes widen with understanding, but the worry does not diminish one bit. “I understand you wish to be a Hero, but is pushing yourself so hard really worth it?” Am already asking myself that question, old man.

So I just sigh. “Trust me teach, I want nothing more than just relax and laze around all day instead of this, and going towards a career in Heroism.” His worry grows more visible, and he lightly motions to the chair beside his desk.

“Do you remember our lesson from a few days ago? About the Dark Age of Quirks and the main Villains that shaped it?” I ask while I take my seat, while the elderly teacher retakes his own behind the desk.

“I do indeed. What of it?” Another thing that is different from canon, or perhaps it was never mentioned, or even a plot hole like the many others it already had.

All For One ain’t a fucking secret.

He ruled Japan until a little over thirty years ago, when All Might started pushing back his operations and subordinates and whatnot.

So anyone over thirty years of age surely knows about him, especially with how hundreds of cities were left in ruins from his own actions.

“All for One.” At the mention of that name, my teacher’s face instantly pales as he takes in a sharp intake of air.

“Ah… The Boogeyman.” So he has other titles beside his Quirk name? Curious.

I nod, rapping my fingers against the desk. “Me and you both know he isn’t dead, even with the whole thing All Might did.”

“Else, with how hungry for clout the Hero Public Commission is, they’d have already paraded his corpse around Japan to show off their greatness.” Pretty sure All for One ain’t even the only relic from the Dark Age of Quirks… And that terrifies me so much more.

I’ve done my researches, and quite a few Villains – four by my count, outside of All for One – haven’t been declared dead yet.

All for One was capable of living this long due to stealing Longevity Quirks, but what about these other guys?

Why haven’t they been declared dead?

My teacher sighs lowly, hands crossing together over the desk. “Indeed, he has not been declared dead.” His aged eyes then flick up to mine. “And that scares you?” Terrifies me.

“All Might ain’t getting any younger, and it ain’t exactly a secret the two have a big feud going on, so…” Their ‘Final Battle’ already happened as far as I know, as All Might did disappear for two months around two and a half years ago.

And now he’s clearly slowly down, and his hours outside have clearly been diminishing.

Plus, the coughing during interviews, and the movements where he leans towards the side that hurts.

I’ve done that shit myself so many times that it’s easy to spot when others are hiding horrid injuries.

“Hence why I am training so hard. Because when shi- When this stuff happens – and it will – I’ll at least be somewhat ready to protect myself and my family.” If I can get my hands on some decent Support Gear, then my chances will go up quite a bit.

The old man sighs yet again, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Someone as young as you shouldn’t worry about such things…”

“I wouldn’t have to if the Hero Safety Commission was competent, instead of being money and fame hungry dip-” I bite my lower lip to stop myself from swearing yet again.

Bad habit of mine, doubt I’ll ever work past it.

“Hell, you just need to look at my fellow classmates,-” With whom I stopped associating with due to just… being unable to. They are kids with dreams of grandeur while I just want to have a peaceful life. “-they all shout to the high Heavens about what they want to achieve, mimicking what is said on the TV… But do you see them working towards said goal?”

Hero Propaganda, the sheer amount of merchandise thrown at children while they grow up, the cartoons and movies and other medias of it… Japan literally thrives on it, while other countries barely even have a third of the Hero Propaganda they do.

If they do, then maybe it’s towards a Hero that has done great work, to reward them with some fame and more money for their efforts, but aside from that? Nothing else. No movies, no cartoons, no animes or games about them.

“There is one.” I perk up when the old man speaks up, a light smile on his lips. “I know of one student – aside from you – who trains very hard to achieve their dream.” Ain’t really my dream, but yeah.

“Who?” Haven’t really seen anyone training, but I don’t really pay attention to others much.

“Babochka-kun. She’s in your sister class.” Babochka?

Ain’t that Russian? “Butterfly?” The old man’s eyes widen at my words.

“I’m surprised. You know Russian?” I used to be Half-Russian, so… lil’ bit.

“Just a bit.” I hum, then roll my shoulders with a sigh. “Right, now that I have the chance, can I seek your advice on something?” Might as well try and get that bully situation handled.

And of course the kind old man nods and gives me an encouraging smile. “There’s a bully situation that I know about-” He instantly frowns heavily at my words, “-and I am holding myself back from taking care of it with violence. So now… Here I am.”

Without missing a beat, the old man reaches into his bag to pull out a notebook and pen before throwing me a sharp look. “Mind giving me the names?”

Score.“I don’t really remember the names of the other two bit- idiots, but the main ringleader is Yumi Honjo, and all three are in my class, sit right next to each other too.”

He nods, then I keep going. “Their victim is Stelle Blazer, and their reason for bullying her apparently is because of her lacking a Path and her Quirk being mostly unknown.” A Path, something new and different from canon.

It’s basically something that regards our personality, our belief, and our Quirk.

They are kind of like… a religion, a Path to follow and believe in. It’s an entirely philosophical thing with abstract concepts that relates to one’s mindset and the Path they wish to follow in life.

I’ve read that the greater understanding in ones Path can lead to changes to ones Quirk, or something like that, but it’s nothing I’ve confirmed yet.

The major Paths are Destruction, related to Destructive Quirks that bring out destructive behavior, with the owners being either constantly angry or easy to anger.

The filth that is Bakugo instantly rises to my mind when I think of this Path.

Then The Hunt, with the Quirks related to such a Path being insanely strong and unique, with the owners being either very ruthless or very determined in what they do.

The Erudition Path, related to crowd control type Quirks, and the owners having a strategy and logic type of mindset.

The Harmony Path, being the one that my Quirk kinda falls under as it is a Support Type Quirk, with the owners of such Quirks showing cooperative behavior, understanding and support in all kinds of ways.

Previous Kyoka had this type of mindset, but since our fusion, our views got mixed and then changed from each other’s opinions and knowledge of things.

So right now I… Kinda fall under The Hunt Path in terms of personality and views.

Then there’s the Nihility Path, related to meaningless and lazy behavior, and with Quirks that debilitate others in one way or the other.

The Preservation Path, related to defensive behavior, patience and sacrifice, with Quirks aligned to this Path being highly defensive, meant to be shields for people and stuff like that. Kinda like the Hero Crust and Kirishima.

And finally, there’s the Abundance Path, related to altruism, selflessness and Healing Type Quirks.

There are other Paths, like the Beauty Path related to pride and Beauty Enhancing Quirks, but they aren’t the ‘Main Ones’ that everyone focuses on.

There’s also the Elation Path, which is kinda weird, and sometimes is related to Quirks that have sentience, yet those with said Quirks have personalities related to other Paths.

So…Yeah, there’s a lot more differences to Quirks that normal. They are also quite a bit stronger than I remember.

“Such idiotic reasons…” My teacher grumbles out in clear annoyance, and I couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Stelle’s Quirk is unknown, and many believe that’s because she doesn’t believe in her own designated Path, or even forgot about it, something that many saw as their Religion.

So because of that, she can’t access her Quirk, or something like that. I don’t really care, I just hate how they are bullying her for something as dumb as this.

“I shall keep an eye out on them and let the other teachers know too.” I nod thankfully at my teacher as I stand and grab my bag, holding back a grimace from the strain to my limbs. “And if you can, try to catch a video of them in the act. That’ll make everything easier.”

Huh, I didn’t think about that… I really should start bringing my phone to school instead of the music player.

“Will do. Thanks for the help, old man.”

“Always available for my students.”

Heh, he’s a good teacher.

My jack stretches out as I toss my bag over my shoulder and exit the classroom, and a smile tugs at my lips once music fills my ears.

One of my jacks is somehow connected to both of my ears, so just attaching one is more than good enough to listen to music, and it’s also a good training for me since I try to manipulate the volume.

It’s not hard, but my sound amplification reaches a limit quite soon, and it kinda irks me. I hate having such massive walls that seem impossible to overcome so early on in my training, but thankfully I have a lot of time to try and get over it.

As the music fills my ears, I exit the school, then the school grounds, ignoring the remnant chatting teenagers around me lingering around the area.

Exiting the gate, I turn left and walk along the large fence going around the large school grounds, then take another left and-

“What the fuck are you doing?” I blurt out before my brain could catch on with the downright crazy view my eyes fix on the moment I turned the corner.

Stelle’s head shoots up, a look of a deer caught in headlights on her face, her right arm all the way down a goddamn trashcan. And with the way the others look open and tossed around, it looks like she went through all of them…

Golden eyes blink and meet mine, then slowly blink again. “Uh…” Is the very intelligent noise that flows out of her lips as she straightens herself and-

“Is that an All Might signed bat?” I stare down at the bluish baseball bat in Stelle’s hands, making her stare down at it.

“Huh.” She blinks and lifts it up with both hands, spinning around so to highlight the bright golden All Might signature on it, because the man always carries with him a bright yellow marker. “Damn, it is.”

I blink, then snort. “That’s worth millions, ya know?” Because of course All Might signed stuff only sells for the highest possible price, especially depending if it’s a random and rare object.

Like this baseball bat.

Who the fuck would even throw this away?

“Yeah, totally knew that.” I give her a flat look. “Totally why I was also digging through the trash.” She avoids my gaze as I give her an even more flat look.

“Uh-huh…” Her cheeks start flushing, and the sight makes me quirk a smile. “So, what you gonna do with it now? It’s easy to find some fanboy to sell it to, after all.” We share a snort at that. Mostly cause we have four in our classroom.

All Might backpacks, books, pens and all. I bet they also have All Might undies.

“I just might, cause I have no use for this thing as far as I know.” She shrugs, giving it a twirl that seemed to speak of experience. “Or I might keep it, since I like baseball.”

“Or ya can bring it to those three dumb bitches. Ya know…” I mimic a swing with my arms. “’Justice Homerun Smash’ their teeth in, or something.” Stelle stares at me for a few quiet seconds before her cheeks puff up.

Finally, a snort and quick bark of laughter flows out of her, and damn doesn’t her voice sound good as hell.

Me and my fucking Auralism.

Soon, the gray haired teen recovers with a sigh. “Nah, they’re just idiots. Their childish words could never irk me.”

“Yeah, but they are starting to mess with your stuff now.” I point out, and she winches at that. I didn’t miss the way some of her stuff has disappearedthis past week. “And I’m holding myself back from making their faces meet the floor in the most violent way possible.”

Oh violence, how I love thee.

Stelle stares at me, eyes lightly narrowed in thought. “Why do you care?” She asks, no real bite to her voice. “I mean, we’ve never really talked before, did we?” Far as I know, we didn’t.

I shrug and fix my bag. “I hate bullies, and I find the reason they are annoying you utterly asinine.”She sniffs as her eyes focus down on the baseball bat in her hands.

Bullying someone for something they cannot control is just so dumb, and it pisses me off so much.

“Thanks, I guess…” She mumbles out quietly. “It’s nice to have someone caring about me once in a while.” Right, she’s an orphan… I can’t imagine a life like that.

My Mother was and still is my everything, and I love her with all of my heart and Soul.

Same for Kyoka’s parents, but the other side of me longs for my other Mother with a crave that cannot be quelled.

“Alright, I’ve decided.” I nod, and Stelle perks up, raising a confused brow at my as I clap a hand over her shoulder. “You’re my friend now.”

“Eh?” I nod sagely at her very intelligent response.

“I’ma send my mom a quick text, and you’re going to join us for dinner.” I couldn’t help myself, I just had to add- “We’re having soft tacos later.” Heh.

“Really?”

“Nah. My old man can’t handle ‘em for some reason.” Three hours in the bathroom over a single bite of taco is kinda worrying, but also hilarious.

Stelle just frowns at me with a pout while I start dragging her down the street, not really giving her a choice in the matter, and I’m not seeing any resistance either. “Just don’t tell ‘em about how we met? Please?” How foolish of her.

“Too late.”

“I hate you already.”

“And this marks the beginning of a legendary friendship!”

I am so going to annoy the shit out of her.

                                                                                      xxxXXXxxx

“...You weren’t kidding.” Stelle gapes as we step into my parents carefully put together and downright amazing music studio.

It’s nearly two times bigger than our living room, with all kinds of musical instruments around the room and mementos from before the Dark Ages hanging on the dark purple walls or wooden shelves.

Dad smugly puffs his chest out at Stelle’s clear amazement of the room layout and looks, and I just have to bring him down a peg. “Mom’s the interior designer here, ya know?” And there’s the pouting sulk.

And this time, I puff out my chest smugly as Mom pats me with a giggle.

“This must’ve cost a fortune…” Stelle breathes out, eyes flicking from old relic to old relic.

There’s pictures of many famous artists from before the Era of Quirks, which is now also known as the era where music has stagnated.

It’s all about Heroes this and that, and it’s just… horrid, to say the least. Cringe stuff sung by teens or idiots that just go at it to make some easy money and whatnot by bringing in the attention of those diehard fanboys.

As an avid music and art lover, I hate this all with a passion.

The good things are all buried beneath those seeking clout and fame through easy methods, and it just irks me so much.

“It’s something my father started.” Mom hums out, making me send that old legend that is my grandpa a quick prayer.

Motherfucker went down swinging. Literally.

Ran over a bomber Villain while blasting music in his car and holding two fingers as a ‘V’ out the window and carried the fucker away from the civilians.

I feel sorry for that Villain. Going out with the last thing you hear is an old man screeching slurs at you while blasting jazz music straight into your brain.

May the old man rest in peace.

“I’m not big on music, but this-” The gray-haired teen waves her hand around the room. “-this, is downright amazing.”

“It would be even cooler if my amazing daughter with a wonderful voice would make use of such things!” Dad whines out sadly, then yelps when I kick his ankle. Hard.

But the damage is done. “You sing?” Stelle asks, throwing a curious glance at me that makes me grunt and scrunch up my nose.

“She has a wonderful voice indeed. Caught her singing a few times, and it’s entrancing!” Mother, why most thou betray me?

“I’m about to commit a war-crime.”

“Why are you glaring at me!?” Because you started this shit, old man!

“Now I really wanna your you sing.” Stelle muses aloud, an annoying smirk on her face.

“This is because I shared our legendary meeting with them, isn’t it?” Her enormous annoying grin is all I need to know her answer.

I wanna punch her in the face, but alas… ‘tis karma.

And… I kinda wanna bring back some of my beloved songs. Just gotta work my way around the shyness that comes from my Kyoka part.

“Fine.” I grumble out in defeat, making Mom gasp while Dad just locks up, his brain clearly being unable to process my agreement. “Just…prepare me the piano. I’ll go grab my notebook.”

I leave the studio before Mom releases her window-rattling squeal of happiness.

I’d have gone deaf from having to suffer it from so close, and it still makes me wince even after I closed the door behind me.

I sniff, then make my way into my room to grab the hidden notebook below my bed.

Filled with songs, events from the future that I don’t want to forget, and memories of my other self that are far too important to let go.

Plus, our dreams. Mine and Kyokas.

We are one and the same now, so her dreams are mine, and mine are hers, even though I usually think as if my other side is the dominant part of Kyoka.

It does happen sometimes where the Kyoka takes ‘control’, but again, this might just be something that I am making up.

Or it’s like a split personality, or something.

Either way, I wrote down our dreams, there is one we both share.

Make the most out of our lives.

So, as much as it’ll be embarrassing… I can’t make the most out of our life without singing our heart out and unleashing this passion we have.

All the songs I wrote down, beloved songs from my previous world, all pieces of art that I wish to listen to again even if it’s my own voice that sings them.

I stop at a certain page and read the lyrics of the song I’ve decided to song for my parents and Stelle.

It’s meaning doesn’t really match the occasion, but honestly I do not really care. Each song has different meanings, and I can’t really be bother to pick the right one for each occasion.

All that matters is that I love it, and that they enjoy it.

So ‘Daylight’ it is.

I breathe in, clutch the notebook close, and feel a smile tug at my lips. This is for you, Kyoka.

So with my notebook in hand, I return to the music room, and Dad is already pretty much vibrating on the spot with excitement.

Mom instead is trying and failing to contain hers.

Stelle is just smugly grinning at me. And for that, I shall do something unholy to her on a later date.

“The piano and microphone are ready.” Mom tells me softly, nodding her head to the recording room made just for these kind of occasions, since she and dad both love to write and test out new songs.

It’s small, but big enough to hold multiple musical instruments inside of it, and is made perfect so that sound doesn’t really escape from within it and disturb the neighbors.

I gulp and force down a blush, then make my way inside and close the door behind me.

Time to heavily lean towards Kyoka’s sheer musical talent I guess.

I sit on the low seat in front of the piano and take a low breath as my fingers brush the perfectly clean and kept keys.

A Blüthner, if I remember right. I know that Pianos used to be sold for a lot of money, especially those of the highest brands and stuff like that, but I doubt the prices have held up now.

Something to check out of curiosity, I guess. I really want to find out all the differences between my time and Kyoka’s.

Pulling myself out of those thoughts, I glance towards the window to my right, from where my parents and Stelle are watching me from.

The expectation in their eyes puts some pressure on my shoulders and further heightens my nervousness, but…

I lick my lips, close my eyes, and rest my fingers on the piano keys.

Then press them.

The beautiful music of a piano flows, and all my nervousness washes away as I melt into the music.

And the words flowed outbefore I even realized it.

“Telling myself I won’t go there. Oh, but I know I won’t care… Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt.”

I’m doing it.

I’m singing.

Before my parents.

Something I’ve always been shy about.

“This lust is a burden that we both share, two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer. Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt.”

Souls tied… Yes, this is all thanks to that.

So afraid of failure, of not being accepted, of not being enough… It all held me back.

Then I changed- We, changed.

You now can live and enjoy life like you couldn’t before, and I now can face my fears while holding my head high.

“There’s darkness in the distance, from the way I’ve been livin’!

And even though this world will soon face the machination of a psychotic moron that wishes to be a cartoon Villain…

I can’t help but be excited!

But also not so much.

“But I know I can’t resist it…”

“Oh I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine!”

We’re in this together now, and I love it and hate it at the same time.

I miss my Mother. I want to go back home.

But I also don’t want to leave you like this.

“Oh I love it and I hate at the same time, hidin’ all of our sins from the daylight.”

The music flows, the piano fills my ears, my emotions go through a turmoil I refused to face for this past week.

I sing- No, wesing. We sing, and sing.

I never wanted this, but I can’t back out now. It’s a new chance at a life, at experiencing things I couldn’t before due to my many health problems.

Nor am I leaving Kyoka alone to deal with the bullshit she’ll have to face in the future.

I’ll give her all of my grit, bite and near-fearlessness to help her achieve her dreams and sing her heart out.

So if we gotta go down swinging, then might as well do it to some nice fucking music, no?

Slowly, the music ends, and I breathe out, my lips hurting from how hard I am smiling.

I brush my fingers past the piano keys, then turn my gaze towards the window and grin towards my parents.

Dad is just gaping at me with Stelle, while Mom is covering her lips while crying. Heh, she’s always been weak to nice emotional songs.

I gather my notebook and stand, then leave the room with a grin still plastered on my face. “So, whatcha think?”

“Holy fuck.” Both Dad and Stelle say at the same time, and I nod sagely. That’s good-

And suddenly I’m being choked in a tight hug by Mom.

Mistakes have been made.

“I’m posting the recording on HeroTube.” I hear Dad mutter to himself, and that instantly revitalizes me.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare!”

“Stelle-chan! Quick, help hold her down!”

“Aye sir!”

“You sons of bitches-!”

Mom, of course, just hugs me tighter.

Et tu, Mother!?

A.N. ‘Tis finally back, and gosh am I so fucking excited for it.

Hope y’all will enjoy this enormous Rewrite that has been in the works for months now!

Next will be another chappy of Drugs for y’all addicts, then maybe the next Rewrite.