In which our heroine, Emmy, finds herself in a strange and wonderful new world. Not that she knows that.

"Quoted italics" for speech that the point of view character doesn't understand.

POV - Shota Aizawa | Eraserhead

Shota Aizawa, Hero Name: Eraserhead, didn't know how he still got surprised anymore. With four out of every five people in the world possessing a quirk, something like this really should have happened eventually. Just about anything could happen after all.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd done something to deserve this.

His nightly patrol had started like usual: scouting for illegal activity and answering calls for help. There had only been a couple of cases tonight that had specifically needed him to erase the quirk of a villain in order to keep the other heroes safe enough to take them down. That really should have been his first clue that something more was waiting. His nights never ended easy.

So, of course, a new problem appeared at the end of the night when he was tired and his eyes were already dry from the earlier use of his quirk.

Eraserhead had been called in by Present Mic due to a particularly troublesome villain. Apparently the guy called himself "Easy Come, Easy Go" or somesuch.

While his chosen villain name was pretty pathetic, his quirk was far more problematic. From what was understood, his quirk allowed him to pull things from other dimensions in exchange for swapping something from our world. Or at least that's what the villain claimed, (Aizawa didn't know why villains monologued, he just used it against them when he could).

Of course, in reality, all they ever really saw was that bullets and arrows and the like would disappear into nowhere, while he seemed to be able to pull out more weapons as they ran out of ammo.

Heroes couldn't dare approach him, just in case they get pushed into some random universe. There were few things a hero should be more wary of than a villain with a quirk you didn't understand the limits of.

That's where Eraserhead came in. With his quirk, Erasure, the villain could safely get taken out.

Or at least that was the plan.

"Fools! Why won't you just leave me alone!" Screaming, the villain lobbed another grenade (how many of those did he have?!) he'd pulled out from behind him, forcing Eraserhead to duck behind a wall. That didn't save him from the resulting flash, however, which left him blinded and forced him to blink, cancelling out his quirk.

"Mic! He caught me in that! Distract him for a minute till I can cancel his quirk again!" Aizawa yelled, hearing affirmation from Present Mic in response.

"We have you surrounded, Villain! Give yourself up, Yeaaaaaaah?!" Hizashi, better known by his hero moniker 'Present Mic', called, sending sound waves hurtling.

To no avail, unfortunately, as the sound waves disappeared like everything else that got close. The side of good was starting to get desperate to take this guy out.

Aizawa heard one of the police officers call for the dogs to be released, though this only seemed to panic the villain.

"FINE, YOU WANNA TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL?! I CAN DO THAT!" The villain screamed as they watched him pull out a syringe that he then jammed into his leg, depressing the plunger.

"AH HA, AH HAH HA HAAAH AAAAAAAA!"

Well, shit. He had some kind of quirk enhancing drug.

Time seemed to slow down, as it does when an author needs to explain a lot of action that happens in just a few moments.

Aizawa gained back enough of his vision to see the police dogs hurtle past him towards where the villain was.

Before he could activate his quirk on the villain again though, the sound of ripping was heard. His eyes tracked the dogs as they sprinted by, then watched them seemingly wink out of existence from even further out than anything else had thus far.

First, the dogs, one after another, then a car wheel. A barrel. A motorcycle. More and more disintegrating as the villain's range expanded, his maniacal laughter increasing in volume all the while. The eye of a vortex where even the pavement of the parking lot seemed to be getting eaten away by his quirk.

"COME, IDIOTS, SEE WHERE YOUR HEROISM GETS YOU! I'LL REPLACE YOU WITH AN ARMY OF MY OWN THAT CAN'T HAVE THEIR QUIRKS STOPPED". His proclamation was accompanied by a flash of lightning and the clap of thunder.

All was still, movement and sound seeming to have ceased until Aizawa noticed that the villain was no longer alone. Someone (a woman?) clad in a red and gold hoodie was now standing beside him. Not just empty words then.

'All right, that's enough !' Aizawa thought, slamming his erasure ability full force into the villain, who seemed to stagger, before turning to the new arrival.

"You're it!? Where's my army!? NO MATTER, TAKE THEM OUT, MINION!"

The woman, no wait, the teenaged girl? Just looked around in confusion, before her eyes settled on the source of the screaming. Aizawa saw her eyes narrow before she shifted into a combat stance.

"What are you doing! Stop Them!" Aizawa yelled at the police, starting to sprint, capture scarf starting to flare as he got ready to tangle them.

Everyone seemed to come out of whatever stupor they had been in and burst into action. Or at least they would have if they hadn't watched the girl sucker punch the idiot who had seemingly summoned her.

Even Aizawa slowed to a stop in shock. Her fist had seemed to shift into several as they made it to the villain, knocking the guy out completely and making him eat dirt. Actual dirt, since whatever the guy had done to summon the girl had ripped chunks away from the concrete and revealing the earth beneath.

The kid yelled some things at his prone form and then kicked him, before seeming to come back to herself.

On noticing all the police, as well as Hizashi and Aizawa, she freezes, before slowly, carefully, moving her hands up in surrender.

She couldn't have been more than 15, surely. Faded and dirty jeans, with a red and gold hoodie, a blue circle in the centre of the chest.

Waving the police off, Aizawa and Hizashi approached her slowly, attempting to look non-threatening. She might have taken out the villain, but she could still mean them harm. Aizawa turned on his quirk for good measure. It wouldn't hurt to erase her quirk, whatever it was.

When the girl tried speaking to them though, Aizawa could only shake his head. While he didn't understand English, he could recognize it well enough.

Present Mic, though, startled incredulously at her.

"She said 'it's not what it looks like'" Hizashi cocked his head. "I don't suppose you speak Japanese? "

At her blank look, Hizashi muttered, "Well guess not".

In a louder voice, he asked " I don't suppose you'll come quietly? We'll even take care of your partner, you don't seem to be on good terms with him "

She seemed to stiffen slightly before a wary look entered her eye.

" Partner ?" She seemed confused. Glancing at Hizashi, then Shouta, the knocked out villain and then back to Hizashi. " Do you mean this guy? I've never met him before. It's just common sense and self-defence to knock out strange men who scream at you. Even if you don't know how you got here. "

Hizashi shared a glance with Aizawa after relaying what she'd said.

"Would you step away from him then? We need to take him into custody. It would be good for you to come with us." Hizashi slowly began making his way towards the villain, Aizawa following a second after.

That seemed to be too much for her though, as her muscles tensed again, raised hands pulling her hood over her face. Aizawa's instincts were screaming at him, the girl was about to do something and he sent his capture scarf at her. Absently, Aizawa noticed that her hood seemed to double as the top half of a mask, eye slits allowing her to see and giving her a strangely robotic look with only her mouth visible.

Before anyone could stop her, she seemed to burst. One girl suddenly became two, then those two seemed to split and become four. Again and again, until there must have been two dozen of her, all running in different directions. Aizawa tried to use his quirk on several, but to his surprise, nothing happened, no matter which one he seemed to switch to. Were they illusions?

"Stop her! Nonlethal capture only! She was brought here by a villain and is obviously scared!" Hizashi yelled at the police.

Aizawa was still trying to figure out how she was able to use her quirk. He'd disregarded what the villain had said about bringing an army whose quirks couldn't be stopped, but what if it was true?

Then again, if it was just illusions, it would make sense if he'd never actually tagged her and had really just been staring at the empty air where the illusion was occupied.

Everyone seemed stunned, before starting to burst into activity, some moving to capture the knocked-out villain, others chasing after her, Hizashi included. Not a bad plan, considering that Aizawa suspected he was the only one here that spoke English.

Shouta was about to follow suit before catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye. One of the copies of the girl had seemingly been missed in the confusion and had snuck behind another crate, watching everyone run around.

A few copies of the girl seemed to dissolve into the air when caught, lending credence to the idea of the illusion.

Very sneaky, Aizawa thought. While Hizashi and the police moved off in pursuit, taking the unconscious villain with them, he moved off in an opposite direction to the hidden girl, waiting till he was out of sight before taking to the rooftops and making his way back to her.

More of her illusions seemed to be getting away and as he silently dropped down beside the silent spectator, he trained his quirk on her again, activating it once again. Leaning in closely, he whispered.

"What are we looking at?". Aizawa took great pleasure in how the girl shrieked. It had been a long night and he was going to take what he could get.

When she attempted to flee though, she found her arm gripped tightly, with his scarf already wrapping itself around her.

She struggled, kicking and pulling at the scarf trying to get free. He sympathized with her. For all she knew, she'd been captured or kidnapped, pulled from who knows where and was surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

He wished he had kept Hizashi back. Eraserhead didn't know a lot of English, but he did know enough to hopefully calm her down. Getting her attention, He pointed at himself and said " hero ".

She seemed to still at that. Wary but curious.

" Hero ?" the girl asked. He just nodded. Very slowly, he started lowering his scarf, letting her stand, though not letting her go.

He pointed back at her and said " Hero ?", while tilting his head, hoping she understood the question.

Though at the way her face scrunched up, it didn't seem a good sign. and waved her hand from side to side. Was that meant to be a maybe? For clarification, he asked " Villain ?" But she just scowled at him.

With seemingly contemptuous ease, her form seemed to expand and stretch again, forcing his capture scarf apart. Wait, What? His quirk was definitely still on, was this not the real her again? Didn't she have an illusion quirk? Did that extend to sound and... He actually felt his scarf being forced to shift. His quirk was definitely still on.

Aizawa sighed, it was useless to think about what abilities she might have. He wasn't exactly trying to keep her trapped, he just didn't want her from running off again. He let the scarf pull away from her gently.

She eyed him with suspicion until he raised both hands in a surrendering gesture.

When she tried to talk to him again though, he didn't understand any of the words that she used.

When he said " I don't speak English. " very specifically in English, she adopted a blank expression. Then incredulously seeming to shout what he assumed was " What do you mean you don't speak English?! " Enough hand gestures accompanied it that he actually laughed.

"I only know the first sentence and then this one explaining it," Shouta continued, a smirk appearing on his face at the growing exasperation of the young woman. Ah, it was definitely worth learning those two sentences just for this.

She went off in a tirade, lots of hand waving and finger-pointing. At himself, the direction the cops went off in, where the villain she'd knocked out had been and then the sky. Her voice built louder and louder until she finished it off with a yell of frustration, crouching down and using a stick to scratch at the ground.

"You done?"

Without even looking at him, She just made a rude gesture at him, likely understanding his tone more than anything else.

Slowly, he sat down where he was, not attempting to get any closer. She seemed to stiffen, before continuing to scratch at the ground.

"Eraserhead."

She glanced up, pausing in her scratching " Hmm? "

He pointed to himself and said his hero name again, then gestured towards her slowly.

Understanding lit in her eyes, hesitating only slightly before getting to her feet and dusting herself off.

" Emmy, " the girl said, holding out her hand to shake.

Well, it was a start. He squeezed her hand gently. She definitely felt real. At least until she started dissolving like he'd seen other copies of the girl, 'Emmy', do.

Her hand already dissolved out of his grip, she gave a jaunty wave, before spreading her arms wide, smiling face to the sky as she closed her eyes.

"Wait!" Aizawa was already moving his hand towards her but he was too late. He went straight through the misty form, forcing the form, whatever it was, to drift apart quickly, no trace of the girl left.

Aizawa just stood there, staring at the spot. Eventually, hearing footsteps come up beside him.

"She got you too, huh?" Hizashi murmured, uncharacteristically quiet. It had definitely been a weird night, even by hero standards.

"Looks like she left a note for you, though."

Glancing over at where the girl had been scratching at the ground he realized it had been more "What does it say?"

"' Thanks for keeping me company while I escaped. Much love, Emmy xx', " Hizashi read. Waving goodbye, he left, yawning all the while. They would catch up the next day to go over what had happened.

Aizawa let out another sigh before beginning his own walk home. He had a date with a juice pack and a sleeping bag. Thinking of the note from the girl again though, he allowed himself a small smile.

"Cheeky shit."

POV - Emmy

I smiled as I felt the final piece of me return, welcoming the memories as they slotted into place. That exhausted-looking 'hero' with the scarf, (Eraserhead?) would no doubt be less than amused after spending all that time with one of my duplicates.

I'll admit, I panicked a bit when I saw them coming closer. While it seemed like they meant me no harm, it felt like it could have been a distraction. I had used misdirection enough that I was wary against letting it be used against me. The cockatoo with the show host voice didn't seem too bad, but the scarf guy had seemed pretty scary and I had just knocked someone out. For all I knew, I was going to get taken into custody myself and I just didn't want to deal with that. Not even for a night.

So I split, creating enough duplicates of myself that there were more of me than there were police, hopefully giving me a big enough distraction to escape. Escaping the car park was easy enough, but cockatoo was surprisingly in shape and I only managed to lose him by ducking down around a corner and out of sight. With no one looking, I'd been able to split off another duplicate and send them running off down the street while I fled down some steps into what I hoped was the subway system.

The things I could do had confused many people the first few times that I had met them. Most thought of it as a basic illusion, great for making people look one way, while I took advantage of their distraction. Those that managed to figure out that my duplicated actually had substance were though, then just assumed they were mindless copies that I had to direct. A misunderstanding I sometimes encouraged.

In reality, my power was duplication. I could split off a piece of myself and give it form, making a temporary version of myself that could think and act in our best interests. My favourite part about it though was that when they ran out of steam, I would feel them return to me, memories becoming one with my own.

It wasn't a perfect 1-1 ratio, but it was generally enough to get an idea of what they had been up to. More like if you traced the same shape on a piece of paper over and over, it would leave a more noticeable indent on the paper underneath. Useful for group study sessions, not so much in fights if you ever had a dozen duplicates running on low power. They would literally pop as soon as they were hit more than softly.

The downside though was that I could only invest so much of myself in each duplicate before running out of 'energy', and each version of me could only last so long depending on how much was invested in them. If they, in turn, decided to invest some of themselves into a brand new duplicate, they would last for an even shorter duration.

It was a power I was very grateful to have. Particularly when it helped me knock out the idiot that had been screaming at me. I was already disoriented, damn it! He was lucky I didn't throw up on him after I clocked him, even if it probably would have been funnier if I had. Oh well.

Now though, I honestly don't know where to go from here. In the heat of the moment, I'd taken it in stride that I'd somehow left Manhattan and ended up in Japan. I knew enough to recognise the sound of the language, but if there were any prominent features in the city, there was no way I'd recognise it.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs to the subway, I made my way further in and vaulted over the payment turnstile. I hadn't paid for a train in years and even if I'd had money that worked here, I wasn't going to start now.

As I walked down the different isles, trying to find a train with no passengers, I kept thinking of the broken parking lot and my escape from the cops. If it hadn't been for the strange hang out time with the scarf hero, I would have almost called the events of the last hour anticlimactic. Almost. Getting ripped from your own city across the world to another where you didn't speak the language was definitely a shock, if nothing else. I had expected someone to find me by this point, even with the distractions I'd sent out. Stark had always managed it, the smug ass, though it was more likely he just never lost track of which version of myself that happened to be 'Emily Prime'. If he'd wanted to catch me he could have. Maybe the surveillance over here in Japan just wasn't as good?

There were few people out at this hour, so finding an empty carriage wasn't too difficult. I hopped inside, just as the doors were shutting and made my way down the aisle until I found a relatively clean seat. I was the only one on this carriage so I felt relatively safe for now.

Letting out a small sigh as I sat down, I let more of the tension drain away from me. Without someone to fight or reason to run, I couldn't avoid thinking about it. How the hell had I got here? I was in a country I didn't speak the language of, an actual illegal immigrant, and on the run from the cops.

I pulled my knees up on the seat, leaning my back against the wall of the carriage and wrapping my arms around my legs.

And now that I'm relatively safe... what do I do now?