* Story will contain some bouts of OOC. Please bear with it.

* I have decided to continue this what I had intended to be a one-shot. So, let's see how it goes.

Bang sighed quietly to himself, shoulders slumped slightly as he walked. White, wispy hair moved with every brush of the wind, his back bent as his hands were clasped together behind him. He was tired. His bones creaked a bit and he was moving a little slower than he had before. Even though he was eight years older, he still held his position in the Hero Association. Bang suspected it was getting closer to be more out of respect for the hero instead of his agility.

It had been eight long years since that fateful day. The Subterranean Attack. Seventy percent of their mass population – between cities A through Z – had been exterminated. Eight years since the Hero Association had almost went under after the swift and damaging attack. The first year had been the worst, everything seemed frozen in time. The aftermath of this attack was terribly disheartening once people could breathe again.

It felt like they had stopped aging, stopped feeling. Stuck in the moment of hell. It had taken two months of that first year for people to come out of their stupor. Another four months passed before people could begin to rebuild their lives. The Hero Association had put in the most to help everyone regain their footing. They put forth money to rebuild in every city. The economy had been struggling to get back to where they once were.

To compensate for this, prices were raised and companies had to start from scratch. It had been extremely difficult to find food and clean water. Some people starved, many had been unable to find a home again. Bang sighed again, grey eyes slightly dull as he was lost in thought and grim memories. Things could've been so much worse than they had turned out to be, the hero knew. But it was still a hit on their part of the world.

If it wasn't for the powerhouse in City Z, they stood the chance to be wiped out entirely. Just like the beasts wanted. Bang still couldn't wrap his mind around what he had witnessed. It was astonishing to find out that someone help so much power. Right under their noses too. Something flashed in the corner of Bang's eye. Breaking him from his thoughts.

Coming to a stop, Bang looked up from the ground, searching for the flash that drew his eye. Bang froze in shock. It was the man! His back was turned towards the elderly hero, and his body looked somewhat different. But he recognized the bald head, and the underlying power within the muscles. Blinking slowly, Bang made a last second decision. "Excuse me!" He called out, swiftly moving towards the unknown that they had been searching for. The S-Class Hero could barely believe his luck, finding him out of the blue.

Saitama was shopping in City Z. It was crowded but worth the trip out, since there was a sale for udon noodles – seventy-five percent off - and some meat had a sale of forty-five percent off. He was walking back home, back towards the abandoned part of the city - now in shambles worse than ever before - when he heard a voice. Looking around curiously, Saitama slowed to a stop, body tense and ready for an unexpected attack. It had taken a few moments but the man calling out had gotten through the crowd to him.

"Excuse me," Bang said again, face wrinkled and tanned, body bent with age and walk a little slow. Despite this, there was a certain strength in the grey eyes. "I was wondering if I may speak to you for a moment." He said, eyes taking note of the unknown man in front of him. He was dressed in a yellow t-shirt that had oppai across the chest, with a picture depicting what the word meant, and a pair of medium blue shorts and black flip flops.

If Bang didn't sense the power and strength then he would be sure that he had the wrong man. But Bang knew this was who he had thought it was before, aside from the hidden strength, the face was the same as Bang had caught a glimpse of before the man fell to his knees with a yell. Barely visible, there was a small, thin scar above his left eyebrow, the same cut that had a small stream of blood coming from it. Catching his breath, a little, Bang tried to think of how to go about this.

"Eight years ago, did you kill Subterraneans here? A large mass of them?" Bang decided to be forward, needing to know for sure. Saitama's eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, but there was a gleam of happiness in his eyes. "I did. How did you know? Who are you?" He asked the old man, despite only wanting to be a hero for fun, Saitama was still happy to get some recognition for his actions, deciding to tack on the last question; as he couldn't recognize him.

Bang practically beamed, his eyes lighting up with relief. "I'm Silver Fang, S-Class; Rank Three Hero." He introduced himself with pride, standing a little straighter as he stuck his hand out. "You may call me Bang." He continued, wincing a little when the man took his hand. The grip was just a little too strong. "What's your name?" asked Bang. "Have you heard of the Hero Association?" Bang was blunt about the question.

"My name is Saitama." The man said. "No. What is it?" Saitama asked, confusion coloring his tone slightly. "Let's go to my apartment. I have cold things." He said, holding his bag of meat and noodles up as explanation. Bang nodded, walking beside Saitama. He was a little surprised when they had reached their destination twenty minutes later. Bang never realized just how close they had lived from each other.

His Dojo had to be rebuilt, which disheartened the hero. On top of that, his one disciple left; Charanko, had been grievously injured in the event. Somehow he had managed to survive, that in itself was a weight off of Bang's shoulders. But it was just a couple of miles from the edge of town. Closer to the forest. Once inside, Saitama moved into the kitchen, putting away the groceries as he gestured for Bang to sit. The apartment was a little messy, but it was lived in as well. "The Hero Association is an organization built to protect civilians." Bang started to explain, giving a small nod in thanks as Saitama handed him tea.

"It consists of four classes divided by power and rank." Bang took a sip of the tea before continuing. He spent an hour explaining the classes, the discrimination held within the community and the association itself. He explained how they had fared against the Subterranean attack and then finally reached the explanation of the Association's interest in Saitama. "Sitch had been watching the monitors, showing the progress within the cities. When he had seen the damage you had been dealing, he had asked myself and three other heroes to do a small recon."

Saitama sat across from his guest, raptured in the explanation. While he looked disinterested on the outside. He felt small waves of confusion, and surprise and pride when the man had explained it all to him. He was broken out of his musings when the elderly hero set his cup down. "The people at the Association were wondering if you could come in when you were found." Bang said, taking a breath before continuing. "They would greatly appreciate it if you did."

Bang met Saitama's eyes from across the table, holding them for a moment before speaking again. "When the Subterraneans attacked, our numbers weren't enough. We fell rapidly. Our strength wasn't on par with theirs." He took a steadying breath. "But when Sitch had found you in the mist, we were amazed. Shocked too." Bang laughed lightly, eyes hazed over a bit in memories. "But when we saw you against those beasts, we all felt hope."

"We didn't feel like we failed the people entirely. Some of the heroes would be jealous of your strength and your place among us." Bang's mouth set into a frown as he said this. "We were all curious about your ability, how you can hold so much power and remain under the radar. But the important thing is that you had aided us in the fight, done more than we could've hoped for and hoped to do ourselves." The older man sighed quietly as he finished.

Saitama didn't interrupt as Bang spoke. When he had fought the mysterious beings, he wasn't aware of anyone else's presence. He was stuck in the moment of protecting his home, the earth really. Saitama would say that he missed the way he had felt emotions before; everything was now muted or missing entirely. But he had come to accept the strength he had, even though his life had become dull.

Saitama's hands were wrapped around his rapidly cooling tea, brown eyes blank, face set into a disinterested expression. But when he lifted his head, his eyes went from small pupils to determined brown eyes. His expression slipped from one of disinterest to seriousness. Mouth set in a thin line, his cheekbones prominent and high, his jaw sharp and strong. It was like he became a whole new man.

"I'll meet with them." He said simply. Voice unwavering even though he felt uncertain about the whole business. But once he saw the tension ease from Bang's shoulders, Saitama decided that he had made the right decision. Bang bowed his head slightly, murmuring thanks as his lips pushed into a small smile underneath the white, bushy mustache.

Disclaimer: I do not own One Punch Man or its Characters. The Creator and Author do.

Author's Note: I know this chapter is short, but I would like to post new chapters somewhat close together. I don't know how long this would be, or how often I can update. I doubt I'll be able to keep up this speed. But I want to try to keep the story short. I'm aiming for six or so chapters.

Hopefully I can get it wrapped under ten at most, before I lose interest and focus on the story. Any suggestions or opinions on what you'd like or think should happen would be appreciated. I may not use all but be sure that the ones I do use will get its due credit. Thanks for reading.