Death; Its Champion

Summary: Ever since Harry's upgrade into becoming Master of Death, A.K.A the Official babysitter for Balancers, shit had not been so easy for him. But hell, when had it? So when Death and Fate tossed in Midoriya Izuku, and forces Harry to 'guide' him, well he gon's get fucked for sure.

Chapter 1- New Beginnings and Fate is Annoying AF

"It's not much, but with the amount of money you have, it at least won't be a hassle."

Emerald eyes observed the room in building 2, gauging the value of the space itself. It's a modest 2 bedroom apartment, with a balcony to dry his laundries. Harry then took off his shoes, and slides into his provided slippers, before gliding quietly towards the master bedroom. Pale hands twisted the doorknob, and sock covered feet followed suit. He stared and smiled. Humble and clean, not unlike the last places the agency took him.

A head full of feathered ebony locks swivels at the retailer, gave him an approving gaze and said,

"I'll take it."

Blue eyes met with Harry's own verdant green. The man sighs in relief. It had been a long time since this customer had been satisfied. The previous commendations were not expensive, no the boy could take on heavier burdens well enough on his own, but it's the fact that he decided to go against with extravagant homes that made the man respect him. This boy have money, and lots of it; enough to buy himself a mansion and still have more than his lifetimes worth to burn.

"Ah , that's great!", the man shuffles through his book bag and pulled out the stacks of papers needed. He then gave Harry a pen, and showed him where to sign. Harry squints at the offered items, hunting for potential loopholes that could usurp him. The wizard thought back on his own contract with Death. Certainly he didn't regret saving the British wizarding population, but the aftermath of his outcome was nothing to scoff at. Harry doesn't deserve this, he doesn't want to live anymore but death took his own mortality away and made him his companion. His plaything. His Champion. Because of that, Harry dearly wishes he could go back to when he was free. But that was the past, and the past couldn't be changed once it started.

The green-eyed boy handed the papers to the agent; a sliver of melancholy smears his smile.

"Here." Harry said. The man in the business suit quickly stuffs the documents into his briefcase, and listed out the pricing needed. He scheduled a meeting with the landlord, and his retailing fees will be added to his total fee as a bundle.

Harry admits that his lack of detailed knowledge of Japanese etiquette on buying a home, made him very apprehensive on which place to settle in the first place. The Key money it seems, are just offerings to the landlord, which seems to be nonrefundable from what he heard.

"Thank you again, Midorinoshi-san." The man bowed in gratitude, "Hopefully, your stay here will be wonderful."

Harry's hallow laugh rings in the air, his plastic grin plastered on his face. "It's fine Yui-san, and thank you." Blues met with green once more before Yui, the agent, parted ways with the Man-Who-Conquered.

Harry felt his presence gone, and sighs in relief. He doesn't know how long he could stand the man with the blue eyes. He reminded him of Sirius for a minute. With the way he walked, his voice, his hair, and his face, it all just screamed 'dog-father' in hiding. He wishes it were true, considering that all souls will be recycled in the great beyond once they have expired in the physical world. Despite it all, it wasn't him. That man was just another copy of his original. A fake, a fraud only to be there to torment harry of what he couldn't have, of whom he couldn't be with.

His emerald orbs travels to the paper copies in his hand. Midorinoshi Akari. That's the name he has chosen for the time of his stay, until this current body of his is destroyed. It had been a significant amount of time since his death day was due. Usually when he is 'born', he would have a handful of years before a tragic event, which will destroy his physical outlet to the world, rips him away from this dimension. Multiple worlds, earths, and other planets that he had lived; so many outcomes and so little time to actually live, that it's best to only survive.

The wizard knows pain that no human or any other being should have felt. He had experienced desperation beyond reasoning, to the point of cutting off a persons arm to eat the limb fresh and raw. He had undergone punishments of nearly each and every design a sentient being could think of. He had done it; he had died, and lived through it all. Harry notice Death beside him.

'It won't be long', it would tell him, 'Your next adventure awaits.'

Harry is aware of how short times fly in the corporal world. It won't be long, never long to live, just long enough to survive.

The man of everlasting 15 years old lifted his hand. A swish and furniture from his previous 'trips' appeared. Death said what he owned will be his, be it gold, technology, knickknacks, and everything. It's the best it could do, giving Harry objects instead of his desired wish as a token of eternal 'life'. Death had realized from the very start that Harry does not want to be an immortal. He longs to be embraced by Death's arms and see his loved ones. But Harry is Death's now. Death had marked him from the very start. Death had claimed him before the others did. Harry is Death's champion, no one else's.

With that idea, Death controls him, manipulate what world, place, and time line he goes to. Sure It is stepping on its dear siblings toes, but only for a minute second, only enough to push his Master to where It desires. Death is beside Harry now. The immortal glances at the hooded being, and quirks one of his brows.

"Never thought you would come with me?" Harry said as he moved sluggishly towards a plush couch. His magic still needs time to adjust to the climate of his environment, before he could fully use it without devastating repercussions. Three years he had thrived in this planet, and with Death by his side, Harry's mind concluded that today is his time.

'Not yet', It whispered, 'Balance needs their guidance.'

"Death," Harry waves his hand once more and out pops a tea set with biscuits on the side. He took a cup and nibbled a cookie. "Is Fate pestering you again?"

'All is Same, All is One. The Creator Creates, the Master is Gatekeeper. All worlds created needs Balance."

"I know that, Death." Harry sets the cup on the table, and took out his laptop from another dimension. " Usually I don't have to do shit; why now of all times? As I've said, is Fate bothering you again?"

No answer was given except for dull 'hm'.

Harry clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Ugh, that bitch."

Still, Death gave no feed back to his Champion.

"I'll…I'll take that as a yes." He sighs, then got up to put his dish inside the sink. Harry was aware that he was not supposed to be able to casually move here, but he's magical. Apparently having to have emergency contacts, and other nonsense processed until the landlord gave the stamp of approval, takes too much of his time. He'll just tosh some magic and get himself a semi-permanent residence. Tomorrow though, not today as he is already tired from maintenance work. Death had disappeared off to wherever it needed to be, and Harry was just happy that he could be alone for once.

It was getting stuffy inside his this home of his, and it's best if he stretches his leg out for once instead of apparating to every destination he pleases. It seems that, like all other worlds he's been, public use of 'Quirks' are prohibited. Quirks? Harry Potter has No quirk. He has Magic, born and raised with that energy harboring in his soul! Quirks are genetic, tied to souls physical organic manifestation, and damn him if he can't use it when he wants to. Although for now, he'll have to do with exercising his abilities in his private domain and where no eyes can see.

He unlocks the latch and steps outside of his apartment complex; only to have Fate beat on his senses half way to death (if only he could actually die, that would be fantastic, thank you!). Harry's green vivid eyes turned to his right, and stared at another vivid green eyes. The color nearly matches his own, only the other person owning theirs is full of life, while his is breaming with unconstraint magic. Both boys observed each other's current interest, recognizing their similar traits. Harry is willing to admit that having a nearly identical Asian copy of his is not something he would be proud of. Sure, his hair is not emerald, and he doesn't have that many freckles as the other kid. If a person nulled that information and his glasses, other humans would have guessed they were brothers.

"…creepy" The curly verdant broccoli head mumbled.

"I agree…" Harry replied. The gawking seemed to last for another second, before the other person bowed repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry to say that! I was just so surprised that another person would look like me, and I kind of, sort of say something really rude, and I'm really really sorry! And I didn't know we have a neighbor so I was just, I-I, uhhh I,-"

Harry slaps the smol-greenbean's mouth shut, and grabs his cheeks taunt. "Calm the fuck down, please."

The wizard then pinches the bridge of his nose with his other hand. "I just finished moving here three hours ago, and screeching the hell out of my ears won't help anybody, will it?"

The greenbean's head swayed sideways. Harry sighs again. Gosh, how many sighing does it take for the world to stop fucking him up? "Alright, Imma le'go of you now, alright?"

Harry did so, and green curly fries backs away in shyness. His black gakuran with smidgen of dirt and smell of smoke radiates tenfold with the way he scrunches the fabric. Now that Harry thinks about it, wasn't there a fight that happened in downtown somewhere. Fuck, he's new to this country, so who gives?

"M-my name is Midoriya Izuku, nice to meet you," he gave another bow, "I hope your stay here will be pleasant."

"Yes same here." Just as Harry was about to step over to he could go downstairs and explore the city night life, the little bean asked him another question.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking your name." He widens his own grassy eyes, and swishes his hands in a drastic if funny nervous breakdown. "Of c-coarse y-you don't have to, i-it's just that since we're neighbors and all, I-I think it's best to get to know each other's names, you know? And-"

"Midorinoshi Akari."

There was a pause from constant mumbles. "Huh?"

"MEE- DO-REE-NO-SHI A-KA-REE." Harry said each and every syllable so it could get inside the boys leaf fluff covered brain. "You got that? Want me to repeat it?"

"Midorinoshi A-Akari?"

"Yeah."

Harry walks over to the stairs, before again being bombarded with questions.

"Wait, it's getting dark!" Green-boy Izuku squeaks, "And there were reports of villains just an hour-"

The immortal waved his hand in dismiss. "I'll be fine, I promise. I'm tougher than I look."

Midoriya only continues to doubt him, salty droplets already straining his verdant eyes. "B-but what happens if, there was just an attack three hours ago, Kacchan and me were attacked and I don't- it's, I-"

Harry about-faced, and glances at his neighbors tear streaked face. The fight traumatized this Midoriya boy, that's for sure. PTSD do that to anyone. The wizard cranks his head.

"Didn't I tell you, " He smirks; Harry had too much tricks in his sleeves for him to get caught up in some wannabe baddy ploy at world domination. Time tested him again and again, and stupid shits just don't know their own place at times, huh? "I'll be fine."

"But-"

"Bye, Midoriya" He spun and apparated away, leaving Izuku confused and glad that his quirk alloys him an instant escape from danger. Midorinoshi will be safe. Probably.

God. Ok that's a wrap for this chapter. It's 1:42 in the morning and I have school tomorrow, but no way of actually getting enough sleep cause I have insomnia! XD

Hopefully you'll still be here for the next one. Thanks for reading and please leave in some comments. Scholarly criticism would be great thank you.