Hello Readers, thanks for checking out my story. This is my first time writing any fanfic at all, or even anything this long online. I wanted to make this story about as close as you could get if Metal Bat was truly in MHA and was set into similar initial circumstances as Izuku Midoriya. So, I've tried to retain their unique personalities to the best of my ability. 1. Power Scaling wise, Base Bad will be around his level of strength when he fought Garou in the manga, and this will be by the time he takes the U.A entry test. 2. Bad wil have no certifiable Quirk, and he will be just a force of nature with a bat. 3.I'm a much bigger fan of OPM that MHA myself; and so pretty much after AFO vs OFA's fight I'm kinda green, however if there is enough support, I might still continue after that arc.
Lastly, as I am new to this whole fanfiction thing, it would be greatly appreciated if you could reconmend anything to me or correct my grammar in any way; if any story suggestions sound intresting enough, I might implement it into the story. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Abysmal powers. A stoic attitude. A smile so wide it would put even Pig God's breadth to shame. The limelight was constantly on the number one hero in Japan; All Might. As the Symbol Of Peace, he was not only an idol to children, but also a radiant light to the weak and a Symbol of Fear for villains. With each Smash, he decimated and dashed villains and their hopes respectively, inspired countless people to become heroes and grew a larger and larger following. He was the pinnacle of heroes, a legend never to be forgotten, and also...
"Bro Bad! Loooook! All Might's so cool!"
Zenko's idol.
A petite girl with short black hair and a rose hairpin stared back. Her high-pitched fangirl squeal perked the ears of a certain 13-year old boy, dressed in a white school uniform and dawning a black leather jacket. This leather jacket was sentimental, of course; he would have it tailored to fit his body as he grew.
The boy glanced back as his little sister; smiling and promising:
"Really? That's great, I'll remember to buy ya his figurine next time."
"You promised twice already!" Pouting, she continued, "Booooooo, you can't care less about me, Bro!"
The rather bratty remark that would have stunted or annoyed even the most tempered individuals barely budged a brother that hailed his sister as the queen of the world.
Rather, it sent him into a mild depression.
"Ah, Gomen'nasai! Ya stupid bro won't forget again-" "Baka, thats what you said last time!"
Itai, Itai, Itai...
The currently-getting-smacked-on-his-head Bad crouched in fear, tearing at his sister's wrath. It would be unthinkable that this apparently cowardly boy would eventually crack heads wide open and tremble buildings with an indestructible metallic bat, right?
Hm.
As he led Zenko out the door onto the creaky wooden stairs, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed hold his bat; accompanied by his baseball cap, of course.
"Onii sama- I'll be late for school! Serves you right for wasting 5 minutes!" Said 5 minutes was used to fire a barrage of punches at Bad, who wasted no time apologising profusely even though he (likely) was not the one at fault. Bad had always walked Zenko to school; one reason was out of safety concerns, of course. The other was out of the bonding opportunities that they could have on the walk.
As of today, this opportunity was wasted on Zenko blaming Bad for not purchasing her dearest All Might figurine. Zenko always had an eye for heroes; not just All Might. Though coming off as bratty and childish, she could be rather mature in her thought processes. She did not just blindly follow heroes due to their flashiness and displays of strength. She understood the dangerous nature of the job, and admired their courage and determination, despite being in the face of death.
"Bad Onii-sama, you should become a hero too, just like All Might!"
"Hai, hai Zenko, ya already told me that five times earlier-"
"Hero name- Bad the Bat! Quirk- Bat!"
Bad was adamant to turn away from his sister's gleeful face; it was the purest form of joy watching her dream. And it was for him! Bad internally screamed and cried simultaneously at any praise for him from his sister. These complements were pieces of gold; both in worth and rarity.
"Bad Onii-sama, aren't you going to take the Hero test?"
He reminded himself of the prestigious academy that was U.A and its rigid exam. Of course, he was aiming to become a hero; protecting his sister was its main benefit. (and gaining her admiration as a bonus)
"I told ya before, Zenko; I've applied there already. Though, their exam is bloody tough, and I don't have a Quirk to begin with, making even harder..." He recoiled at the thought of it. Zenko understood the difficulty of becoming a hero, but experiencing that difficulty was a whole other beast itself. However, I've got the power of my sister behind me! I won't lose!
Of course, Bad was rather dense in regard to his power when he felt "Pumped Up". In this state, he would only focus and care about his objective, and not about his physical strength. Although, if a regular person had this power, they would probably notice that they were moving at near Mach speeds.
"Onii-sama, it won't be tough for you, because you're the coolest bro in the world!" An innocent and hopeful glee at Bad caused him to shed a tear. The manliest tear. The power of the Imouto was undefeatable-
"Though the Hero Bad loses to All Might in terms of coolness."
If his heart was a baseball bat, Zenko just hit it with a home run. Never mind that, second place!
Not long, Zenko arrived at her school. She hopped off Bad's shoulders and landed with a light *poof* on the concrete floor. Impossible with most other girls, but she was a god beyond these mere mortals.
"Shit, I'll be late, G'bye Zenko!" Unlike his arrival, Bad had leaped into the sky and left a trail of dust behind him, as he rallied his entire body to rush to school in time...
Checklist:
1. The special discount for that All Might figurine is 10% in the morning, so if I make it on time, I can surprise her the moment I get back and same money for some sweets too-
I have to get to school in under 5 minutes, and its around 2 kilometers away, so I'll have to run around - uh - twothousandandfivehundredmeters dividedby5minutesor360 seconds, whichwouldbearound4.5 meters persecondohwaitwasthat5.6m/sorwaitwhatwasthedistance-
"Damn it all-" He muttered under his breath. Bad was not the brightest; his math results were absolute crap. He'd have to thank himself for that later...
The boy's pompadour bounced to the motions of his strides, as the pursuing updraft dusted the roads for free. For the folks in the streets, he was a freak. For him, he was just pumped up.
"Kuso! There ain't no time for playing around; I'll just have to gun it even faster-" The streets were no longer trailing with dust, they were set ablaze. Bystanders watched as a 13 year old defied human possibilities and outran a speeding car; people with widened eyes staring wordlessly at a boy swearing profusely with words we weren't allowed to say in this fanfiction; birds slowing their motion in utter fear thinking they had seen a ghost.
"Pumped up, Fightin' Spirit, Ground Pummlin'!" The ground began to crack at the raw power of his steps; mini-craters left behind by the seizmic impact his feet had caused on the pavement. A certain kid with blue hair and jet engines calves barely caught a whiff of the speeding baseball player, absolutely stunned at the aftermath he left.
Far away, a villain with a 'Gigantification' Quirk wreaked havoc on the city. Within a swing of his powerful arm, he dislocated a nearby radio tower and let its other half fall to the ground. However, to his surprise, a large group of civilians and policemen were at the scene.
Why was this, you ask?
Dashing to save the bystanders was none other than Death Arms! Known as "The Punching Hero", he steadied himself, braced his arms and caught the massive debris using his bare hands, preventing the civilians from getting hit by metal fragments that would have flown everywhere. A round of applause surfaced from the grateful crowd, as Death Arms levied the weight, slowly lifting it up and setting it down gently.
To their surprise, a barrier line made of high pressure water zipped in front of them, guarding the area and preventing daft members of the public from getting too close. "Everyone, this is dangerous. Stay back, stay back!" He said rather stoically. The hero was none other than Backdraft, the famous rescue hero!
However, perhaps the best was yet to come...
A blur of brown, along with squeals of adoring fangirls signalled the arrival of a new hero: Kamui Woods! With dazzling speed and agility, he hopped his way to the criminal beast and engaged in fierce combat, attempting to restrain him with his wooden shoots. Though the villain shook of his initial efforts and three Kamui around, the hero remained unfazed, as he simply landed on a nearby structure and prepared his final attack:
"Illegal use of powers during rush hour and robbery resulting in lethal injury. You are the incarnation of evil!"
His arms grew multiple strong shoots, turning into a veiny mess of flexible and tough wooden branches. Upon witnessing this, the crowd went wild; many shouting,"Here it comes!"
"Pre-emptive...
...binding...
...Lacquered Chain Prison!"
As the wooden branches extended, they begun to spread out and encircle the hostile villain...
...when...
"OUT OF MY WAY, DAMMIT!"
A certain boy wielding a baseball bat, nearly invisible to the naked eye, dashed straight past the high powered water fence, leapt above metal debris, and sped towards the villain with near zero hesitation. The destructive shockwave temporarily deafened everyone at the scene due to its sheer magnitude. Kamui's enhanced senses could barely catch an essence of the young man, who blitzed like a literal human cannonball.
"Wha-"
*WHAM*
Before he even uttered a syllable, the gigantic villain had been smacked on his left arm and flew to one side by like a rag doll. A booming sound that shook the area followed. The pure air pressure from that one, resounding strike made its presence known to all present at the scene, as neither Death Arms with his super-strength, Backdraft with their water pressure or Kamui with his wooden arms could resist recoiling in utter shock.
...
*BAM*
...
Upon the collapse of the massive villain, who appeared to be barely alive, a shockwave-inducing yell forced it way out of the boy's lungs, as he continued to trample the road beneath him.
"Who-...what-...Damnit." The wooden hero lowered his arms in resignation, as everyone else failed to register what just happened.
"ONE MINUTE LEFT, FUUUUUUU-" A certain boy with an obliterated wooden bat hollered, about 1 kilometre away from the scene.
No Quirkless man would or could have trained to this level; it would have to be a quirk user to attempt performing these feats. And even then, pro-heroes would be petrified at the raw power of this child. However, he had no Quirk.
He had no gifts.
An ordinary boy, who, through raw determination, had the potential to will his body into a terrifying machine; without concerning if that machine would break down.
Maybe this boy had an inherent ability deep within him, that would manifest itself in struggle and difficulty...
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Naw, he's just PUMPED UP.
This power he had, however, came at a cost.
Flashback:
The quiet hush of rain and the occasional bellow of thunder that rocked the skies hid the tears on Bad's face. Under the shelter of a black umbrella, he watched as two rectangular wooden coffins were lowered into the hollow earth; its jaws taking from him his most beloved Oto-san and Oka-san, and his hope along with them. Shadowy figures stood next to him; he did not care who they were or where they came from. The only person of concern was...
"Bad Onii-chan," A gentle yet desperate tug beckoned him. Glancing wearily as the young girl, he waited for her to finish.
"...Oto-san and Oka-san... will they be okay?"
The reflection of raindrops made it tough for Bad to see her expression.
He softened his usual tough talk,
"Zenko... Oto-san and Oka-san are gone."
As if on a grim cue, a sharp blade of lightning struck the ground. A dramatic and unwelcome addition.
Zenko, normally a radiant sunflower that teased and laughed with her brother, only now reduced to a stiff doll.
"Oh...okay."
Her brother tilted his head in response. An unexpected reply, to be sure, but this was his sister. Perhaps her unpredictable nature had gotten to her head this time?
"Zenko, don't be sad; listen, they aren't completely gon-"
"Okay."
"Zenko?"
A steady, slow pace of footsteps that matched the light nature of descending raindrops that made the environment increasingly suffocating. These footsteps were headed towards their house. Their previously comforting and homey house.
The house once filled with laughter, now turned a place of grievance and sadness.
"Zenko!" Bad called after her, his cries halted by the growing rainfall.
A teardrop leaked from her pale and innocent face. Then two. Then three. Four followed rapidly, and soon the pace of raindrops matched her teardrops. Bad had no time to clear his mind when a soft thud, yet dauntingly thunderous in Bad's head, was accompanied with a fallen little girl; her face planted in dead leaves. It was as if a wilting flower finally fallen.
This wilting flower would be lightly picked up from its grave by a small set of gentle, yet strong hands. Teardrops mixed with black shirt and jacket, with the owner of said items regarding them as the most valuable things on Planet Earth, as they had been soaked with Zenko's tears.
It hurt him to see her like this; a sobbing mess that laid itself to the ground; both in defeat and trauma.
It wasn't so long ago.
"Bad, could you pass me that plate?"
"Sure, Mom."
After one long night painstaking arguments between their parents, Bad was exhausted. He stayed up the whole night praying to any God up there and covering Zenko's ears from violent banging, wishing for the fight to stop.
Of course, regular traumatic experiences do decrease the magnitude of trauma felt each subsequent time.
This however, seemed much more final.
"I've had it with you! All you do is laze around in the house, acting like a slob!" The female voice shouted between sobs. "Why son't you get a job already? Can't you see our family is struggling?"
An angry male voice slammed back at this remark. "Save the big talk for yourself! You were the one who gambled away our lives!"
"You joined in too!"
"You started it first!"
These exchanges had lost its punch on Bad, who grew resistance in his mind towards violence. He no longer cared about family matters; he just wanted them to stop.
Hours later, with a hollering voice and the booming slam of a door, along with intense sobs from his mother, Bad knew it had ended.
"Bad, could you pass me that plate?"
"Sure, Mom."
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The kitchen and living rooms were a mess; though they retained some human morals and did not resort to violence, the once peaceful house because a hellhole of alcohol bottles and snuffed cigarettes. These additions were relatively new, only brought here recently by some...
...unfortunate...
...events.
"Bad, tomorrow me and Oto will be out for a drive." She winced and smiled back at me, terribly hiding her sense of remorse and regret.
"We have to sort some things, Bad..."
"Will you be back, Oka-san?"
"I can make a pinky promise!" By concealing her hurt much better this time, Bad had regained some hope.
Before this disaster had happened, Bad loved his parents; theirs seemed like the perfect family. He had some preference for his mother, but he did not hate either. Not even now.
Not even now...
On the next day, as Bad waved goodbye to his mother entering the family car and held a drowsy Zenko's hand, he tried to tell himself everything was alright.
The obituaries, unfortunately would have said the drive went...
...otherwise.
He had only one left; a fragment of his family, to be sure, but one that he would value with his life. With an unconscious Zenko clutched to his chest, an oath was made that Hell on Earth would be met by anyone who tried to hurt her.
This oath would be kept for the rest of his life, to the best of his ability.
This oath would decide everything he did from that point on.
This oath would give him a power that he would use to guard the weak and crush his foes. Only unto him, an indomitable fighting spirit.
Of course, our pompadour-ed protagonist wasn't dwelling on these distant memories. All Might figurine in one hand and his shattered wooden bat in the other, he would arrive on time for a certain school:
Aldera Junior High.