Fleeting Worlds - Destiny’s Gravity Part One
You are all going to hate me.
As previously expressed, I have WAY too many ideas for fanfictions. So I’ve decided, I’m going to share these ideas, but not in the way you’d expect.
Instead of writing out every single story. You are only going to get snippets. There’s going to be little to no pre-text, just straight up “BANG - YOU’RE NOW IN THIS MOMENT THAT HAS BEEN CIRCULATING IN MY IMAGINATION FOR THIS ONE IDEA.”
Depending on the length of the idea, it’ll get broken up into parts. But every idea will belong to the general collection of “FLEETING WORLDS.”
Note: I am terrible at writing action sequences, and there’s a lot first thing for this one. Sorry ^^”
This is not edited.
SCENARIO: Ochako wakes up in a dingy bar, the League of Villains are facing her down, and Bakugo is restrained in a chair to her left. More concerning, Shigaraki has placed a “no harm” rule for her.
“..eeks”
“Wake…..fuck….Uraraka!”
Smoke clogged the air, blue flames consumed the trees, and blades came darting towards her.
Ochako’s eyes snapped open, and her body reacted to the feel of hands at her wrists. Fast enough to make her neck muscles protest, she snapped her head back, colliding it with someone’s face.
The grip on her hands released, she took in the threats surrounding her.
Behind her a man wearing a full body costume clutched at his face, blood soaking through where his nose was.
A man with black hair, pale skin, horrible scarring, and sharp blue eyes.
The blonde girl, Toga, had attacked her and Tsu head on, despite the odds.
Shigaraki from the League of Villains lounging at a bar, uncaring.
The vaporous villain from the USJ attack.
And a tall man, dressed well, wearing a top hat and spiral mask.
She couldn’t remember exactly how she’d gotten here, but that could be reflected on later.
Right now she focused on what to do next.
“Don’t just stand there, start kicking some ass!”
A glance to her left, and she was startled to see Bakugo. Bound and locked down in a chair, he was the embodiment of irate.
His voice didn’t just cut through to her, it got the others into motion too.
Toga drew out a blade giggling, “We get to play more Ochako-chan!”
Reacting more than thinking, Ochako turned and grabbed hold of the complaining man behind her. Activating her quirk, she spun and launched him into Toga, “WE AIN’T FRIENDS!”
As he went flying with no gravity she heard him...cheer? “WHEEEE!! FUCKING BITCH!”
Toga quickly dropped her blade, not wanting to impale her coworker. Ochako released the effect of her quirk just as his body connected with the girl’s, and the two went sprawling.
The black haired young man had seen it coming and dodged. He approached her with long, leisurely strides, “Cute little girls should behave, less they get into trouble.”
“FUCK HIM UP CHEEKS!” Bakugo’s encouragement wasn’t needed, but it was appreciated.
The problem was her lack of room. They’d placed her in a chair tucked towards the corner, with the open end of the bar blocking off the space in front of her. Bakugo blocked her in on the left, and the front was closed off by the villains.
Well, there was plenty of room above her.
Curling her fingers into loose fists, she gave the appearance of being ready to brawl. The approaching man scoffed and coiled, ready to lunge. Feeding off of Bakugo’s usual cockiness, she smirked, and launched up off the ground, having activated her quirk on herself.
Since learning martial arts from Gunhead, Ochako had spent a good deal of time strengthening her body. Her legs gave her plenty of propulsion, sending her flipping over the man’s head. Mid-way through she snapped out her foot, catching him in the head with a solid kick.
This also gave her redirection towards the roof. With a slight twist of her body, she got herself to turn and connect back first with the surface.
From here she could see two doors, one of which had to lead out of the building. Ochako was confident in her fighting style, but not so confident to think she was going to win against this many adversaries. On top of that, she had to get Bakugo out of here too.
There was a thick, locked block of metal around his hands, likely cancelling his quirk. Chances were good that the portal villain had the key to unlock it, and that wasn’t a fight she’d be able to win.
“This is getting on my nerves. Lock her down, now. Sensei wants to talk to her.” Ochako’s attention snapped to Shigaraki, thinking he would be leveling his disturbed glare at her. Instead, his focus was on Bakugo. Bakugo in turn was glaring right back at him, his teeth bared in a snarl.
A flutter of nausea touched on her stomach, reminding her that a few days of training camp didn’t mean she’d mastered her motion sickness. The thought of spewing all over the villains beneath her was disgusting, yet tempting.
It was only thanks to the warp villain being so close to Shigaraki, that she caught the movement of him turning his face in her direction.
Knowing what his quirk was, she quickly launched off the roof, aiming herself for the farthest end of the bar and the door there. A rustle of air against the back of her neck told her she’d barely missed being sucked through his portal.
The man in the spiral mask gave a heavy sigh shaking his head, “This is what we get for abducting teenagers. Magne dear, if you wouldn’t mind?”
A hulking woman she’d missed through her first sweep smiled brightly. She took hold of the masked man by the back of his shirt, and with a massive swing launched him up, on course to intercept Ochako's path.
“DON’T LET HIM TOUCH YOU!”
“YA FUCKIN’ THINK!?” Adrenaline in her veins, and fear skirting at the back of her mind, had her snapping back at Bakugo without a second thought.
Ochako released her quirk, and tucked into a roll as she dropped to the floor. This left the masked man to go sailing into the bar, where the warp villain barely managed to catch him in a gate and deposit him elsewhere.
The second she touched the ground, she used her curled momentum to unfurl back up onto her feet. Unfortunately it had put her real close to yet another villain she hadn’t first spotted.
This was one she didn’t know, and didn’t remember seeing during the USJ attack.
With his lizard appearance, it wasn’t hard to guess his quirk, but it didn’t give her a scope of what he was capable of.
Since he stood between her and the door, there was no question of what she needed to do.
He must have seen it in her eyes, as he grinned back and drew out two different blades, “Were it not for Shigaraki’s Sensei, I would perform Stain’s will and remove your notions of false heroism.”
“Don’t hurt her you idiot! Sensei wants her untouched!”
Shigaraki’s warning caused the lizard man to roll his eyes a touch, he’d literally just said he wasn’t going to do any serious damage.
A nasty knot twisted in Ochako’s gut. She did not want to meet whoever this sensei was.
The ground under her feet lurched, and her balance went off. She’d stayed in one spot too long!
A warp gate had opened beneath her, too wide for her to be able to grab onto the edges of the floor, she dropped through.
They’d opened the other end right over top of the massive woman, depositing Ochako right into her vice grip.
What must have looked like a bear hug, felt like two metal beams wrapped around her. Keeping her hands against her side and unable to touch anything. Her feet couldn’t even touch the floor.
As she struggled, attempting to get her heels to connect with any part of the woman’s body, the black haired man came over with a pair of black gloves in his hand, “Told ya we should have put these on her first thing. But does anyone listen?”
The woman, who Ochako believed was named Magne, shifted her grip so Ochako’s hands were more easily accessible. Ochako immediately clenched her hands into tight fists, she’d be damned if she was going to make anything easy for them.
The scarred man sighed through his nose and looked to Shigaraki, “Do you want this done quickly, or do you want us to play nice and take another two hours?”
Shigaraki's hands scratched at his throat as he whispered and hissed to himself a moment, “Fine! I’m sure Sensei will forgive a small transgression, for the sake of expediency.”
Permission given, turned what she could almost call an apologetic smile to her, “I tried to warn ya kid.” He dug his thumb into the squishy tendons on the bottom of her wrist, which was uncomfortable but bearable. He put his quirk into play from there, heating a single spot of his thumb that steadily began to burn into her flesh. She couldn’t keep her scream in check, nor could she endure it for long, allowing her fingers to uncurl.
A freezing cold cloth was wrapped around her wrist, and the gloves were slid onto her hands. She owned a pair herself for when she was sleeping. They were designed to cancel a person’s touch based quirk.
Finding her more compliant, Magne released her bear hug, but forced Ochako’s arms behind her back. She didn’t see who, but someone was quick to tie her wrists together.
That burning pain had cut through the adrenaline Ochako had been using for fuel. As it left her system, and the pain took up the forefront of her mind, she became aware of muffled yelling.
At some point, she didn’t know when, Bakugo must have gotten too noisy for their liking. One of the members had shoved a rag into his mouth. It cut down the volume of his fury, but it didn’t stop his enraged yelling in the slightest.
“Finally! We’ve kept Sensei waiting long enough. Let’s go Kurogiri.”
Shigaraki hopped down from the bar stool, and walked over to her. His pale white hand went to the back of her neck, and rested there, leaving only his pinky from touching.
Ochako flashed back to the mall, where Shigaraki had been holding Deku hostage much the same way. She hadn’t seen it during the USJ attack, but Deku had explained that Shigaraki’s quirk would have disintegrated his body had all five fingers made contact.
“Behave yourself. It’s only Sensei’s wish to see you that has kept you alive right now.”
Again she felt the ground beneath her give way, instead of the quick drop from a moment before, they sank at a controlled rate.
Fear and pain strangled her mind, and needing some form of comfort, she lifted her sight over to Bakugo.
The absolute fury shining in his ruby irises eased back a layer of the fear. She knew without a doubt, that if he got himself free, he was going to go off like a nuclear warhead.
As volatile as Katsuki Bakugo could be, he was 100% hellbent on becoming the #1 hero. And a hero wouldn’t stand by after watching one of their peers be hurt and taken to who knows where.