Chapter 130:

The camp was not as active as one might think, considering it was a camp of barely supervised children.

No one was allowed outside the campsite and Sori was to use her keen senses(and the Seers) to make sure no one did.

This was for two reasons. First was for security reasons, Sori was the only one supervising them, and she couldn't be everywhere at once, so it was better to keep them where she was.

The second reason was because there was a TON construction happening all over the property.

Not just on the main facility, but also all over the forest. Izuku contracted a bunch of construction companies to work on new projects. And he didn't want the kids interfering with their work.

As such, no sparring matches were allowed, nor any use of quirk that jeopardized the safety of others or the camp itself.

So pretty much everyone was stuck in their tents, thankfully they set up a router, so they did have access to the internet.

Which meant Kiba was back to her regular routine.

"Hello, all my loyal subjects!" Kiba said to the camera. "Your queen is alive and well!"

LADY KIBA YOU'RE ALRIGHT!

I knew no villains could harm her!

What the hell happened!?

Low life quirkest scum dared lay their hands on our queen!?

"Fear not, I am completely unharmed, those villains could not lay even a single hand on me." Kiba lied, with a smile. "As if I would ever let such low-life quirkist harm my beautiful skin. However, I lament that this stream will be short. Due to the damage done to my property, I can't truly provide much in the way's interesting content for the month and will be taking this opportunity to relax as a queen should. I simply wished to inform all my subjects that their queen is safe, and why I will not be making any more entertainment for a short while."

Awwwwwwwww!

Understandable, given the situation.

Make sure to rest up Lady K!

Your servants will patiently await your return!

We love you Lady Kiba!

"With that said, thank you all for checking in, and farewell for now," Kiba said, before ending the stream.

As Kiba was shutting down her equipment, Fu watched from behind.

"You're not going to tell them about your new form?" Fu asked her.

Immediately all traces of joy drained from Kiba's face, as her expression morphed into a scowl. "Why would I ever tell them about that…that grotesque form. Especially when I have no intention of ever turning into it again."

"Hmmmmm." Fu about expected that reaction. While Kiba remembered nothing about her time while she was transformed, and no one was going to tell her the full story, they had shown Kiba an image taken by the cameras of her transformed state and told her what she was like in that form.

And to say she was not a fan, would be an understatement.

"You know, you may not have a choice," Fu argued. "This seems like a transformation that's triggered, rather than activated."

"I don't care." Kiba hissed, turning her head and glaring at him. "I'm not turning into that monster again. End of story."

Fu sighed. "Fine, but you may want to sort yourself out before Yonda decides to do that for you. Speaking of which, she's called for a group meeting outside, something about helping out Izuku."

This got Kiba's attention and caused her expression to soften. "Well, if it's about helping out Caretaker, then I suppose we must attend. Come, and speak no more of that wicked form."

With that Kiba got up, and exited the tent, leaving Fu behind.

Fu sighed. "Kiba. Always so lively. Always so worrying."

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Yonda looked over the crowd of kids in front of her. All of them standing outside in the middle of the camp. Alright. Looks like everyone except Mu is here. And I'm just going to assume he's here but we can't see him. With that in mind, I'll get right to the point. Right now, father is working hard to earn us more money.

"Money? What do we need that for?" Ken asked curiously. "I thought we had plenty of that?"

Yonda shook her head. Normally, yes. We would have plenty of money to keep things running as they were before the attack. However…father has big plans. As you are all aware, the Meta Liberation Army has declared war on us, of the Midoriya Foundation. And to fight a war, you need lots of things. Weapons, soldiers, and much much more. All of which father is working to procure, and all of which, are VERY expensive.

There was a general sense of unease after that comment, as many of the children were off-put and slightly scared by Yonda's phrasing.

While others…

"Those creeps, if they come here again, I'll smash them myself!" Ken vowed.

"As if! I still to repay them for the hole in my chest!" Nara growled. While Kiba was the one to actually punch through her chest, it was the M.L.A.'s fault that Kiba was in that state, to begin with.

"I'll burn 'em up!" Netsu shouted, his flames increasing in intensity.

"Don't overexaggerate things Yonda." Fu rolled his eyes. "We're not at war, a powerful villain group has targeted us, yes. But we're not at war, there is a difference. We're not going to attack them, anything, we just need to defend ourselves from their attacks, until the heroes can eliminate them. That's all."

I simply wanted to stress the urgency and importance of the situation. That's all. Yonda huffed. But you're not wrong. That being said, father is still gathering up resources, to build a better defense for us. And that needs money. Which means we need to start making some.

Yonda pointed at Kiba. Kiba, I'm going to discuss producing merchandise for you to sell via your channel, with father. Plushies, shirts, outfits, and much more. So get ready to advertise.

Kiba nodded. "If it will assist Caretaker, then I'll do it."

Shiruku, we need you to produce more outfits for Kiba to wear, this way we can sell more Kiba cosplay. Yonda told her. Game dev team, once we return, I expect you all to work feverishly. And Ken, you especially should broaden your horizons.

"What does that mean?" Ken asked.

Yonda shook her head. You can produce beautiful animations with, with best graphics technology available. You can do so much with that in terms of money-making. You could make a whole shonen battle anime, that would look absolutely stunning."

"Huh…yeah no I guess I could do that." Ken pondered. "I mean I'd need someone to write it still, and Fuku's already overworked."

Fuku opened her mouth, but Fu shot her a look, and she immediately shut it.

"I can make the story." Said Mu's voice, coming from seemingly nowhere. "It'll be simple. An easy-to-understand plot, with likable characters, and lots of fight scenes, that's all that's needed right?"

"That's pretty much shonen battle anime in a nutshell," Fu said. "Might need to oversee that as well."

As for the rest of you. Looks for opportunities to use your talents to earn money, in whatever ways you can. Yonda told them. Or assist others in their efforts. Either way is fine. Please remember, we're all in this together. If father struggles, we all do. That's all.

With that, Yonda left and made her way toward her tent.

Everyone immediately started talking among themselves, all except for Fu, who went to follow Yonda towards her tent.

Fu entered the tent after her, and Yonda turned to answer him.

Fu, what can I do for you? Yonda asked.

Why are you so attached to Izuku? Fu asked outright. I understand the whole, him giving us a house and food, and all that, but your attachment seems to be…greater. Especially considering the kind of person you are.

Hmmm. Well if you're getting right to the point, then so will I. You see Fu, in general, I despise the human race. Yonda explained simply. Ever since I got this curse of a quirk, most of what I've heard is hatred, complaints, and schemes on how to hurt other people. So much negativity, it's maddening. Do you have any idea how depressing it is to be me?

I can guess. Fu nodded. I can also guess how much of a breath of fresh air Izuku's thoughts are.

Exactly, not once does he complain about other people, or think selfishly about how to get ahead. Almost all his thoughts are dedicated to others. Yonda smiled fondly. Sure he has his own negative thoughts, mostly self-depreciation which can be frustrating, but he's about as perfect as one can expect a human to be. And you all aren't so bad either. Almost everyone here is about as good as a human can get in my eyes. And I live far, far away from the mess of thoughts that is the city. This place is as perfect as it can get for me. And I have Father to thank for that. That is the reason for my devotion.

I see…so if you hate your quirk so much, why haven't you asked Izuku to get rid of it? Fu asked.

I could ask the same of you. Yonda responded.

Because I'm dead. Fu answered. My quirk is the only thing keeping me alive. Get rid of that, and I just drop dead.

I see. How unfortunate. Yonda shook her head. Well, then I guess it's my turn to answer your question. You see the reason I don't ask my father to get rid of my quirk, is because I've already tried living without it.

Fu raised an eyebrow. How?

Yonda gestured to her ears. Did you know, that these things aren't actually ears? At least they don't function the same way most ears do. Although they look the same as normal ears, they have two unique differences. One is that they let me hear the thoughts of others, and two they grow back if you cut them off.

It didn't take Fu very long to put together what Yonda was implying. Ah. I see.

Once you can hear the thoughts of others, and how distrustful, and hateful they are, you can't go back. Yonda sighed. Without my quirk, quite frankly, I'd become an insane paranoid mess…well, an even more insane paranoid mess.

Does Izuku know that you did that? Fu asked.

Yonda rolled her eyes. Of course, he does, it's on my file. D.O.C.'s lazy, but even they wouldn't just not record something like this.

I guess so. Still, don't do anything like that again. Fu told her firmly. I don't think Izuku could handle much more stress.

I know. Yonda nodded. Have a nice day Fu, and tell Kiba she doesn't have to worry about me, I'll let the therapist deal with her. Unless of course, the situation is dire.

Uh uh. Yeah, I trust that alright. Fu said sarcastically.

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Meanwhile, just after Yonda's meeting, Ken and Nara went over to Kiba.

"Hey, are ok Kiba?" Nara asked the vampiric girl.

"I feel completely fine, why?" Kiba asked in return.

"We uh, we just wanted to make sure you were ok after the whole, transformation thing," Ken said awkwardly.

"I would rather we not speak of that form," Kiba said, before a look of guilt formed on her face. "In reality, I should be asking you that. I heard you all had to hold me off while I was in that…state."

Both Ken and Nara winced at the sheer disgust in Kiba's voice as she talked about herself, both knowing, exactly what that felt like.

"A little." Ken lied, both him and Nara feeling a phantom pain in their chest as they recalled what happened. "But it wasn't too bad."

"Thank goodness," Kiba said. "If I had seriously ended up hurting you, I don't think I could truly forgive myself."

Ken and Nara flinched, as once again, they felt pains in their chest.

"I'd also like to thank you for keeping me from…killing that woman." Once again the disgust returned to Kiba's voice. "Vile as she was, taking a life like that…is something a monster would do. Thank you so much, for not allowing such an act."

"You don't have to thank us, we were just doing what was right," Nara said, giving her a gentle smile.

"We're trying to become heroes after all," Ken said, forcing a confident smirk.

"Well, you two have already become heroes, in my eyes." Kiba smiled at them, with a very thankful but also tired look in her eyes. "Now excuse me, I grow tired. I would like to take a nap."

Neither Ken nor Nara noted how odd it was for her to be tired right when the sun was going down, and just let her make her way back to her tent, before looking at each other with very serious expressions.

"Do you think lying to her is really the best option?" Nara asked with a look of concern.

"Of course it is!" Ken shouted at her, causing Nara to flinch at the sudden aggression. "Izuku told us we CAN'T tell her about this! You wanna go behind his back after everything he did for us!"

"Ken calm down!" Nara told him. "I'm just asking."

Ken took a moment, before letting out a deep breath, and looking away from his sister. "Sorry, it's just…I know what it's like to become a monster. To just…lose control of who you are to something else, and be completely helpless as you do awful things. It's a blessing she doesn't remember what happened."

"Ken-" Nara was about to once again reassure her brother that what happened was not his fault, but he cut her off, by looking back up at her, with one of the most serious expressions she'd ever seen.

"She can never know what she did to us back there. Ever." Ken told her. "Because I know that if I were her, and I found that out. I'd never be able to forgive myself."

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"Thank you again Mr. and Mrs. Nigai, truly we appreciate you allowing us to stay here for the time being," Sai said, as she, Mr. Nigai, and his wife, as all three of them sat and had some tea together at the dinner table, late at night. "I'm sure many others would have been more hesitant, given what's happened…and still happening."

"It's no issue at all, we're more than happy to help the Midoriya family after such an awful tragedy." Mrs. Nigai said.

"Especially after he went through the trouble of getting me that raise, feeding two extra mouths is no problem." Mr. Nigai said, before raising his eyebrow. "Actually now that I think about it. How did he do that?"

Sai shrugged. "I have absolutely, no idea. That boy is frighteningly capable."

It was then, that Amai and Yami came into the kitchen.

Amai was in gaming mode and was practically bursting with energy. Yami…not so much. The poor boy looked tired, to say the least.

"Don't worry about us, we're just here to pick up some more gamer fuel!" Amai said as she ran over to pull from her massive stash of Mt Dew and Doritos.

"You look like you're having fun dear, just make sure not to stay up too late." Mr. Nigai chucked as he watched his daughter grab her junk food excitedly while Yami watched and tried to keep his eyes open.

"Sorry, but nope! Me and Yami are gonna keep gaming, ALL NIGHT LONG!" Amai yelled as she ran out of the kitchen.

Yami sighed as he followed her. "I'm going to die."

As the two left the kitchen, Mr. Nigai laughed. "I'm so glad those two met, I've never seen my little girl look so happy before."

"Yes, companionship, truly is a wondrous thing." Sai chuckled.

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In Amai's room, the two kids sat in front of the screen, playing a co-op game together.

"Alright, Yami just focus your magic on the boss!" Amai said, before looking at Yami's character, who was currently walking into a wall. "What are you-"

Amai was interrupted when she felt Yami fall onto her shoulder.

"Ughhhhhhh." Yami was currently struggling to stay awake, barely keeping his eyes open.

Amai saw that her partner was struggling, and was snapped out of gamer mode for a minute. "Hey, you can go to sleep if you want. Not everyone is suited for hardcore gaming."

Yami shook his head. "Wanna keep going. Want to keep…making you happy."

POP.

It was then that Amai's face went red, and pink candies started popping out of her body.

As Yami lost his battle against his need for sleep, Amai just looked at her friend's sleeping form. "Oh, I'm just gonna keep falling won't I?"

GAME OVER!