Third Person POV; Saga's POV

Saga clenched the shoulder strap on her box backpack. Beforehand, she made sure all of her Pokemon-inspired festival masks were decorated onto her backpack (consisting of a Buneary mask, a Croagunk mask, an Eevee mask, a Pikachu mask, a Happiny mask, a Shinx mask, a Hisuian Sneasel mask, a Mime Jr. mask, and a Goomy mask). It should be noted to never refer her to a certain happy mask salesman from a certain video game franchise lest your life be threatened with extreme prejudice and no regret.

She had filled her decorated backpack with her favorite outfits, along with her karate gi and her favorite kimono sets. She was also wearing her Darkrai-inspired kimono outift, the color matching her current mood as she waited the dreaded moment when her father shows up. And it should be noted that her father, while he doesn't approve of his daughter's wardrobe to begin with, he is known to make his displeasure known in regards of her dressing in "emo colors" as it is "not heroic" in his eyes.

(A/N: her backpack only decorated with her festival masks)

She also paired her outfit with matching geta sandals. Regardless of her father's so-called preferences, she chose to dress accordingly to her mood. While she may have plans along with backup plans to stay out of the same vicinity of her father, she is still dreading having to even so much as look at his ugly mug for any given amount of time.

(A/N: her outfit)

Inside her pack along with several of her karate gi uniforms and her arsenal of kimono outfits she also grabbed her folding crafting table, as she does have a knack for making her own Pokeballs and sometimes treats for her Pokemon companions. Her aunts had also packed her provisions especially where things such as "that time of the month" occurs, and they wouldn't trust the number one hero to get her the Midol or any other painkiller she needs when the Red Curse hits, much less the appropriate sized pads as Saga is deathly scared of tampons (A/N: me in real life). Within her kimono, Saga kept not only her katanas hidden away, she also has her arsenal of Pokeballs holding her more hard-hitting ace Pokemon, like her Arcanine, affectionately named Daruk, hidden away. She also packed her flutes (in which she is holding her Celestica flute in one of her hands), as she knows for a fact that she is gonna feel homesick and will need a way to cope with it. She had already played a few quiet songs already whilst waiting for her less than prompt father to show up. She knows a whole plethora of songs to help ease her unease, and add in a few Pokemon (namely her Arcanine, Lucario, and Zoroark), then you have a beautiful serenade happening in the dead of the night. Now if she could just avoid her old man when she needs to do this...

Speaking of...

She lifted her head, seeing the familiar car headlights coming down the road. She knows her aunts were watching from the window above them, scowls marring their faces as it wasn't Saga's father stepping out of the driver's seat, but it was Detective Tsukauchi.

"Of course." Saga thought sarcastically, not bothering to hide her distaste as Toshinori's associate approached her. "Why even bother pretending to be surprised."

"Oh great. You again." Saga didn't bother trying to filter her words. "You just can't get enough of seeing me, huh, detective."

"Please don't start this." the detective pleaded, looking as if he rather be at the dentist. "I'm just doing my job."

"I thought your job is to be a detective, not being my father's chaffeur. Don't you have some crimes to solve?" Saga smarted off. "What, he couldn't be bothered to be seen with his kid? Why am I not surprised?"

The detective sighed running a hand over his face. This week alone had taken a lot out of him. And his closest friend's daughter is not helping matters.

Not that she cared. Any friend of her father's is automatically deemed an enemy in her eyes. And she could care less about his enemies both hero and villain alike. To her, they are just as bothersome as he is, if not slightly less, just for wasting their time with the likes of him. It depends on who we are talking about.

"Just get in, kid. We're gonna meet up with him and he'll take you home."

Saga scoffed at his words. "Home? More like a jail cell.." Anywhere that man calls home is never that to her. Quite the opposite, actually. She roughly brushed past the detective, not even sparing him a glance as she got herself inside the vehicle, slamming the door roughly.

Rubbing his now throbbing arm, the detective sighed in both exasperation and fatigue before he got back behind the wheel. From her spot next to the window in the backseat, Saga looked up through it to have one more look at her aunts as it will be at least a week if not more before they see each other again. Her eyes burned slightly as she tried to hold back her tears in case that meddling detective was watching her through the rearview mirror. She refuses to cry in front of him, much less one of her father's colleagues. She rather wait until she is alone with her Pokemon where they can comfort her in silence. Her aunts' gaze met hers, and their scowl that was meant for Toshinori's friend melted away to sadness as they too were going to miss her, even if they have plans to meet up within the near future. As the car drove away, Saga continued looking behind her as the apartment complex receded from view. When it did, she reached into her shirt front and pulled out her earphones and her souped up iPod Touch (a gift from Melissa on her last birthday) and turned it on as she plugged her earphones in. She hoped that this will keep the bothersome cop from trying to strike a conversation with her as she was not interested in the slightest. She leaned her head back as one of her songs from one of her many playlists began to play Green Day "Wake Me Up When September Ends."

"How fitting... given my current circumstances..." she thought to herself as she chuckled humorlessly to herself internally at the irony. She shut her eyes as the song eased her internal pain. Through her almost shut eyes, she saw the detective look in the rearview mirror to see her in the reflection. He sighed, clearly thinking she is asleep and thought it wise to not try to wake her and continue driving. Good. Because she has nothing to say to him. Just like always when she gets dragged in by him when she gets caught by the truant officers when she plays hooky.

"My child..." she nearly smiled in relief when she heard the powerful yet comforting voice of Arceus.

"Hi." she responded mentally, keeping her features blank even as Tsukauchi is no longer paying attention to her in favor for keeping his eyes on the road.

"Will you be okay?"

They knew the answer to that; but it was nice that they were looking out for her.

"Honestly, I'm gonna need all the help I can get..." She responded, her mental voice melancholic.

"I will always be by your side, my dearest child..." She nearly smiled at the sentiment. It pays to have a powerful deity on your side. It kinda helps with the morale boost.

"Thank you..." she gratefully spoke, before she let her subconscious drift off, making her lean her head against the window.

Timeskip....

The next time she awoke, the car had just stopped at their destination. Blinking away the grogginess in her eyes, Saga immediately sat up and straightened her kimono, making sure she didn't drool on herself on the way over. Seeing that none of the above happened, she looked out the window to see where they had stopped at. A frown appeared on her face when she immediately recognized the gaudy H-shaped building as the place her old man currently works in.

"Great. Of all places to meet with the idiot..." she thought crossly as she unbuckled herself and left her earphones in, changing the band and song from Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends" to Skillet's "Sick Of It." She couldn't think of a better song to fit the current scenario at that moment. She ignored the detective's offered hand as she grabbed her seemingly heavy bag and walked past him towards the gate of the nationally proclaimed number one school for heroes to get this stupid rendezvous over with. Leaning against the gate, she pulled out her iPod and began scrolling through her library, blatantly ignoring the detective still standing there at the car. Sighing, he just placed his hands into the pockets of his trench coat and tried not to look so awkward standing there.

Fifteen minutes passed before finally, Toshinori decided to grace them with his presence. Saga, while she sensed him coming thanks to her aura training with Link, her Lucario, didn't tear her eyes away from the screen of her iPod, even when he stood in front of her, trying to get her attention.

"I AM HERE!!!!" Toshinori suddenly yelled.

Only to deflate when Saga only looked at him blankly and said in a blank tone, "And you are too loud." Before she went back to her iPod.

Toshinori sighed in exasperation. He turned to the detective their eyes meeting for a brief exchange. The detective only shook his head tiredly, not wanting to even talk about it.

"I'll be going now," Tsukauchi announced suddenly, leaving to get in his car and departed soon after.

"Thank Arceus, thought he was never gonna leave." Saga thought with a bit of relief and irritation.

She was forced to sit in the front seat next to her father as he drove to his place. Saga kept her eyes trained out the window next to her, not even bothering to acknowledge him, despite his efforts to start a conversation (mostly about hero crap and the like, which she immediately shut down by putting her earphones back in and turning up the volume to listen to her AC/DC soundtracks).

When they finally arrived at his apartment, Saga knew that her mentality is gonna be stretched to her limits as she looked inside the apartment. She grew disgusted at the interior; it was like he picked up the most boring magazine in existence and found this boring and ugly-looking flat and called up the owner and said she wanted that. The walls were white, the furniture was tasteless, and there was only one plant in the house and it wasn't even real. Where is the feng shui?! Where is the life?! This scene is deader than a graveyard!

With a slight growl, she shoved past Toshinori, ignoring the way his eyes bore into the back of her head as she examined the place further. Upon entering the kitchen she wanted to scream as memories of when she lived with him the first time came back to her in an unpleasant rush. Dishes were piled in the sink, the garbage can was filled to the brim with obviously failed attempts at making dinner along with various takeout containers, and she could almost see the laundry piling out of the laundry room in the room just beyond the hallway leading to what must be her bedroom. She pinched the bridge of her nose; she really has her work cut out for her. Discreetly, she took pictures of the place, making a mental note to send them to her aunts so they could have some evidence that this idiot is not fit to be her guardian.

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she decided to follow the idiot to what is supposed to be her room. Opening the door, she nearly let out a scream of frustration as, like the rest of this boring apartment, there was practically zero life in the bedroom. No originality, just a plain white room with a single bed with tasteless matching sheets. Hell, the blanket on top looked depressing. There was also white curtains which Saga had every intention to rip, not just take them off, just fucking rip them off the curtain rod and replace them with black blackout curtains. She is not a morning person. If this idiot even so much as try to get her up before nine in the morning on her days off, she is gonna sucker punch him in his throat, hero or not. Maybe if she does it hard enough, she will disable him from talking.

Now she was enduring a lecture from him, giving her the "rules of the house." To which she was actively tuning him out.

He finally stopped talking. "Did you get all of that?" He asked, his eyes scrutinizing her as she gave him a look that screamed "I am bored of you."

"Yeah, sure," she said in a monotone, just wanting him to shut up and go away.

"Repeat back what I said."

"Back what I said."

She held back a laugh at the groan of frustration that erupted from the number one hero.

With that, she turned to enter her ugly bedroom.

"Get to bed." Toshinori spoke from behind. "We have an early start tomorrow."

She gave him a narrowed eyed look. "First of all, who's this we you speak of? I have no intention of doing anything with you, much less being around you, kemosabe. It's bad enough I'm stuck with you as it is. The mere sight of you makes me sick, if not making me consider the merits of self-harm."

"Saga..." She ignored his warning tone.

"And second of all, if I were to play along with your sad delusions, what the hell would we be doing anyway?"

"Well, you are coming with me to UA." He spoke as if that were decided.

Which you know, not.

"Yeah, no." She instantly shot him down.

"You have no choice-"

"Yes, I do. I practically finished school, even though I got expelled on the last day. In case you have not noticed, which I know you haven't, I have aced all my classes. But you wouldn't know about that, now would you given how far your head is up your ass."

"Young lady, those are not heroic things you should be saying-"

"Oh save it, you pompous gutless windbag." She cut him off again, intentionally making a jab at his damaged organs from Toxic Chainsaw. "I'm not a hero, nor do I intend to be one, as you have more or less shot that dream to hell, remember? And that aside, I have my own committiments to attend to. A lot of them not involving you and your meddling heroic crap."

"And what might that be?" He challenged right back.

"For one thing, work. In case you didn't listen to Aunt Rakshata, which knowing you, you probably have not, I have a job at one of the most prominent bathhouses and dojo in Japan. That and I also got kendo, jodo, aido, and aikido lessons there on my off days."

"I thought I told you that swordplay is outdated-"

"You are outdated, old man." Saga instantly shut him down, as she was not gonna listen to him go on and on with his Quirkist views. "Honestly, you wonder how that so-called Toxic Chainsaw fucker knocked you down to the point you have almost no vital organs. You and your hero groupies put too much stock in your Quirks and look where it gets you." She gestured to his gaunt appearance with one hand. "Case in point..."

"Young lady..."

"Oh save it. I'm tired of wasting my breath with you. You suck the life out of everything. I have work tomorrow so don't bother waiting up." She then tried to shut the door on him, only for him to stop it with his hand. Though Saga noted that he struggled to keep it that way, even in his scrawny form, much to her smug satisfaction.

"Now just a minute, Young Saga," the blonde fool began to reprimand her, making her openly roll her eyes at him. "For one thing I want to validate this "job" of yours that you have-"

"You know what, fine." She pulled out her phone, not the Arc Phone mind you, but the phone that her aunties gave her before leaving. "Don't believe me?"

She sent her aunts a text.

Can someone explain to the knock-off Jack Skellington about my part time job and classes and get him off my ass?

It wasn't even a minute later that his phone began to rang. He looked at her with shock.

"You didn't want to take my word for it." She shrugged indifferently. "So you deal with the boss themselves and see for yourself. Goes to show you should have been around more often than posing for those reporters you love flashing that ugly gaudy smile at."

With a withering glare, Toshinori answered his phone sullenly leaving the doorframe to speak with her aunts (more like Aunt Rakshata chews him out for not believing his kid and then sends him a few pictures as both a worker for the bathhouse in her employee uniform and her position in the dojo as one of the veteran students) while she unpacked some of her things. She didn't bother changing out of her kimono outfit as she didn't see the point now. She found her sheathed katana and made sure to hide it out of her father's sight; not gonna chance him trying to confiscate her sole weapon for it "being too dangerous for a Quirkless child to be handling." She'd sooner eat glass before she could allow that to happen.

She hid it away in her sheath that comes with her training sword at the dojo, so that way it would look less suspicious if he asks. If he knows anything about kendo and other traditional Japanese swordplay practices, he should know that having a sword to train with is mandatory.

She had just finished hiding it away and was reading her Hunter x Hunter manga on the uncomfortable bed she was provided with when her father came back, his phone still in hand and an unhappy expression on his face.

She didn't need him to confirm anything as his face told her that her aunts took care of the issue.

"Told you." She couldn't resist jabbing at him with smugness. Seeing the guy squirm is always worth it.

He glared at her. "So you did."

She waved her hand at him in a shooing motion. "Now go away. I have made my point, so your presence is no longer needed. Not that it was needed to begin with."

"Come and eat something." He tried to offer.

"Pass. I'm not letting you kill me with your sad excuse of cooking."

"Young Saga..."

"And no, I'm not making you dinner, or any other meals for you. I'm not going to be your slave in this house again."

"Now see here, you are under my roof so you have to earn your keep-"

"May I remind you I'm not here by choice, but because you thought it be a great idea to come and try to barge into my life like nothing had happened all those years ago? No, I shouldn't, but it looks like I'm gonna have to anyway." She snapped at him, looking up from her manga.

"You will do as I say-"

"Or what? You kick me out? Please do."

He groaned in frustration, his hand rubbing his temples. "No. I'm not doing that."

"Damn. Looks like I need to keep pushing for that. He's dumb enough to let his temper get the better of him, so I'm counting on that if I'm to get out of this Azkaban..." She thought to herself. It may not have worked this time, but there is next time.

"Just work with me here, Young Saga." He tried to plead, weak as it was.

"Then get out of here. How am I expected to do anything if you are standing there lecturing me like you are my dad."

"I am your-"

"No you're not. You never were, and you will never will be."

He sighed in defeat. I smirked. Saga, one. No Might, zero.

He then turned to leave. "Good night, Young Saga."

"Sweet nightmares." She responded back, going back to her manga, ignoring the aggrieved look he shot her with those parting words before leaving.

Finally. Some peace and quiet.

I sat on the bed, seeing how comfy it was.

It was stiff as cardboard and laying on it was only going to mess my back up.

Time to bring out the Lustrous Globe...

I pulled out the pink orb from my bag, looking at my reflection on the shiny stone.

"Perfect." I smirked, lifting it up, the orb shined brightly before a portal opened. I was given this orb so I can have a storage system of sorts with me at all times.

I stuck my head in, looking for a specific obeject before I found it.

"Bingo." Jumping in, I grabbed my futon mattresses and swapped out the terrible bed (don't ask; I'm very strong) with them, before I found my comforter and numerous blankets to pile on the mattresses as I sometimes get cold easily at night.

I made a note to destroy that uncomfortable bed later when I get the chance.

Now for the Adamant Crystal.

I then pulled out another stone, this one being more a crystal formation.

This helps me stop time when I need to. Since I didn't necessarily want to stay up all night redecorating this shitty place, I figured a time-saving method was in order.

With a flash of the crystal, everything around me stilled, even the small dust molecules in the air.

"All right." I slapped my hands together. "Let's get to work."

Timeskip....

It took some doing but I finally got my bed set up and I have replaced those shit curtains with my favorite blackout curtains.

I let out a sigh of fatigue before I kicked my sandals off my feet and got into bed after turning out the bedroom light.

I let out Keaton and Daruk to sleep with me, as they know how to keep me warm at night.

I buried my face into my pillow as Keaton went about grooming my hair like a mother cat would do to her kitten while Daruk kept guard, his eyes trained on the bedroom door.

I let out a sigh, feeling like the next two weeks are gonna be hell for me.

AAAAANNNNNDDDDD SCENE!

Here's another update.

Not much to say here, just some buildup until one of them breaks from the pressure.

This is ArtVampire signing off.

Ja ne!!