This chapter is in first person pov
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Julian Ryukazi
The wind felt unusually cold as I flew through it. A slight drizzle had started soon after I dropped off the young boy but I couldn't help but feel like it was more than that, like the universe was warning me I had fucked up big time and it was time to face the music.
I considered finding a makeshift mask to hide my identity when I came to the police but ultimately decided against it. Modern Japan already disliked vigilantes, coming off as an armature crime fighter and not a spur-of-the-moment savior seemed like it would only make my life harder.
I paused for a quick second about a block away from the scene. A dozen police cars, ambulances, and even two Pro Heroes had shown up. I didn't recognize them, but the colorful costumes made it clear what their profession was. I felt a bit queasy as I prepared to face the consequences of my actions. I couldn't help but feel like I had messed up big time like I stepped into a mess I shouldn't have.
I descended and slowly flew towards the police and heroes. One of them, a man wearing a yellow skin-tight suit with black rings around parts of it was saying something to the other Pro. I had been consciously blocking out their conversation but by the time I approached their conversation was too clear for me to really ignore. Plus, my budding curiosity had grown too strong. I caught the tail end of their conversation, a question from a woman in a traditional Chinese dress with a dragon claw headband.
"The police just confirmed that the vigilante was dropping off patients at the hospital. We're sitting on someone with a quirk strong enough to cause destruction and fly around to do as they please without any oversight, this could become a disaster."
She was, of course, right but hearing that only made me lament my hasty decision once more. God, I knew that the government requirements were in place for a reason but I honestly didn't expect them to be this upset about it.
"I know Ryukyu, but I'm sure our vigilante will come up again sooner or later. That hole in the ground is why they sent two of us. We don't have anything of a profile on the suspect aside from their obvious penchant for recklessness."
I winced at that. Another mistake. More disappointment from the heroes
When I crested over the final row of houses the heroine in the dress whipped around to face me, her features distorting and elongating for a few seconds before returning to normal.
"Sorry about that." I blurted out, immediately regretting it.
Fuck, I'm such a dumbass.
Both heroes looked surprised for a few seconds. The police tensed. Eventually, the heroes shared a look and gestured to the police. One of them said something about "idiot wannabe heroes"
"Why don't you come on down kid?" The hero in yellow asked. A disarming smile on his face.
"Sorry I was monologuing"
"I'm sorry?"
Fuck.
I mumbled and landed.
"Did you help these people here?" One of the heroes asked, already fishing for information. Classic fed move.
I affirmed that I did intervene in the situation and took responsibility for the hole in the ground after hearing someone call for help.
He asked for my name while the police continued to take pictures. The Hero in yellow introduced himself to me as Eel Boy, and in turn, asked for my name. I only answered with my first name, well aware of what the name Ryukazi meant.
"You did a brave thing, Julian." Eel Boy said "Unfortunately a brave thing isn't always a good thing. We have Pro Heroes for a reason. I'm sure you meant well but ultimately you caused damage to public property and could have hurt many people. The right thing to do is call emergency police services and explain it to them."
I nodded along, everything he said I said to myself several times, but hearing the lecture from a Hero helped me internalize it. Honestly, I wasn't sure whether or not it would be a good thing to turn myself into the police. I was never a big fan of Big Brother in my previous life and I knew for a fact the Hero Safety Commission was corrupt. Yet, I honestly felt better talking to Eel Boy.
I apologized, and Eel Boy hugged me. He had a warm, reassuring smile on his face and promised to help me sort out the situation.
A police officer came up to me. Black hair, clean-shaven, a little younger than middle age. He greeted me, introducing himself as Detective Tsukauchi. He explained to me that I was going to have to go to the station to "get things cleared up" which fed code for finding out how fucked I was.
He asked for my name. My full name.
"Ryukazi," I answered.
The moment I said the word it was like a switch flipped, like everything I said and did didn't matter. The detective's face instantly soured. I could see the recognition in his eyes, connecting the dots between the infamous newspaper shots of my father on trial and the boy sitting on a curb in front of him. I was deemed incapable of testifying, not that it helped the rumors. My father's trial had ended a few weeks ago, and the aftermath was still impacting my life.
The next hour became a blur.
Words were exchanged.
Calls were made.
Expressions fell, sympathy becoming horror or disgust.
I was detained for vigilantism and "assault with a quirk."
Thick cuffs, at least fifty pounds swallowed my hands. I was shackled. I was put in a reinforced van. Everything was so sudden. So extreme I didn't process what happened until I was already caged like an animal.
On a positive note, I finally recognized one of the Pro Heroes who had come with me. Ryukyu, the woman in a dress with wings on her head, was the dragon hero. Apparently, Hiroshi Ryukazi's son being in the area and the strength of my quirk were enough for the police to practically demand she take on her dragon form. She at least had to have the decency to look guilty about it.
I was astounded at how quickly things could take a turn for the worse. Their reaction felt so out of place, so unnecessarily overblown. I was calm, I was peaceful, I wouldn't say I didn't do anything wrong but this? This was too far. Too much. What could I do? I didn't have parents. Breaking out would only get me in worse trouble. I didn't know the law in Japan in my either life, I only knew a little about the US justice system in my past life but again, foreign country however many years ago in a different dimension.
][ A/N: I tried to make the tone a lot lighter. Overall I kinda want to drift away from the darker tone as I move forward but it might come back in future chapters. I'm going to post a chapter to clarify some misconceptions/things I didn't really clarify on weekend so if there's any questions anybody wants answered in more depth ask here.