Prologue-Throughout the multiverse, natural disasters are occurring. And they are doing so on a huge scale, entire universes that should not collide are doing so, sometimes mixing into a single cohesive universe, other times it simply destroys them both. Unfortunately for the two people that have been fused, theirs is the latter. Their universe are on a collision course, and are too incompatible to mix into one. The symptoms are small at first, but will soon grow into very large problems as time goes on. As such, a multiversal overseer, seeing no other way, has brought together two champions together, and mix them in the same way that the compatible universes would often merge people into one. He was however inexperienced, and his plan did not succeed. He wanted to mix the two people so that they would become one cohesive unit, but instead it favours one side of the spectrum over the other, and it does not mix their mentality into one whole, but instead leaves two minds inhabiting the same body. This is where the combined Pitohui and Deku’s story begin, as they must search for a way, both back into their previous lives, and a way to save their worlds from certain doom…….

Story- Deku’s eyes opened, and he looked around, that wall… It was unfamiliar, where was he? It looked like concrete, cracked concrete with the ground made up of orange colored rock and sand. He attempted to get up and turn his head left, see where he was, scan the area, did a villain take him?
But rather than Midoriya quickly jumping to his feet and staring at the environment, his body…. Stretched? It then slowly got up, clearly in no hurry, much a difference to Midoriya’s own highly alert and nervous state. Then he heard yawning, and his eyes closed and-

Wait. No. That was coming from him wans’t it? He could feel his mouth open and… He tried to scream to no avail, any attempt to take control of what’s supposed to be his own body failed. “Did I… Yeah.” His brain quickly ran through every option for what was going on, at this point the visual stimuli was nothing to him, as he focused entirely on analyzing what he knew.

inner thoughts

 

Was I possessed? Is someone inside my own body? No, that yawn, and these words aren’t mine, they’re not even a man’s, this is a woman’s voice.

Is this a dream? No, that’s too easy, and it doesn’t feel like one, and even if it was, I’ll just wake up soon enough.

Am I… Stuck feeling someone else’s senses? Is that even possible? I can’t recall any quirk, but perhaps a series of illusions could do it? But if that’s the case, how do I break out of this?

It was then he noticed a gun in the vision, being loaded with bullets. “Come on out!” She said, looking around for where someone would be, before taking out a plasma sword, and cutting a hole through the wall, seeing it as the only place someone would be hiding that could still be heard. “Who the hell is talking to themselves like a freak?”

inner thoughts

 

Damn. And for the life of me I can’t place where that voice is coming from. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they were in my comms.

Wait, that voice again, but this time not insi-
AND THERE IT IS AGAIN!

Her own thoughts intruding on Midoriya’s like someone yelled at him while he was stuck thinking. Her head whipped wildly, looking for the sound that was not there. Wait… Then an idea hatched in his head. An awful idea that he did not like. He certainly wasn’t talking, he’d have felt his jaw moving, he knows that these are his silent thoughts.

inner thoughts

 

Someone can hear my thoughts.

“Of course if you keep talking! Now where are you?”

inner thoughts

 

Someone can hear my thoughts. And I can’t move my body. I can only feel… This body.

“The hell are you talking about?”

inner thoughts

 

You… Can hear me can’t you?

“... Yeah.”

inner thoughts

 

...I know this is a strange request, but could you find a mirror?

“...” Pitohui didn’t offer a reply, neither in thought nor in audio, but she did so, her eyes constantly scanning the area as she came across a puddle and looked down.

The shock and confirmation of what he had feared, was such that even Pitohui could feel her heart skipping a beat, that nervous skip when something truly awful occurred and you were almost certain to face dire consequences. “My hair’s more green than it should be…” Pitohui calmly remarked.

inner thoughts

 

Did someone apply dye to my hair? No I’d have to do that myself. I don’t remember doing that.

I don’t think so either...

Pitohui’s face began to twist in shock. She knew she didn’t say that aloud.
Deku scanned his vision, what little of it he could find. Those things he had not paid due attention before due to the sheer strangeness and yet relatively safety, of his situation came into focus. The Heads Up Display.

inner thoughts

 

Pitohui.

“What in the…”

inner thoughts

 

I’m sorry. My name’s Midoriya Izuku. I’m a student at UA. And…. I think I’m trapped in your body.

Midoriya tried his best to keep his own fear from showing but… It didn’t work, Pitohui could practically feel the cold sweat as Izuku said that. Pitohui was disturbed as well, and whoever caused this was unclear. She took a deep breath. “How?” She simply asked. To which Midoriya replied

inner thoughts

 

I don’t know. I think a villain may have done this, but I’m not sure why us, or why put me in you.

It was then a voice rang out, this time not within each other or from the throat, but behind them. Pitohui immediately pointed her rifle at the man before he could even finish his first word. “Aaah! Don’t shoot me! I can explain what’s going on!” “Talk!” She said, looking at him, he seemed fairly normal aside from the weird dress he had, looked like a white robe with embroidered patterns along the sleeves and middle. “This… Will take time to explain. I’ll simply ask that even if what I say seems irrelevant you listen, it will make sense at the end.” And so he did. The multiverse, the existence of other worlds, whole universes like theirs, and unlike theirs. And finally, to the natural disaster of the colliding universes. There was a multiversal championship going on, each fighter would go through a series of fights. And whoever was the victor would be given a single wish of near unlimited power. Often played by living gods throughout the multiverse, selecting champions. As sponsors they would also gain a chance at greatness, and it was even said that even more powerful beings made wagers. But that was a long time ago, now it is simply gods of worlds. He is one such, and he oversees their world, and tried to fuse the two together into one person, but failed, rather than one superhero who could use these game mechanics and had the psychologies of both, he instead created a mistake. One mind trapped in another, one body barely affected by the other. And had entered them into a tournament.

Deku was furious, but Pitohui, though with a sense of dread regarding her own fate considering the powers at play, had another overriding it. Excitement. Pitohui agreed to this multiversal tournament, no strings attached, except that they be brought back into their own bodies when this is over. Deku saw no other way out of this, and so agreed.

One Week Later

They had spent a great amount of time talking to each other. Not physically, but instead in their mind, it was strange, learning to communicate via thoughts.
‘Telepaths never have to deal with this crap in comics. Learning how to talk with thoughts, they just do it.’ Thought Pitohui, reflecting on how long it took for them to stop interrupting each other with the gut reactions they never vocalized and normally thought they suppressed just fine, but not well enough in this situation.
‘At least we got through it.” Midoriya replied. ‘Maybe, well, finally we can get started on actually figuring out how this fusion is supposed to work.’ She thought to him. ‘So… You’ll probably have to walk me through it.’ ‘That’s fine, I took a long time to just not hurt myself with this quirk after all!’ Pitohui didn’t quite respond, merely smirking, her feeling of confidence, she couldn’t place why… But she felt good about this.
“Alright, let’s do this!” She said, holding out her hand, one finger curled, behind her thumb, it glowed with incredible power. She flicked her finger…. And an enormous area, dirt and rock all flying as a large burst of wind and power tunnelled through the area. It left a large crevice in the earth “Damn… That hurts…” She said, looking at her significantly more mangled looking fingern now. Her health had gone down a decent amount for what was a finger flick. 120 hp lost, now at 2880 HP. “Alright… how much does an arm cost?” She said. Of course it lost an arm and would hurt like hell, but unlike this here, where her body was simply that of a video game character, Deku’s was apparently real in his. They’d have to test how much each cost. So… Arm it is. She clenched her fist, without the broken finger. Clench it, and this time in another direction, facing a large mountain. And… Clench. The clow crackling through her arm. And…. PUNCH!

What happened was incredible, her arm was thrown out by that punch of course, but the mountain… It had a large cave in it now, violently created by the sheer force of the blow hitting the air. It was around 5 times larger… And her own body… Oof. that was dangerous. health now at 2450, that attack cost her 430, a little more than a seventh of her health. Little less than four times that of a finger. Not to mention, looking at it… It wans’t like she had 6 uses either, she had at most two per arm. Dangerous to say the least. ‘It does basically mean as long as we don’t get hurt, we should be fine.’ Deku mused on. ‘At the same time… If we take too much damage, we’ll have nothing.’ ‘It won’t matter if we kill them a kilometer away.’ Pitohui replied, that unsettling smile creeping through her face, every pull on the muscle felt by the hero.

Healing Items did not fix the injuries. They stayed, even when they put enough items to bring her back to full health. They’d then have to wait until later for full cowling. And there they selected a different training area, a series of worn down buildings, for now Pitohui would go without any weapons, they’d train with weapons later. ‘Alright Deku, how exactly does this full cowling work?’ ‘Right now you’ve only been gathering the power in a part of your body, and shooting out at full force. In order to move, you have to think about it, spread out more evenly throughout the body, and without overpowering it. It’s like microwaving an egg.’ “...What?” Pitohui could certainly feel it, but she didn’t quite understand how he put it. She was more instinctual learning by a process than by analysis and prediction. As such, Midoriya’s advice would prove fruitless when it came to how to control her own body. “Well… Here I go.” Midoriya would have to watch as failure befell them.

She got down on the ground, like a sprinter’s start, the glow began to encompass her entire body. That familiar ability, that lightning throughout her body. She leaped, and much to Midoriya’s surprise, she already understood it. Instinctually even… ‘How did you…’ ‘It just came to me!’ She thought “You made it sound so difficult Izuku!” She said, as she leaped from wall to wall, punching a few test dummies with increased force, sending them straight to the wall, and breaking the stand they hung on. “This is useful… If only I were allowed into the

And so it went, they quickly moved on to doing these while holding weapons, equipped armor, moving on towards mixing the moveset. And throughout this, an unmistakable feeling wasd discovered within Pitohui. It was always there… Under the surface, often not simple to detect… Pito wanted this. She wanted this tournament to come, this wasn’t just something to defend their world and go back to the way things were… She was enjoying it. She wanted to go out and fight… Maybe even die out there. Despite being connected in their own body and mind, he still so little about her as she spent so much time in the game, not even training, just doing anything, talking with friends… And player killing. That nervegear from what she knew was also a problem… One she could easily remedy, given that had the capacity to very well kill her. Sure it was helpful here, but she clearly had no alternatives, and this wasn’t something she choose. She even seemed to sleep in the game, not only that, but it seemed most effective, even without the death SAO thing he’s heard about (and in strange tones suggesting she was… jealous even). It cut her off from everyone else. From the world. One thing was clear, this was a deeply unhealthy person mentally.

The tournament was ever nearer now. Soon they’d end up in those fights…. He could only hope they prepared enough… At the least, it seems the man wasn’t kidding. They had already been fused in such a way that they seemed immune to the changes of the universe… UA was there, but quirks were not, not yet. And he had the feeling that the longer this went on, the more the two would mix, and the more he’d recognize his own world in hers. It’d come soon. And they’d need to be ready, He hoped they’d be ready. And then there was Pito’s own strangeness… What kind of person was this really? He still felt like he barely knew her, and he’d been spending days within her body, little more than a week. And he was still a prisoner in her own head… Time would tell if these would come to fruition.

LINK START

I am Shouichi. But that's not what the nice woman calls me outside of the link. She says I am Blake. I think she's right, I don't think Shouichi-no, XaXa is the name-had claws or armored skin. But I still remember. There is a family. A different family, but a real family. Is it mine? Or am I just watching it through this headset? Well...it's mine now, at least. Whoever had it before, it's not theirs.

LINK END

LINK START

I died. Dying is when you just...stop. But then I was alive again. So what is death then? It is important, I know that. I have to give it to others. It's...real power, real strength above the rest. That is why though the nice woman says I am Blake, I know what the scientists say I am: Death Gun. They need my power. I have to be a better Death Gun than XaXa

LINK END

LINK START

It makes the scientists and doctors so angry when I use the Blackstar. They want me to use it, but their smell still changes, their faces twist. They don't like seeing things they don't understand, and this pistol is one of those things. I want to use it. I think. I think of the kill with it, and I-XaXa-killed those men with it. They hadn't even been fatally wounded, but the intent behind it, a conviction was there and it destroyed them anyway. So far, it only works on goats for me. The killing intent I have, even if I am the most deadly creature to have walked the planet, it is lesser to XaXa's. Does this make me a poor Death Gun?...I just don't feel like it, that's all

LINK END

LINK START

Mother says I'm special. I'm special alright. I bring death. Literally, apparently. She says that XaXa's equipment, the memories, the link system, they were attracted to me when I gave my first screech. The Death God's pieces for a little chick. XaXa was a fake, of course, but his memories make me think he at least thought he was a Death God. But if so...how is his killing intent greater to mine? Why do the scientists train me with his memories?

Well, no matter. I am the new and improved, the only Death Gun. He's not better than me. Just because he believed more in his goal doesn't mean he's better than me!

LINK END

LINK START

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LINK END

LINK START

I am not who I was before. They told me I was a born killer, meant to be the new soldier of all wars. Compared to XaXa...I'm innocent. He...I...Death Gun...someone's dead now. And I don't know how to feel about that. They'll come after me soon. I think I deserve it a little...but I was a killer! That's what I am! It's not fair! The lying lady(she is not my mother!) said that I was better than the others of my kind. That I was smart because I had empathy. So why does it hurt now? I shouldn't have this.

I kill now. I have to be better than him. Better at...something than this presence that's not me

LINK END

Note: Project Death Gun escaped containment and has avoided attempts to be recaptured. It is recommended that experimentation regarding maximizing killer instinct be halted to avoid any more tragic incidents. The family of the killed technician will be paid off at their discretion. Project Death Gun shows signs of extreme psychological instability regarding identification of self and relation to the memories of XaXa extracted from REDACTED. Recommend wholesale cuts to human DNA; an animal doesn't become so agonized over wondering whether or not they're a killer or not. No doubt she will attempt to prove this fact now, as a result of the inflated expectations placed upon her.