Hooked on a Feeling
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Nezu sat in his office, observing the network of security monitors around him. Ever since the invasion at the USJ, he had been placing more cameras and microphones all over the school properties, even hidden ones on a separate system that only he could access. Some would call it paranoid, unneeded, or even a gross violation of privacy, but there were times where it proved to be the right call.
Such as learning one of his students was the host of a Klyntar symbiote.
It had been a long time since Nezu had personally seen a Klyntar. The last time was back in 1966, when he had been taken from his homeland by the forces of Dr. Wyndham, publically known as the High Evolutionary, to Counter-Earth, and subjected to awful experiments. Experiments that bleached his fur, raised his intelligence, and altered his posture from his natural quadrupedal form to that of a biped.
Nezu often made jokes about the ambiguity of his species, but in truth, he didn’t actually know himself. He never got a chance to look at his records, and any attempts at rising up against his creator was likely to have been met with the sharp end of a scalpel. So at first, Nezu kept his head down, and was sent to one of the colonies, one that was modeled after Japan.
It was there he had encountered a Symbiote, a female identifying being who went by Pulse, bonded to a sickly axolotl girl named Alice. They had hit it off well, the girl, symbiote, and he learning from each other about the world they had come from, and the problems that plagued it. Nezu studied all he could about the planet of his origin, reading contraband books and learning ventriloquism so he could learn to speak Japanese despite not having lips or a properly shaped jaw.
Unfortunately, the relatively peaceful days in this new world were not to last. A group of the High Evolutionary’s early prototypes, a series of animals with cybernetic armors and implants, had broken out of their cells. This group consisted of a neurotic dolphin named Dr. Echo, a rather foolish but brave lion who called himself Lionheart, one Soar the eagle, a rebellious kangaroo going by Boomer, a silent bear everyone nicknamed Wreckless, an extremely violent Squirrel who simply called herself Weapon II, and an ornery raccoon who called himself Rocket. The group was officially designated as Batch 68, but due to their tactics everyone started calling them Brute Force. Armed with weapons built from scraps and salvage, they led a group of similar-minded animal rebels against their collective creator. The High Evolutionary was not pleased in the slightest, and ordered their extermination. Nezu avoided joining either side in this confrontation, believing that such resistance was futile, though many of his neighbors and friends did. Nevertheless, he was hopeful that their efforts would succeed.
Unfortunately, he found himself getting involved when Alice was taken by the high Evolutionary’s forces, and Pulse was forcefully removed from her host, dooming them both to a painful death. Nezu didn’t understand why that… butcher had to do such a thing. She was innocent, and Pulse was no threat to anyone.
And yet High Evolutionary discarded her like she was garbage.
So ultimately, he found himself working with Brute Force. At this point, help arrived in the form of the Guardians of the Galaxy. Receiving training from them, Rocket quickly became the field commander, taking Nezu under his metaphorical wing and mentoring him in matters of strategy, combat, medicine, and engineering.
Brute Force and the Guardians worked together, storming the Citadel that housed the High Evolutionary’s forces. The battle was long and hard, but eventually they made it to the man himself. He gave a spiel about how he was “improving on what nature had broken,” and how that the New Men were ultimately stepping stones for a far grander, more perfected race of beings, so naturally a few sickly creatures had no place in this utopia.
Nezu would savor the memory of placing High Evolutionary on the same table that created him, to undergo everything he did to Nezu and the New Men all at once. Unfortunately, it had been too late to save Alice or Pulse, but he made sure they received a proper burial. With the High Evolutionary imprisoned, Brute Force decided to reform as protectors and peacekeepers of Counter-Earth, but Nezu, despite the friendships he had made, decided that there was nothing left on Counter-Earth for him. His mentor agreed, and the two left with the Guardians.
He spent a long time with them, his lifespan extended by the technology of otherworlds to almost tenfold. With them, he perfected his knowledge of Earth culture, saved many planets and peoples, and partook in the final assault against the Mad Titan Thanos. But alas, his place was not with the Guardians, so he asked to be brought back to Earth. Rocket was heartbroken, but he understood, and made arrangements to help him return home.
Luckily, at this point, humanity had developed Quirks, so it was simply a matter of obtaining files labeling him as a Quirked animal. He received a fabricated backstory that was more truth than fiction, and he was on his way to Japan, integrating with society with little issue. In only two years, he obtained his hero license. Another three, he garnered enough reputation that he was selected to be the Homeroom teacher of UA’s General Education. Another five years, he was the Principal of the High School.
Of course, none of this would have been possible had it not been for the organization that helped him subtly integrate into this society. A small group with a ridiculous objective, first based in America, was created to contac5 alien lifeforms and help them find safe refuge from the galaxy at large. But in the time since its founding in the 1950s that small, laughable organization had grown. No longer tethered to the government or world powers, it was arguably the most powerful organization on the planet.
Which meant that Nezu had better handle this situation before one of the more cowboy-minded members took note and decided the best option was a memory wipe. Picking up his phone, Nezu dialed a specific phone number he had memorized ages ago. It only took a few minutes before the call connected. .:Triborough Bridge & Tunnel Authority, how may I help you?:.
“Yes, I’d like to speak with Chief Edwards. My authorization access code is 011990-07021997 LC.SC, Aircel, Malibu.” Nezu calmly rattled off to the more than likely nonhuman service worker at the other end.
.:....give me one moment.:.
Nezu smirked to himself, leaning back in his chair while a relaxing tune played over the phone, quietly observing the first years leave the campus for the train station to take them to their internships. Young Bakugo had chosen Best Jeanist for his internship, likely because the man was the highest ranked of the offers received. Nezu smirked, knowing that the explosive boy most likely believed he was going to be learning combat or fighting techniques at his internship with the Fiber Hero. Oh how wrong the child was.
.:Blitz Beast, my man! It’s been a while since you’ve called our agency! How ya been??:.
“Just fine, Chief Edwards, but please, on Earth I go by Nezu.”
.:Right, right, but some of us still remember when you were a hellion, going ‘round the galaxy, blowin’ up badguys like you was John Rambo in a fursuit.:.
Nezu allowed himself a smirk and a small chuckle. “I do occasionally miss those days… but I’m afraid this isn’t a social call. I’ve contacted you for official reasons.”
.:What’s wrong? That Remoolian still pestering you? Cause I told him that if he doesn’t get his act together I was gonna send him back to that politician’s family-:.
“Oh no, he’s still obeying the restraining order. Actually, this is about that Cold case from ten years ago.”
.:The Dire-Wraith sighting?:.
“No, the Klyntar meteor crash.”
.:You’ve located the alien??:.
“I believe they’ve bonded to one of my students, young Katsuki Bakugo, Hero Name Fallout Ground Zero.”
.:That temperamental exploding boy from your school’s sports festival??:.
“That’s the one.” Nezu confirmed.
.:Do you need us to extract the symbiote and neuralyze the kid?:. Chief Edwards asked, as if the task were no different than stopping by a store to pick up some bread.
“No, I don’t think so. So far it seems to be a proper symbiosis, and young Bakugo didn’t even seem aware of his passenger until they revealed themself to him.”
It took several seconds before Nezu received a response. .:...seriously?! How in the hell does someone not realize they’ve got an alien lifeform wearing them like a prom suit for who knows how long?!:.
“From what I can gather, it seems the Symbiote… Zero, if my memory of Klyntar language is correct, isn’t interested in taking control, just living peacefully, away from the rest of their kind.”
.:Huh… a black sheep among the flock. Who’d have thought… but if you don’t need the Symbiote removed, why contact us?:.
“Young Bakugo has only recently been made aware of his partner, and he seems intent upon using their power to compliment his own. Since he’s already temperamental and has a species attached to him known for heightening emotions, I’d feel safer knowing that people with experience were monitoring him.”
.:Alright, I see where you’re comin’ from. I’ll see if I can have the Japanese branch send a few agents to look after him, but we should have a meeting set up to get this Zero guy registered as a citizen of Earth.:.
Turning to his computer, the unknown rodent began typing away. “Thank you. I’ll email you his file now. I trust these agents will be discreet?”
.:Please, Nezu… you of all people should know by now…. If there’s one thing the Men in Black are good at, it’s monitorin’ alien life without bein’ noticed.:.