Byakuran's Guide to Screwing with the World

It's study break, which means another chapter from one of my works. So, enjoy!

Btw, one of my favorite author in fanfiction.net seems to have her work translated to another language to a website that makes someone pay money if they want to read it, without her/his permission.

If any of this situation occurs to you, you may sue the website. And tell me how it went. Because I like interesting things

It's been months since the now dubbed, 'Citauri Incident' by him, of which Byakuran has been titled as the 'Dark Angel' for the stunt he pulled with the black hole at the said incident.

He looked awesome. Or so that's what Byakuran thought when he rewatched the whole event caught by phones that belonged to people who has zero self preservation skill.

"Byakuran! It's time for school."

He was opting whether to ignore that reminder or just suffer the six and a half hours interacting with idiotic teachers and insufferable children he has to call classmates.

A second call from his sister however, had him resigning to his fate for the next unsavoury hours of the day.

He'll vent it on the organisation named SHIELD later.

"...sir, there's a possiblity that he might have teleportation or invisibility abilities. We have checked all CCTVs in the city that did not get destroyed as well as the satellite imagery but we could not find where he went after that incident."

Tony, who was in the room at that time, chirped happily, "Maybe you all are thinking in the wrong direction."

With a tone like that, Fury knows that the egoistic billionaire has found something. So he raised an eyebrow, signaling for Stark to continue.

Stark pouted before finally relenting and showing what he had found.

"Jarvis, open the file 'Little Marshmallow Angel' for me please." Tony asked while plopping himself on a spinning chair.

Clint, who have just entered the room, has his lips curved up in amusement as he plopped down beside Tony.

As Clint raised his head to look at the holographic images, he saw a face that looked like an anime character. Beside that face was the character's short information.

Name: Riku
Anime: No game no life
Additional information: Game addict

Clint, "???"

Everyone else, "???"

"Stark, what is this?" Fury asked slowly.

Acting innocent, Tony replied, "It's an anime character. What else could it be?"

Fury was not amused but Clint was, which led to a snort of laughter escaping from him. Tony just knew how to push Fury's buttons yet have enough of an advantage to not allow the director to kick him out of the room... Well, not until he said his piece.

"This," Tony started while gesturing at the clothing of the anime character, "is what our unknown was wearing."

The people in the room made a peculiar face, but did not interrupt- they wanted to see where this is going.

With glee, Tony started speaking slowly just to make the scene more dramatic, "On the day of the appearance of our unsub-"

"Please don't play detective with me Stark and go straight to the point."

"-an interesting event was on..."

"Stark!"

"Fine, fine. Long story short, there was an anime convention in Manhattan few blocks away from the main battlefield. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, very."

"So, what you're saying is that the unknown enhanced is someone who either participated or planning to participate in that very anime convention..." Clint summarised.

"Yup."

Looking at the billionaire's smiling face which seems downright mischievous, Fury probed, "You're hiding something aren't you."

With the confidence and arrogance of a shameless person Tony answered, "Of course!"

Fury was debating whether to ignore that statement or to throw a file to that irritating face. He was opting for the latter but thought otherwise of it as other than releasing his anger, it does not have any other uses other than giving the genius an excuse to retreat to his abode.

Then again, even without a file to his face, the tin man would not disclose anything he does not want to disclose.

Feeling a looming disaster in that stare of Fury's, Tony promptly decided to make a hasty retreat.

"Well that's all folks. I have a date for the next few months with my workshop, so I bid thee adieu." He gave a mock bow before gliding to the door in moments.

A few hours before Tony's visit to SHIELD

He suspects that his dense friend is a mutant.

There is just no way that a 5 years old, without any prior training, can drag another 5 year old. Even if they can, it would take quite an effort, unlike the relaxed, smiling face of his kidnapper. He even put five bricks in his bag just to make things difficult, although his efforts were in vain.

Byakuran pouted. Next time he would just hide in the high tech tunnels that he made in the school; it would be a waste to not use them, even though he had just casually created it because he was bored.

And because the thought of suddenly disappearing and appearing like a certain sadistic tutor seems like a tempting idea

"Did you hear, Tony Stark is going to visit the school for a talk!"

"Oh yeah, the science exhibition, right?"

"Yup! Let's go there since the classes after recess are cancelled!" The girl named Jennifer or Jenny as she likes to be called pulled her friend Catherine or Cathy to the exhibition hall, which honestly it's just the school hall.

As to why Byakuran knows their names, well, their his classmates. In addition, he grouped with them in art class, so it was not a surprise that he is acquaintance with them. Not to mention they are noisy. They are literally the noisiest in class... Well Jennifer is, Catherine usually just listens.

"Oh my God! I totally forgotten about it!"

Oh, great. Now he has to get dragged there too - because one thing you should know about Knox is his obsession with Iron Man.

Screw using his secret tunnels next time, he was going into them the minute finds a chance to get out of the brute's hold without arousing suspicions.

As Tony glanced at the albino's right hand he noticed something familiar. Too familiar...

He watched as the kid opens the bag of marshmallow, grab a handful of the spongy cluster of sugar that should not be a 5 years old kid's lunch and proceeded to stuff them in his mouth as if the marshmallow owes him a million dollars.

He links it to a certain albino on that 'fateful' day...

The similarities are uncanny which makes Tony feel proud of his luck. It's not everyday that an enhance he is finding drops to his lap so easily. Furthermore, one that has been avoiding even his radar.