Concert (1)

Six stood, glaring at the class of 1-A. It was the next day and they decided to go with a random drawing to determine the event they would do. What was drawn was an AllMight Cosplay Cafe. When Six heard the decision, he did what any self-respecting person would do, he told them no. Thankfully, all but one was happy about that. After asking what the second draw was, he got the answer: 'Maid Cafe'.

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"Are you guys serious?" He asked, and to which they all looked away.

"This is your last chance," Aizawa sighed and told them, "Use it wisely. You have until Homeroom ends."

"And please," Veronica told them, "Make it something you guys would actually like to do."

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After that, Veronica took attendance, having become an assistant of sorts. Six went over his [Pip-boy], using the notes tab to check who needed what. Aizawa just slept away. All the while, the class quickly discussed what to do. Finally, three minutes before the bell, Jiro shyly raised her hand and asked about doing a concert. That was when the collected 2 brain cells of the class worked as one and they quickly agreed on that.

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"Have you decided?" Six asked when he noticed the bell would ring in about a minute.

"A concert!" Mina yelled as everyone in the class agreed.

"Fine then," Aizawa spoke as he suddenly woke up, "Make sure you send in your forms before the day's out." Before promptly falling back asleep.

"Alright, please get out your Hero Law textbooks," Veronica sighed as she got the class ready and as Six walked out. "Your teacher will be here any minute."

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As Six shut the door, he sighed. His mind had been wandering back to Mitsuki and Inko lately ever since he rescued Eri. Then he wonders how exactly he got here.

So far, he found out his real name is Dylan Jones. His parents worked as scientists. And they were a part of a group studying Quirks.

But the more questions he asked himself, the less he actually knew.

Six didn't like it. He was the type of guy to gather all that he could before going in without a plan. But this? These are times when he wishes he didn't have some of the Mutations. Like the one he had where he couldn't get drunk. For once, he like to get blackout drunk and forget several hours to days of his life right now.

As he made his way to the roof, he was joined by Elizabeth who was wondering where he was going. She made her presence known to Six and he said nothing to her. So when she realized that he was going to the roof, she followed him to make sure he didn't do anything rash. When she saw that Six was just going up to the roof to sit and drink, she was surprised.

She walked up next to him and he didn't care that she had gotten closer. Finally, she sat down next to him as he pulled out a bottle and two shot glasses.

She couldn't take the silence and asked what they were for. Six calmly explained to her that one was for him and the other was for those who followed him but passed. It was then that Elizabeth realized that Six was toasting to the lost souls that he could remember. She hesitantly asked why he would do this. His response shocked her.

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"I've seen far too much in this life of mine," Six told her, "More than one lifetime's worth. This is just to calm the demons of my past and to remember those times I forgot."

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Six tossed and turned as he slept that night. For him, he was back in the Mojave. Fighting the Deathclaws of the Limestone Quarry.

The fight was bloody and hard. Explosive and Armor-piercing rounds fell like rain. And the Deathclaws, though outnumbered ten-to-one, were ripping apart those who dared to trespass on their territory.

Six was doing his part, firing his .50cal as fast as he could. But even he could not stop them from charging through the front lines. His wife, Willow, stood by his side with an energy weapon doing her best to vaporize them. His adopted kids, who standing their ground, were being ripped apart.

Finally, after hours of fighting, the Deathclaw Matriarch and her mate appeared. Both stand several heads taller than even the tallest of Deathclaws. Six swallowed the fear he felt as they charged. Each of their swings threw dozens of people away like they were swatting flies.

Since their appearance, Six and his people were losing ground faster than ever before. Even their .50cals were leaving small scratches against their hides. Six was starting to lose hope when a [Mini Nuke] went off near them. The radiation and scorching heat from the explosion killed scores of people and vaporized the same amount.

Six and Willow looked to where the nuke came from and saw Primus there with an army of super mutants. Willow turned towards Six and told him to focus on the Deathclaws before she ran off, gathering as many as she could get up to face the coming army. Six knew he could trust her with the coming army and turned his focus towards the few remaining Deathclaws.

Intending to finish the Deathclaws off and then regroup with Willow, Six did his best to rally those remaining. With all three sides facing off against each other, the conflict was growing shorter and shorter.

Soon enough, the last of the Deathclaws were defeated. Six took the few survivors and charged the Supermutant army. Though few, their hearts were many.

Just as they crashed into the Mutants' army, Six saw the sight of Wilow being impaled by Primus.

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Six jolted awake at the sight.

Words couldn't describe what he was feeling then and now. The sight of Willow's dead body would always be a reminder that he failed too many times. The pain was still as fresh as the day it happened.

Looking at the clock, Six saw that it was just past five in the morning. Sighing, he got up and took a hot shower. That way, he could hide them.

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"You want me to what?" Six asked as he stood there in his room, a half-dismantled rifle on his desk.

"Look," Veronica sighed as she stood there with a guitar in hand, "With 1-A doing a concert, I thought, maybe, you would sing like old times."

"Veronica," Six sighed and sat down on his bed, "After Willow was murdered, I just haven't had that same. You know that."

"I know that, but do you think that she would want you to just waste away?" Veronica asked as she walked close to him. "Hell, I know for a fact that she wouldn't. Not after everything you two went through."

"I don't know," Six sighed again as he looked away from Veronica.

"Please," She said in a low voice, "You need to let her go."

"Let her go..." Six spoke quietly, "I've been trying to for years."

"Then take this as a chance to send her off with a good one," Veronica told him.

"I'll think about it," Six sighed once again

"That's all I could ask for," Veronica sighed in relief.

"So, am I the opening act or the ending?" Six asked.

"The ending act," Veronica explained, "The brats from 1-B are doing a mash-up play, then Mic wants to debut his new song. After those two is Class 1-A and then you."

"So it's up to me to pick an ending song?" Six questioned.

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Veronica nodded her head and Six slowly took the guitar from her hands. She smiled and left him be, knowing that he'd be fine. Six just stared at the guitar as she left, wondering where she even got it as it was from the wasteland. But, as he turned it over, his breath hitched. This wasn't just any guitar.

It was Willow's.

It had her name lovingly carved into the back of it and it was highly decorated.

This was the one he gave her.

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