The Wrong Way To Use Academy Three.

The wrong way to use Academy Three.

Chapter 1: Mark Wayne.

(General P.O.V)

"Soooo...you're dead."

The grim reaper tells the yoimg 17 year old soul drifting in the void.

"And no...I'm not God. I happen to be...an enemy of his. Does that scare you..."

Thr grim reaper grinned a too wide smile.

The last few souls he'd made an offer to, were devout Christians. One look at his skeletal visage and they had immediately invoked God's Name!

Then that GUY had thought he was bullying his worshippers and sent sent divine lightning his way.

It tore his palace to smithereens.

How rude.

Luckily for him, the soul shook it's round body in embarrassment. It had grown up religious but had fallen in with the wrong crowd. It hadn't been to church in 6 years.

"Good."

The Grim Reaper sighed in relief, before coughing, clearing it's throat for what came next.

"In that case...how about a deal. I let you go to DC and build a single statue of the great and powerful God of Death Saintbarbido! And in return I grant you...superpowers!!"

Dun dun duuuun!!!

The soul stayed silent before an inquisitive question trailed up to the grim reaper.

"What kind of powers? Mmmh..."

The Grim Reaper rubbed it's chin, waving his scythe and casually materializing his palace from thin air.

The soul found itself in a throne room, with the mysterious hooded figure with a scythe sitting on a large throne made entirely of bones.

"You know...thats a good question. Ah-ah!"

He clapped his hands in a gesture of finality.

"We'll use a wheel of fortune to decide!!!"

The soul pulsed in agreement.

Oh boy! This was like one of those Fanfics!!!

A wheel with golden lights spread across the edge, and a number of blurred out sections appeared floating in the air between the two.

And with a finger snap from the grim reaper, it begun spinning. And spinning. And spinning.

The wheel spun for 500 years- so great were the options- before it finally stopped.

The hand it landed on...the Academy Three.

The Grim reaper deflated.

The soul deflated.

"Umm, sorry."

The grim reaper apologized.

"The wheel of fortune is an Hyperversal entity. I can't really control it."

'It's fine. The academy three are better than nothing.'

The soul replied by pulsing it's form. P

ersonally it had been wishing for the Ultamatrix or a saiyan bloodline or even Sukuna's cursed technique. A malevolent shrine in the face of Superman sounded...cathartic.

Due to his devout upbringing, the soul absolutely detested people with a hero complex. His family had made it their mission to 'save' him and bring him back to Jesus loving embrace.

The only embrace he wanted was Black Canary's thighs wrapped around his face.

Too bad his luck was horrendous.

The wheel disappeared soon after granting his wish. Within him, he felt a strange energy boiling within his soul.

What a strange sensation.

That said...the Academy Three were useful.

THEN! An idea occurred to the soul!

In a calm thought, so as to not to seem desperate to the Reaper(or else he might make more demands), the soul turned to said entity.

After the unfortunate pull, The Grim Reaper had seemed to go into a depressed mood.

He wouldn't get revenge on God anymore. He'd used every ability at his disposal to steal one soul from the reincarnation cycle.

One soul was all he could manage under God's watchful eye. And now...that chance...had failed....

'Hey. Bro Reaper...'

The soul pulsed out unexpectedly.

'I have an idea.'

The Grim Reaper looked up, suddenly interested.

"Wait! What! An idea!? Please you need to TELL ME! I'LL ALLOW EVERYTHING! ANYTHING FOR REVENGE AGAINST THAT BASTARD!!"

THe reaper said, desperate.

'Grant me...infinite Chakra.'

The soul cheekily stated.

It only took a millisecond for the Grim Reaper to understand.

And, kneeling before the soul, the Reaper spoke,

"This will take everything I have in me. Infinity is not an easy gift to grant. I'll go to sleep for a billion years."

The Grim Reaper looked up at the soul, scouring it's surface thoughts and only finding a love for chaos and destruction. A kin. And it knew...it had chosen well.

"I'll give you that time to rule. To preside over what will ultimately be mine. I want you create a kingdom for me. And in 1 billion years...I shall succeed you. Together we shall destroy God and usher in a time of strife and destruction. MUHAHAHAHAHA"

The Reaper looked up with a conniving smirk.

"For 1,000,000,000 I'll be your power. Do you accept...?"

The soul said yes.

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Born to Thomas and Martha Wayne, was a pair of twins.

The older one was called Mark.

The younger one was called Bruce.

Mark and Bruce Wayne.

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(Mark's P.O.V)

Two years after my birth, I received my past life's memories.

And I remembered my conversation with the Grim Reaper.

For 1 billion years, I would have free reign over my life. And then when that time is up, I'll turn over everything I will have worked for to the Reaper.

Pfft yeah right.

Fuck that guy. I'm in this bitch for eternity.

And about the statue, well we did make a deal. So, I'm liable to build one.

It will be grand.

It will be as big as the Statue of liberty.

And it will be...of me!

Hahahaha.

Man, what a sucker. That's why I don't trust people willy nilly. Due to his hatred for God or whoever, he was blinded to my true intentions.

And now with infinite chakra and the academy 3, I'll make DC my bitch.

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I'm currently 6.

My chakra naturally awakened at 4. And when it did, holy shit...the whole mansion shook and the entire western wing where my room and Bruce's are, caved in.

My parents, Martha and Thomas along with a uoing Alfred rushed in, only to find me, a cloak of purple energy surrounding my body, holding up a piece of the ceiling while protecting my twin brother.

Little Bruce was gaping up at me, staring in shock as I strained with what must have been a few hundred kgs of debris.

That was the time, I realized, I could do more with Chakra than I had initially thought.

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"How does that feel?"

Dr. Silas Stone asked the young 5 year old seated on the medical bed. He was using a sharp scapel to prod the young child's bicep.

And while the scene might have been horrifying, it's worth noting the scapel failed to penetrate the child's skin.

"Like it always does doc."

Mark replied in a childish voice(he couldn't wait to grow up and get his deep masculine voice back)

"No pain."

Dr. Silas sighed, seating back in his chair.

"Have you been experimenting with your powers again?"

"Noo..."

Mark replied, in a tone that was clearly lying.

Even now, he was channeling his chakra through his muscles, reinforcing his flesh and bones perpetually. And because he had infinite reserves, he never got tired.

In response, Dr. Silas raised the scapel, showing the bent blade.

"Pleasedonttellmomanddadtheywillgroundme!"

The young boy instantly begged.

-0-

Closing the door to his lab/office behind him, Dr. Silas turned to face the Wayne's who were standing in the Hall with Bruce.

"Go and keep your brother company dear."

Martha gently urged Bruce.

The young boy looked in between the doctor and his parents with an intelligent glint. Without saying a thing, he acquisced.

Once alone, Thomas breathed out nervously.

"Give it to us straight Silas. Is our boy in any danger?"

"Just like I've told you dozens of times before Thomas, the energy he can tap into is benign. His physical condition is simply incredible and on the mental side of things, he's the most intelligent 5 year old I've ever seen."

Thomas and Martha stared at each other, relief coloring their faces.

"What about Bruce? Is there a chance he might develop the same...condition?"

Martha asked.

"To be honest...I can't tell."

Dr. Silas sighed, staring at the door behind him.

"However as identical twins, I wouldn't rule that possibility out."

"It doesn't matter."

Thomas affirmed in a confident voice.

"We'll love them both equally."

Inside the Lab, the two twins sat on the bed, one of them, Mark playing with his manifested Chakra.

He was training shape transformation. From forming a square then a ball and back to a square.

Bruce on the other hand, watched the purple energy roiling above his brother's palm in naked fascination.

"Teach me."

He whispered.

Mark, surprised stared at his younger brother by 2 minutes.

"Okay."

He said with a smile that could be considered innocent but to anyone who knew him in his past life, was devillish.

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Later that night,

"...Chakra is an energy within every being. Its formed from two distinct energies. Physical energy and spiritual energy..."

Mark whispered to his brother from within the sheet they hid under.

From the outside, a purple glow could be seen pulsing, as Mark held up his hand with a rotating ball of chakra.

"Both energies combine to form Chakra. And you can then use that Chakra for various things."

"If they combine, does that mean you can separate them?"

Bruce, displaying his budding intelligence asked.

It was a question that slightly surprised Mark.

"Huh...you know, now that you mention it..."

Mark bit his lip, focusing on the ball of Chakra.

"Separate..."

He muttered.

Lo and behold, the ball split into two equally small balls. One glowed blue, the other white.

"Whoa. So pretty."

Bruce said, reaching towards the blue ball...

Only for the sheet to be thrown off, revealing Alfred's stern face, looking down at the twins.

"Oh crap."

Mark sighed, quickly pulling back the Chakra into his body.

"Please don't tell mom and dad Alfred."

Bruce pleaded.

"They will ground us!"

Sighing, Alfred pinched his nose.

"Young Masters, it is way past your bedtime. Go to sleep, you can play with your...powers tomorrow."

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The next day,

Their parents had gone to work, leaving the twins and Alfred alone.

And with the British butler tending to house chores, the twins were free to play in the yard.

It was summer break, the late afternoon sun shone down on two black haired boys, one in a red t shirt and the other in a blue one. Both of them wore shorts.

"You think it will work?"

Bruce asked Mark, a nervous tinge in his voice.

"I don't know."

Mark replied. The trick he was going to use to give Bruce access to Chakra was something he'd watched in a show from his last life.

The show was called RWBY. And they had their own power system called aura that shared a few similarities with Chakra.

Aura users could awaken Aura in another person by using their own Aura to invoke the target's own.

Mark breathed out slowly, laying his palms flat on Bruce's back.

"Okay here goes nothing..."

Gently, he begun pouring his Chakra into his brother's back.

For a few minutes, nothing seemed to happen. It was long enough that Bruce begun getting impatient.

"Is it working?"

He asked.

"Ssh. I'm trying to concentrate."

Mark responded, a trail of sweat falling down his face. This was the first time he was trying this.

His Chakra while somewhat meek, was also incredibly mentally taxing to fully control. Especially within someone's else's body.

Still, he managed to run it through Bruce's body, copying the same path he used when internally channeling Chakra through his own body.

With that, he completed the first cycle.

"Is it-"

Bruce's next words were cut off as a pink shroud of energy covered his entire body.

All at once, the younger twin felt a strength across his limbs that he had never felt before. It was a sensation that felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.

"Wow..."

He jumped to his feet easily.

"I can feel...feel...Powaahhh!!!!"

"Oh, it worked. That's good." Mark sighed and then fell to the ground, dead asleep.