Summary: This world wasn't as scary as her second or third one, nor was it boring like the first. But it didn't mean it was all fun and games, in fact unlike her first lives, she couldn't tell what was supposed to be serious and what was a universal joke i.e her quirk
Pairings undecided. Anti!Hero/vigilante! OFC AU
She didn't remember how she died.
Then again she never remembers how exactly she dies nor when she is reborn until it is much too late.
Of course, she barely remembered her first life, but like riding a bike, there were some things you could never forget. She remembered the things she enjoyed, most of which were in bits and pieces from her first and original life.
Things that, to her, were timeless, such as Harry Potter and Star Wars, superheroes like Batman and while many blended together, several animes like Naruto and Bleach. But as each life came and went, little by little, she began to forget.
She knew her first life was happy and she recalled how she woke up in the second amidst a battlefield that was literally out of an anime. The third was short-lived in yet another once believed fictional world filled with bloodshed, tributes, and a brutal capitol.
This life, her fourth, she knew the cycle would never end. She didn't know why nor did she understand how, but it wasn't as if she could stop her rebirth after every death. And as dark as it was, a small part of her didn't want it to stop.
Once, years ago, she had thought about living in a world from a tale, a story, a book, would be fun. And while it was always painful and tortuous to lose the ones you loved time and time again, she still somehow got attached to the new cast of characters in every life, this one would be the same.
She woke up from the haze with blurry eyes, finally coming to with her surroundings and taking in the knowledge that she was once again reborn.
She had been born a girl yet again, not that she minded. It was one of the few constants in her lives.
It still was amusing how even though she couldn't remember her family nor even her own name in the first life, she still compared every life she lived to that one. Course, each life had been believed fictional, and no doubt this one, her fourth, would be one too.
It was nice to be in such a peaceful lull, the first time in years. Perhaps, just maybe, this life wouldn't be filled endless bloodshed.
Heroes. This world was filled with fucking heroes. Of fucking course there was something more than just a slightly more advanced Japan, there were heroes, and villains, and superpowers.
'Quirks' that's what they're called, mutations and abilities that most of the population have. She almost her shit the day her father began putting a broken cup back together again just by swirling his finger. And as embarrassing as it was, she did shit herself when her mom began moving the Earth to make space for a swimming pool in the backyard.
At first, she thought, this had to be x-men or like Batman but she was proved wrong one night sometime after her first 7 months of her new life.
Her parents had the news on one night when the weatherman had been cut off to breaking news. Apparently a hero, the so-called '#1' was fighting a mob of villains downtown and from the helicopter cam, the said hero was winning.
Now to be fair, it had been well over 40+ years since she had seen the show and read the manga. And true, there had once been a time, in her vague memories where she had dressed up from a character from the show. But to say she had been reborn into a world with the blonde equivalent of Superman, with the freakin 'V' for victory for his bangs even.
"...And there you have it, All Might defeating yet another villain-"
And it was at that moment she began to laugh.
She had been just over 3 when she came face to face with the reality of heroes and villains.
Her parents, like most first time parents, did everything within their power (and quirks) to give her a great childhood. One of these great things was taking her to the neighborhood park to "socialize with friends". Which in all honesty, was an excuse for all the parents to talk and gossip while their children discovered that eating dirt tastes bad.
Two or three times a week for the past month, her mother had been dropping her off in the sandbox to play with the other children. To say she hated it was an understatement.
Her previous two lives she was forced to grow up and mature fast, which was easy for her seeing how she had the mindset of someone years past her physical age. And of course her first life she was just like them, no added intelligence. But because this life was so similar to the first, being too mature, too smart, and too much like an adult wasn't good.
So instead she opted for the 'smarter than an average kid but not creepy about it' the later part was an issue in her last life. With acting like her physical age meant associating with others her age, meaning actual children.
She didn't hate it or love it but it was tiresome and troublesome and completely utterly boring (a statement a friend from a lifetime ago would agree with). And it was at one of these social gatherings when it happened.
It started off as a normal afternoon, her parents talking to others and herself plopped in between a green-eyed blonde that couldn't stop smiling and a white-haired boy who looked as though he'd rather be anywhere else then there. They were the kids of her parents best friends and true, they would grow out of their childish habits, it was still difficult for her to connect. It was when they were playing a game of tag when it happened.
No one realized what was happening until it was too late. Screaming filled the once quiet air, the sounds of yelling and the fast rush of parents and children overcame the park. But it wasn't until blood went flying and the cries and screams of people were cut short in their throats did her mind flew into overdrive.
She understood death, she knew what it was like to die and lose those she loved. But it was too soon and her memories and emotions went chaotic. She wasn't physically an adult in this life yet, she couldn't use the skills or abilities that she had in her previous, not with this body. All she could do was remain frozen as her parents scooped her up and the blonde boy.
It was only with her parent's frantic shaking and shouting to the others to run and take cover did she snap out of her state. And then she it, the villains, the ones who thought it would be fun to slice up little kids and laugh. She wanted them dead, no she needed them dead. When the blonde boy, Sato, began to shake did she realize the killing intent seeping out of her, a part of her was impressed that even after several years she could still do it?
Her mother was doing her best to hold out until the heroes came, using her Earth quirk to move the soil, sand, and trees to create a defense. Her father and several other parents were doing their best to collect the kids and pull the injured away from the mess. But it wasn't good enough, even though the adults were doing what they could to shield the kid's eyes, she saw the glimpses of a losing battle.
Her mother, with her long hair and bright green eyes the eyes that were passed on to herself, was loosing. She wasn't a hero, she wasn't taught to push her quirk and combat the side effects, and what was worse the villains could see it. And her father, the man whose bright orange hair was her own, was doing everything he could not rush to his wife's side.
It was the moment after her mother got hit by a flying knife did help come. It wasn't until her mother's bright beautiful face smash into the ground did the heroes arrive, the sunlight bouncing off their shiny suits. It wasn't until her mother's Earth quirk finally gave out till the #1 and #2 heroes take down the villains in a matter of minutes.
And it wasn't until that night did she and her dad found out the state her mother was in. Her mother wasn't a hero, she wasn't licensed to use her quirk, she didn't have the insurance to cover what happened. And the only thing they got for it was a 'thank you' and a hospital full of pitying looks.