Hi everyone! Thank for taking the time to give my idea a read. I've been enjoying this series immensly and found myself actually enjoying some of the crossovers for once. So this idea popped into my head a while ago and now I've decided to take the plunge and write it down. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: The poor author does not own any of the characters appearing in this story.

"Kacchan, we shouldn't be here!" 4 year old Izuku Midoriya said to his hot headed playmate. "Our moms said we weren't allowed to play here!"

"Don't be such a baby, Deku!" Katsuki Bakugo shot back, a big grin on his face. "With my quirk, nothing can beat me!"

Izuku ran faster, catching up to his friend. They were currently playing Heroes and Villains with some of the other boys their age, and as it so happened the two of them were the villains. Giving the "heroes" time to make a plan the two boys were looking for a "villain hideout" for their base to put their flag.

Dagobah Beach was the perfect place in Katsuki's opinion. Even if his harpy of a mother told him not to along with Aunt Inko saying it was full of dangerous things, Katsuki only saw a bunch of trash.

"Come on, Deku!" Katsuki said, excitedly. "I found the best spot!"

Katsuki's hiding place was a small abandoned portable tool shed. It's outer walls rusted from exposure to the elements, and the sliding doors unable to move anymore leaving it partially open to the world.

Izuku looked nervous as he hesitantly took a look inside. All manners of junk were scattered about. Broken objects littered the floor and aged photos hung from the jumbled up wall racks.

"I - I d-dont know, K-kacchan," Izuku mumbled. "It l-looks d-d-dangerous in here."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "That's why were hiding here dummy! We're the villains right now so we need to look scary!"

"E-easy for you," Izuku mumbled. "I don't even know what my quirk is..."

Katsuki sighed. They had been through this many times. "Look, my mom told me that Auntie Inko is taking you to the doctors this weekend. You'll know then."

Izuku smiled a little. "Yeah, you're right Kacchan. Then I'll be just as awesome as you!"

"In your dreams!" Katsuki laughed. "If you're lucky your quirk will be good enough to be my sidekick! Until then, you're just a Deku!"

The two boys, now with Izuku's mini crisis taken care of, proceeded to look around the shed for a good hiding spot for their flag. Izuku walked around, looking through several hiding places until he saw something peeking out from under a blanket.

Moving the blanket out of the way he let a gasp.

"Kacchan! L-look at what I found!" He said in an excited whisper.

"It'd better be a good hiding place for our flag, Deku!" Katsuki growled, stomping over to his friend. "I'm not losing just because you distracted me!"

Izuku smiled and pointed to his discovery. "Look at these!"

Katsuki felt his jaw drop. Under the blankets, wrapped in an aged and decaying cloth lay a katana. It had a dark green handle and a bone white sheath. The guard had two curved extensions from it's longer sides with a line going through both sides, giving it an eye-shaped look.

"What the heck Deku?" Katsuki whispered. "This is awesome!"

As he reached for it, Izuku grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Kacchan!" Izuku looked scared. "We shouldn't mess with this!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Don't worry Deku, I'm just gonna look. Come on, when are we going to get a chance to see a real sword like this again?"

Izuku was hesitant, but he agreed with his friend. Even if he was scared, there was no harm in just looking right?

"Okay Kacchan, lets just look."

Katsuki grinned. "That's more like it!"

Walking up to the green katana he tried to pull the sword free.

"Ugh, I think it's stuck." Katsuki grunted. "Hey Deku, come here and hold the thing so I can pull the sword out."

Nervously Izuku complied and wrapped both hand on the sheath, neither of the boys realizing how close Izuku's hands were to the top. With a grunt of effort from both the boys Katsuki pulled the sword fee. His feeling of satisfaction was cut short as Izuku let out a scream.

Katsuki looked and his eyes went wide as Izuku was on the ground clutching his hand. Blood flowing from a cut along his right palm. Dropping the sword he ran over to his friend.

"Dammit Deku, I'm sorry! I didn't know that would happen honest!" Katsuki apologized while trying to help his friend stand. "Don't worry! I'm going to help you get back home!"

Izuku couldn't hear him. He was in pain, his hand felt like it was on fire. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as Katsuki took an arm and draped it over his shoulder.

As Katsuki moved as fast as he could the other boys finally caught up to them.

"Found you Katsuki! Man I thought you we-"

"Outta the way, dummies!" Katsuki yelled.

The two boys made their way back to Izuku's apartment, where Katsuki saw his parent's car parked outside. With Izuku still in tears Katsuki kicked on the door repeatedly.

"MOM!" He yelled, not caring about the neighbors. "AUNTIE INKO! OPEN THE DOOR QUICK!"

Katsuki could here his mom yelling something but when she opened the door and saw her son had blood stained on his clothes and her best friend's son bleeding she immediately scooped up Izuku and rushed inside.

Once they started wrapping up Izuku's hand, and calming down a hysterical Inko Midoriya, Mitsuki sat Katsuki down and demanded some answers.

"And that's why I told you boys not to go there!" Mitsuki yelled as she lightly thwapped her son upside the head. "You boys may think you're gonna be great heroes, but your stupid quirk makes you reckless!"

Katsuki didn't say anything as his father tried to calm his wife. He looked up as Inko walked back into the living room.

"Is he gonna be okay Auntie Inko?"

The woman sighed as she sat down opposite of the Bakugo family. "He'll be fine. once he has some rest and recovers I'll give him a stern talking to."

"I'm sorry Auntie." Katsuki looked deflated. His mom yelled at him all the time so he was used to it. Auntie Inko on the other hand was nothing but nice to him. She would even make extra cookies for Izuku's lunch just so he could share with him.

"We're sorry too, Inko" Mitsuki apologized. "We know Katsuki can be hot headed but we hope you can forgive him."

Inko shook her head. "It's not all his fault. Izuku should have known better. While I'm upset you boys made a dangerous choice, I am grateful Izuku has a friend like you to help him Katsuki."

Inko placed a hand on the young boy's messy hair. "You boys are going to be great heroes one day, but remember that even heroes have to listen to their parents."

Katsuki gave a small nod as Mitsuki chuckled. "You're too forgiving Inko."

"I don't think so," Inko sat back down and looked at the door leading to her son's room. "He's still going to get some sort of punishment. I'm thinking no All Might video for a day or two."

Izuku Midoriya was having a strange dream. Or was it even a dream? Last thing he remembered was his mom and Auntie Mitsuki bandaging his hand then he fell asleep. Or so he thought.

Now he was walking along a surface of water. At first he freaked out, not confidant in his swimming abilities, only to realize he could walk on the water's surface as if it were concrete. Looking around he saw nothing except a black sky and a bright moon that flooded the world with a comforting light.

Nothing moved. No sound. Izuku looked around, nervous about why he was here. Finally, he made a sound.

"H-hello?"

His small voice seemed to echo across the stillness of the world. After what seemed like an eternity Izuku heard a voice come from behind him.

"Who are you?"

Before Izuku could turn around he felt icy cold hand wrap around the back of his neck. Letting out a gasp, and feeling more scared then ever, he froze. Unable to speak as he felt the fingers maintain their vice-like grip.

"I'll ask again." The voice spoke in the same monotonous voice. "Who are you, and how did you come here?"

Out of panic Izuku managed to squeak out a response. "I-I'm Iz-Izuku M-midoriya, a-and I-I don't k-know where I a-am!"

Tearing up he felt the fingers slowly release his neck. Dropping to his knees, young Izuku burst into tears as he realized he had never been so scarred in his life.

"Stop that crying, boy." Came the ever cold response. "Why must you humans be so emotional? Especially the young ones."

Izuku turned to face the voice. Through his tears he could see a slender, yet fairly muscular, male A figure of average height with a melancholic appearance. The figure had fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his bangs fell between his eyes, and he had distinctively thick eyebrows. A prominent facial feature were teal lines which descend from the lower part of his eyes. His facial expression looked as though he was frowning. The figure wore a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama. His jacket had long coattails and a high collar.

He looked Izuku with indifference. "So you're the one that got his blood onto my blade."

Izuku didn't realize what the figure meant at first, but then the memories of the days event's rushed back to him.

"I'm sorry!" He bowed repeatedly. "I didn't mean to I swear! I-I promise I wasn't going to steal your sword! It j-just looked r-really cool a-and-"

"Stop that." The figure said sharply. "It doesn't matter now anyways. I'm merely here to see what kind of person is going to be wielding my powers. I have to say I'm extremely dissatisfied."

"What?" Izuku looked at him, wiping away his tears. "Powers? Does this mean.. you're my quirk?"

The figure raised an eyebrow, seeing the boy's attitude shift completely.

Seeing as the boy who was once crying run in circles excitedly caused the figure to let out a small sigh and grab the boy by his shoulder.

"Stop that." he commanded. Izuku sat down obediently. The figure was quiet for moment then spoke up.

"I don't know what a quirk is, nor do I care. All that matters to me is how you use my powers. Now that your blood reactivated my blade, my essence has bound itself to your soul."

Izuku's eyes widened, not understanding a word.

Seeing his words go into on ear and out of the other the figure just closed his eyes as if seeking patience and decided to try another time.

"Since I can tell you understand none of this I'll let you go. But be warned, you will be back here again. One day I'll teach you everything."

Izuku watched the figure start walking away and then realized something important.

"Wait!" He shouted to the retreating back. "Please! What's your name?"

The figure kept walking but looked over his shoulder once and spoke two words.

"Ulquiorra Cifer."

Izuku woke up in a cold sweat. It had been years since he had that dream. Now at the age of ten he started having frequent dreams of a eternally moonlit lake. He had mostly forgotten about that time. His doctor thought it was related to a form of post traumatic stress. That and the stress of being was quirkless.

Izuku and his mother were speechless when he delivered the news. Inko begged for the doctor to check again while Izuku stared dumbly into space, not processing the information just given to him.

"Please Doctor," Inko sounded desperate. "Can you check again? Izuku not having a quirk just seems impossible. Lately he's been doing thing he normally couldn't. There have been times where it seems he's in his room but then all of the sudden he runs right into a wall in the dining room at high speeds!"

"Hmm..." The Doctor checked his charts. "That is interesting. You see, in the cases of people being quirkless the thing we've found in common is this secondary toe joint."

He held the X-ray up so the mother could see it.

"While it's not common, there have been cases where some people develop their quirks later in life." The doctor looked at the mother and son and gave a small smile.

"From what you've told me, it seems that young Izuku here will have a speed related quirk and his body is trying to adjust to it. Unfortunately I don't know when his quirk will develop fully."

Inko nodded and as she and Izuku were about to leave the doctor spoke up again.

"I know I said that young Izuku's quirk would take time to develop, my recommendation is to try giving him plenty of exercise. Running, swimming, perhaps even a form of martial arts. Any of these could help."

"Thank you doctor!" Inko bowed and Izuku followed suit. As they left the office Katsuki ran up to them, the Bakugo mother and son wanting to be the first to know about Izuku's quirk.

"Well?" Katsuki said, too excited. "What quirk did my sidekick get?"

Izuku's eyes started to water as he stared at the ground, unable to answer his friend.

"H-hey, why're you crying? It can't be that bad right?" Katsuki looked concerned.

Mitsuki looked at Inko as the Midoriya matriarch sighed and delivered the news.

"So far, it seems Izuku is quirkless."

The Bakugo family was shocked.

Katsuki was the first to recover. "Thats not true! I saw Deku go flying into a wall during playtime! He even jumped higher than most of the grown ups during jump rope! Deku has to have a quirk!"

Mitsuki looked at Inko and then went over her words. "What do you mean by 'so far'?"

Inko held onto her son's shoulders gently. "The doctor said that it's possible that Izuku is a late bloomer and that his quirk takes some time to develop. So they're not sure when but the doctor did give me some recommendations about how it may be possible to speed up the adjustment process."

Mitsuki raised an eyebrow. "And? What did they recommend?"

"Plenty of physical exercise. Running, swimming, martial arts. That kind of activity."

"I guess that makes sense." Mitsuki murmured. "I guess we'll never know unless you try."

Inko looked worried as the four of them made their way to Mitsuki's car.

"I don't know Mitsuki." Inko opened the door and made sure the boys buckled their seat belts. "I mean Izuku is only four. Do you really think martial arts is necessary?"

"Hmm... Well it's not like they're going to throw kids off the deep end right away. Plus I think it'll give Izuku a boost in self confidence. On top of that it never hurts to know some self defense. Maybe you should sign up too!"

"M-me? I don't think so." Inko shook her head.

Mitsuki grinned. "Oh come on! I think it'll be fun! Now that I'm thinking about it maybe I'll sign up Katsuki as well!"

"Huh?!" Came the reply from the backseat. "Why do I gotta do it?"

"Because you need some better discipline in your life kid!" Mitsuki shouted back.

Inko had spent the better part of a week debating with herself before relenting and signing up Izuku for self defense classes.

True to her word, Mitsuki signed up Katsuki two days later, much to the younger Bakugo's objections.

However five years later the two had advanced quite a bit. They made friends, or in Katsuki's case rivals, with some of the other kids including a nice girl named Itsuka Kendo. Kendo had beaten Bakugo on his first day when they sparred without quirks and ever since then Katsuki's mission was to beat her and claim victory. He would pour his heart and soul into his training and his passion inspired the other kids to push harder even if his attitude left much to be desired.

The green haired boy took a moment to calm his breathing before deciding to get a cooling glass of water to calm himself down. Izuku mentally hummed to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. The nights were out and Izuku could hear his mom's gentle breathing as he made his way past her room. pouring himself a glass of water he took a long drink.

At ten years old he was in great shape. He had done everything the doctors said he should do. Even his mom joined in his running routine.

So why hadn't his quirk developed yet?

Izuku frowned. He tried to be patient. He really did, but after throwing himself into all of his training and having no quirk to show for it made him feel bitter.

After a while he decided to finish off his water and go back to bed. As he looked down into the glass he let out a gasp and nearly dropped it. Reflecting off the surface were a pair of green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils. Izuku put the glass down and retired back to his bed.

'What was that?' Izuku turned onto his side and felt sleep take over him. His last thoughts before drifting to sleep were about those melancholic eyes staring into his very soul.

And there we have it, one chapter done and more to come! I hope you enjoyed it!

~ShipKeepsHappening