Summary: Midoriya Izuku is the son of a woman from a family of once thought a lost quirk, and a close friend of the predecessor of One for All. Although no one knew about it, it was concealed all over the world in hope to have him be raised in peace without any villains or people wanting his quirk for their own, targeting his life... That is, until his 'mother' was killed by the holder of All for One; 'Sensei'; and had a hunt for his family. Thinking that all was lost for him, Izuku was waiting for his end, same way his family ended if not for a passing traveller, or is he really just a traveller? Or maybe, he's the one that could lead him to his dreams... or so the man called it.
Disclaimer: All the characters and their original plot belong to their rightful owners, and there's no way, under do any circumstances do they belong to me.
Chapter I: And so it Begins
Midoriya Izuku is what you may call someone average, only on the outside though. He was never average as everyone thought of him, he's just following the biddings of both of his parents; to never use any of his abilities outside, whether it was his physical prowess or his intelligence and, most especially, his quirk, well, not that he knew about it.
Izuku never realized that he had a quirk, his parents however, knew about him having one but kept it from him, saying he doesn't have one. Just to have proof for him, they even took him to a doctor for check-up for the reason why he 'still' doesn't have a quirk. Just for the sake that Izuku never finds out, they bribed the doctor for the result.
Oblivious about it, he never let it get to him, thinking that life is not fair nor will it ever be fair, he just let everything get in motion, and him... nothing more than a spectator.
His parents however, won't allow that in their home, they would train his young body in different uses of weapons, kata(s) and movements when he reached the age of five, same time he started his school. Once in a while he would ask them, 'why?', and they would always answer: "You'll know it, when the time's right." Though, he never got what it actually meant, he thought that it was necessary for his own safety... but... from what? Villains? There're reasons why 'heroes' were employed by government, and he's definitely not one of them, or so he believes.
Whenever he was at school, he got bullies chasing and beating him, though he never pulled any punches back at them, not that he was allowed. As for his education, he never got below or higher than average, he maintained it just at a passing level, enough to have the teachers off his back, though it never stopped them to encourage him to score higher but, that too, was tossed aside.
For the past three years, his life was just in a constant, repetitive state, with the same routine, well... except for a certain day. A day he never thought would've happened, and that at the same time... he hoped it would.
At first, it was his day of normalcy, a morning of training with his 'father', a shower and breakfast, an encounter with the bullies, morning classes, lunch at the rooftop, afternoon classes then their time to go home. That certain afternoon was cloudy, those ominous, dark clouds were threatening to rain any minute, to which it did rain on their out. Feeling something out of place, uneasiness filled his chest on his walk back home.
The street on his way was, deserted, yes, but there were also some people walking outside. As he neared his house uneasiness turned into fear as he arrived at the gate, when he was to open the door, he felt hesitant to open it. Only when he was able to get over his hesitation and fear, that he turned the knob open only to see a twisted surprise waiting for him, there on the floor starting from the doorway, were trails of blood, directing to the living room.
Izuku dropped his umbrella and tossed aside his bag as he walked slowly as he could to the living room. Immediately after seeing the contents of the room, he dropped to his knees, shaking. Hanging on the wall opposite to the entrance of the room, was his mother, crucified by two ebony blades of kunai, and most of the room were splashed by blood if not obvious for the tell tale of the iron scent of the said room and there's also the mess of the furnitures and belongings, clearly evident of the fight that had occurred before.
"K-Kaa-san..." His eyes wide, as well as his voice trembled as he muttered it. Just then, he heard a twisted sounding laugh behind him that brought shiver down his spine.
"Kukuku... ain't it quite a piece of art? I designed the house especially for that person, but it's not that bad to have you here... I could just add you to the canvas!"
He heard a 'splat' beside him followed by a foul odour before hearing a whish in the air beside him, he moved aside to avoid a slash in the air, getting his tanto within his shirt on the way, resulting for it to hit the wall, revealing the same kunai that was embedded to his mother's crucified hands.
Face void of any emotions accompanied by monotonous voice, any emotions evident earlier were casted aside. "Who are you?"
Beside the spot he kneeled on, came a stench mid air before something splashed fort a black-green coloured, thick water on the surrounding area. In place of the origin of the dark water was a man in suit with his coat open, a menacing grin on his face. "Villain."
Taking his tanto fully out of its scabbard, he took his stance, carefully analyzing the man in front of him. "Villain...? You mean those mean-looking guys that appear in TV?"
"Yeah, but I'm different..."
"Different? How so?"
"Yare, yare, you're young and curious to booth~ If not for such circumstances, I might've just taken you with me."
"I'm sorry but, I have no intention of going with my mother's murderer."
"Well... that's quite a disappointment!" Just as he finished, he hurled kunai(s) to Izuku's direction, followed by dozens of smaller knives.
Izuku dodged most of the knives and kunais, as some of them embedded on the floor and walls around the room. As Izuku ran towards the man, the man grinned as he pulled a string from the rings around his fingers. Noticing this, Izuku sidestepped and threw one of the vases that were on the ground. Once the vase went close to the man, the vase got cut up in several pieces. Izuku narrowed his eyes on the broken vase. 'Wires... and most probably, it was attached to those knives and kunai(s) earlier. Anyway... I can't keep this up, he'll catch me if I stay here any longer.'
Izuku spun his tanto around his hand as he cut the surrounding wires before taking out the scabbard of his tanto, effectively shielding himself from another batch of knives, he back flipped through the sofa, sliding to the backyard's sliding door. He slammed himself against the glass, which effectively shattered it. He was almost outside, when a wire caught his foot, followed by both of his arms, tied by the wires, seemingly tying him midair. Izuku struggled against his restraints to no avail, as they kept getting tighter every time he struggled against it. 'Guuh... It's no use...'
"Kukukukuku... I advise that you don't struggle much if you don't want to have a painful, agonizing death..." He took the tanto that lay on the ground and brought it up. "Now... for the fina- Hmm?" He brought down the sword, and cupped Izuku's chin close to his face, inspecting it.
"What do you know? You have some rare ability there... a blood type ability! The one I've been looking for! Blood type abilities were thought to be long lost in time and were only heard within hearsays and rumours of the past, though I can vouch for the fact that what you have here is legit."
'What is this guy talking about?'
The man let out a laugh, his hold on wires on Izuku tightened. "Blood type ability alone is an amazing feat, but, what you have is far more than powerful than those normal users! Aren't you happy? You'll be able to serve me through your quirk even after your death!"
When he was about to start the process of extracting, a kick came out of nowhere came in contact to his sides. "Remove your hand from that child!"
As the newcomer saw the other to come in contact with the wall, hard, he turned his attention to Izuku. He cut the wires that restraints his figure by the sleight of hand, releasing Izuku panting on the ground. "Hashire! (run)"
Izuku looked up to see a man in a red changshan that reaches up to his ankle, with gold linings and a dragon figure on the bottom, and a pair of white pants beneath. He couldn't clearly see his face as his eyes were still blurry from earlier, but, he can clearly feel his gaze upon him.
Izuku was about to question him, when he felt the shift movement in air from the assailant man earlier. He moved the man in changshan out of the way and covered himself, not having his tanto on hand, he crossed his arms to protect himself from the blow resulting in having deep gashes on both of his forearms.
"Heh, so you got your saviour arrive in time huh? Unfortunately, I can't have any survivors from the family of that man. I don't hold any grudges against you but, I do have against your father and his family, aside from your quirk, you still need to die here."
Izuku's sight blurs as all he felt at that moment was his pulsating wound and the pain that accompanied it. Immobile, Izuku's a sitting duck for the incoming attack that would've ended his life, if not for the other man to pull him close and ran out of the house, jumping from roof to roof in the rain.
The assailant was to chase them, if not for the fact that the siren of polices rang through the neighbourhood. "Tsk, he got away... Well... Not that I'm worried, I can always get that quirk when I find him once more."
The man disappeared in the torrent of black water before disappearing, followed by the entrance of both polices and heroes in the house.
With Izuku
As the man was running through the roofs, with Izuku in his arms, he could feel the warm liquid seeping through his wet clothes. 'I have to take him to the hospi-' As his thoughts stopped so does he in his tracks as he looked down at Izuku, who was panting and had a glazed eyes, giving his best not to pass out in pain.
'As troublesome as it could be, I can't bring him to the hospital... That guy just might come back for him if he knew about it, and it's no brainer to take an injured individual to the hospital... How troublesome... I'll just take him to my apartment.' With that in mind, the man took Izuku in his apartment while silently praying that the child would survive.
When he finally arrived at his apartment, he quickly settled Izuku at the couch and took all of his medical kits and such at home. He tended quickly to his wounds... except that the deep gash on his forearms just won't stop bleeding. Every time he thought that it stopped, it would start again. He applied all of his knowledge about healing and treatments, but it just won't stop.
When he saw the pained form of the child, he let out a sigh and brought out his phone. As he was about to call a certain someone, he remembered of the villain that he encountered earlier that day, saying something about blood ability. As far as he know, the people who that kind of ability had been all long gone in the years after the era of quirks had been established.
Those people either died due to how dangerous of that quirk to their health or from the hunt from both sides (normal humans and quirk users). 'Could it be?'
He settled down his phone and took one of Izuku's hands to his own. His voice was gentle, concern, evident in his voice as he speak to him. "Kid... listen, if you want to live, concentrate on my voice. Your ability is killing you, if you don't learn how assess it, moreover, use it, it's going to kill you."
A groan came as a response to him. "I... don't... have... one..."
"I'm still not sure to what it's officially called but, you do have, and a rare one at that. Now, I want you to concentrate an object in your mind then try to imagine holding that object in your hand. Anything in general, so long you're familiar with it."
Izuku's eyes opened blearily, he felt a warm sensation from his right hand and obeyed what the man told him so. He focused in creating an object, the very first to come in mind, was his o-tanto.
The man loosened his hold on his hand as he watch the blood around the wound to form the said object in his hands. The object held a solid form for about a minute before dissolving again into blood and returning into the wound. When the blood returned to the wound, it stopped bleeding but still raw, and Izuku had passed out once again.
The man let go of his hand and proceed to clean him as well as dress the said gash, smiling to himself as he did so as he watched Izuku's face change from that in pain into a bit of relief.
-Time skip- Morning of the next day
Soft strums of guitar were the first thing that Izuku noticed the moment he regained his senses. When he fully opened his eyes, he gently moved his body from the soft covers, with especial care for his arms as he sits up looking for the said music. (Bump of Chicken-Zero acoustic)
The lost children's footsteps disappeared
Leaving in their stead a song of prayer
It will turn into a flame
That will light a torch for the ones who will come after
When the instrumental started, he took his way to the next room, to which, without doubt, was the living room. There sitting on the couch with guitar on hand was the man from yesterday.
Our eyes are the color of night
They turned black like the clear sky
Because we searched and gazed too much at the things we were sure of
Once they left us behind
The maps we were handed out are so exact
They carry our bodies somewhere
Let me hear the only name you have
So that I don't get lost in this hasty world
I want to be with you until the end
This is the only thing I'm sure of
This is the only place where we can breath
We have to protect it, no matter the cost
We'll go to the foot of the rainbow
And someday, we'll go to a place where we'll be alone
'What a lonely song... but it's a good one, it somehow reminds me of my present life...' Thought Izuku as he continue to listen to the guitar.
The man's fingers stopped moving after the verse as he faced Izuku, who was leaning on the door frame, clearly absorbed in his performance. With a smile on his face, he asked him. "Did you like it?"
The man's voice woke him from his reverie as he nod to him, the man settled aside the guitar before going to the counter of the kitchen, motioning to Izuku to sit down at the table. Izuku settled his arms on the table gently as he could as he watched the peculiar man to start cooking.
Without anything in mind to do, he asks him... or more likely, 'about to' as the man who was just happily singing some kiddy song to bringing out his questions and answers. "Well now... you might be wondering; 'Who are you?', 'Where is this?', 'Why did you help me?', or something along those lines."
Izuku nod to him silently. "Well, first of all... greetings, I guess?" He gave him a small smile before introducing himself.
"My name is Xian Long, but you can call me Fon, I'm a traveller~" Xian Long has a long black hair that was tied into a braid, the fringe of his hair was more parted to right, and has a sharp gleeful gray eyes. From his red changshan that he wore yesterday, he now wore a jade green changshan and pair of white pants, his braided hair sat on the side of his shoulder.
"I brought you to my apartment since I have no doubt that your assailant will follow you to the hospital. Well then, now that you know my name, care to share yours?" He finished before turning to his cooking.
"Midoriya Izuku, eight years old..." ... and silence... more silence... and more silence. The only noise that you can hear was the soft sizzle of the food that Fon was cooking.
Sporting a wry smile, his cool vibes had taken a sudden trip on the ground before taking back its position, albeit, awkward. "A-Anything else?"
Izuku tilts his head in puzzlement, a seemingly big question mark above his head had also appeared that accompanied his ever deadpanned expression, to which Long had sweat dropped to as Izuku monotonously asked him. "What do you want to know?"
Fon sweat dropped even more in his question, though, instead of answering him, Long just hurried to finish cooking. Serving the food on the table for both Izuku and himself, he took a seat opposite of Izuku. "Well, you did tell me your name and age, I guess we can eat our breakfast for now."
Izuku stared at the pancake in front of him before looking up to Long, who was expectantly staring at him, then down at food again. "Itadakimasu..."
Long gave him a smile once more before turning into a frown when he saw Izuku wince when he tried to move his arm again from the table. He cut a piece of pancake, offering it to Izuku, who stared weirdly at him.
"Well? You can't exactly eat properly with the condition of both of your arms, so why not?"
With great... hesitancy, Izuku took a bite from the offered piece. Chewing... before swallowing, a radiant look appeared in his face as he did so. "Oho~ was it to your liking?" A nod was all he needed before cutting another piece, this time around, Izuku full heartedly took the bite.
The gesture he made for the boy was pure instinctual, and when Izuku had bit to it and had taken to a liking to the pancake, it made him secretly happy. 'He's so similar to her, albeit more mature.' Was the thought that was running in his mind as he continue to feed Izuku.
After they finished their breakfast, Fon had been cleaning the dishes while Izuku sat on the sofa comfortably, in front of the T.V. On the news was about the events that happened to his house yesterday. A man being interviewed by the reporters about the events that transpired within his household and how he was coping about it. Without a doubt, the man is Izuku's father.
"What can you say about what happened? About your late wife?"
The man closed his eyes as he let out a sigh. "What happened was truly a tragic event, and since it already happened, there was nothing that I could do but to accept it and move forward... But, do pay heed, whatever that fiend had took from this household will be brought back."
Another reporter had come to view to question him. "There were some floating rumors about you having a child, is that true? And if is true, was he also one of the victims of the 'murder' or perhaps took him?"
The man's jaw tightened before answering. "Fortunately or unfortunately, we don't have any child. The child that was living here with us was just another family relative who was also killed in the 'murder' of the main house last week."
"But-" The reporter was about to insist about it, however he got cut-off by the outburst of the man.
"We didn't have any! End of story!" He let out a sigh before murmuring an apology. "Sorry... Anyway, I believe this interview has now come to an end..." He then walked out of the room, leaving the reporters to hang on their answers to their questions.
Having heard the news, with the dishes finished, Fon walked to his side. "Was that your father?" He received a nod from him, Fon had his hand ruffle his hair before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Geez, I was to bring you back to your father and this happens..."
He cast a glance to Izuku, his arms all bandaged and supported by a pillow on top of his lap. He noticed his glance back to him and let out a sigh. "Well... no choice, I guess I should just wait for-" The doorbell rings before a knock was heard then. "Speaking of the devil..."
Izuku watched Fon walk to what he thinks as the direction to the front door. He vaguely heard a loud 'smack' to something, then a series of apologies before he heard another pair of footsteps accompanying Fon back.
Fon appeared on the doorway with red hand-marks on both of his cheeks, a nervous smile on his face, and an elderly woman trudging after him. "I'm really sorry about that, Chiyo-san... I promise not to do it again..."
"Hmph! Of course you would, since you're the one to ask for assistance." Her gaze fell on Izuku, who was curiously looking at her for a while. "Is he the one?" She looked up to Fon who nod to her.
Clearing his throat, he began to introduce the said person. "Izuku, this lady here is Shuuzenji Chiyo-san. She is also known as 'Youthful Heroin Recovery Girl' aka: 'Recovery Girl'. I had contacted her last night to check-up on you since I can't bring you to the hospital, for obvious reasons..."
" 'Obvious reasons' my ass, what you did was blatant kidnapping! Xian Long, my dear... I told you to avoid doing extraneous tasks!"
"And I believe that saving another life is no 'extraneous task'..." Fon and Chiyo-san had stared at one another before Chiyo let out a sigh.
Fon had smirked before he moved her bag on the coffee table as he took another trip to the kitchen to prepare tea.
As for the two left behind, Izuku didn't move from his spot while Chiyo-san let out a sigh. She faced Izuku and silently observed him for a few minutes before taking off the bandages on his arms and examining the rest of his injuries.
Her quirk immediately activated, she gave Izuku a quick kiss to the back of his hand. While the minor injuries were healed, the criss-crossed shaped lacerations remained on his forearms. "Hmm... I believe you acquired these wounds just yesterday, right?" A nod came in turn to her question.
"Hmm... these gashes were already treated to some extent so it should've healed nicely... and yet it didn't." Chiyo-san examined it once again.
Fon arrived with a tray of tea and snack for Chiyo-san. "How is he?"
Chiyo-san let out a sigh as she glanced to him. "He's mostly fine, though... these pair of gashes should've closed up after the few seconds I had him under my quirk, and yet, it won't. Though all of his minor injuries have been healed nicely, the pair on his forearms just won't." True to what she had told him, the two large gashes on Izuku's arms were still the same as before.
Fon frowned as himself as he set the tea and snacks on the coffee table. "That's a problem..."
"It's fine..." Two heads had sprung up in surprise to him.
"Eh? What do you mean, Izuku-bou?"
"I remembered what Fon-san had done to help last night to close those wounds... and I think, I'd like to keep it this way, and have it heal on its own, besides... I think it will leave a scar either way."
'If it ever heals anyway...' thought Izuku bitterly to himself. 'Am I weak? Or was it because it was my first combat experience... with a villain no less...'
Chiyo-san's looking at Fon with a peculiar look as she thought about what Izuku had said earlier. "Last night..."
Fon's frown had turned into a dark smile as he stared back at Chiyo-san. "Your concern is unneeded Chiyo-san, I'm not a paedophile."
"I didn't say anything~ ohohoho~!"
A tick mark came into view as Fon had a forced smile... a dark smile rather... both him and Chiyo-san. "Some things are better be left unsaid, Chiyo-san."
"The two adults over there... Are you listening?"
Chiyo-san and Fon looked back at him, both wearing a bright smile. "Of course we are!"
Narrowing his eyes on the said bright smile that came out of nowhere, Izuku slowly reached forward his hand, testing it. "A bit numb... and the flex of the muscles in the arms hurt, but I should be good to go if you wanted me to go, Fon-san."
"Hmm... I did say I'll have you back to him... but I think It's better to lay low for now. Base from the interview earlier, your father did seem to be quite frustrated or something, I don't think I can fathom child abuse in the future in case he bent his frustration on you."
"I don't think child abuse will ever happen... training is training, if anything could happen, the worst will be neglect... not that it wasn't evident before."
Both adult in the room were taken by surprise as he said so. "H-How?"
"Not really my point of interest for today... those kinds of topics are jinx for the future, and household events are better be kept inside not to be told to strangers." He held a stoic face as he said so. "While I'm grateful for you people who saved my life, you are still strangers to me."
Both adults had looked to each other, each were silently pondering to what he meant. "Then... I suppose you want to see your father today?"
Izuku nod to him, Fon was a bit sceptical and Chiyo-san had a disapproving look. "Ignoring what you said earlier, I really don't want you wandering outside for a while. From the looks of it, you have some pursuers, and I want you to rest your body."
Izuku sharply looked at her. "I can handle much of the pain now since most of the injuries were healed. While the lacerations hurt as much as before, so long as I don't move much, it should be fine."
Chiyo-san returned the look with a full-out glare. "I may have healed your minor injuries, those had done quite a number on your body and thus, had took quite the stamina out of your young body. Thus, while it may seem to be all-okay to you, it's not."
While the two of them were engaged in a glare-fight, Fon took the liberty of drinking the forgotten tea that he had prepared on the side, with one eye open. "While I do enjoy you guys getting back and forth to each other for now, I will not later."
Setting aside his tea, he then poured tea for both of them and handed them out, with a straw in Izuku's share. "I think I'll have Izuku meet with him for now. It's better to have the both of them meet early than later since it may get out of hand."
"Xian-" Chiyo-san was about to interrupt him but she got interrupted instead.
"I don't have any plans on becoming a kidnapper is one of the reasons, but more than that, I want to meet him myself." as he finished, he casted a curious glance to Izuku.
Chiyo-san let out a defeated sigh as she massages her temple. "Why did I even tried..."
Fon then took Izuku to the other room to help him change his clothes, to which Izuku adamantly refused to, however, after a few futile attempts to move his arms, he gave in to the patiently waiting Fon beside him. "Don't worry, this will be finished in a moment~"
And in a moment it is, Izuku didn't even saw him move as much as moving his arms towards him. "There you go~"
Izuku was now wearing an oversized white hooded shirt accompanied by loose fitted navy gray shorts. After Fon had neatly set aside other discarded clothes, he took Izuku into his arms. "Fon-san, what are you doing?"
"I'm planning on setting out like this, I believe we won't have much of a problem regarding that, right?"
"Please set me down... it's too embarrassing..." a tint of pink adorned his face that was covered halfway through by the hood.
"Ahaha, sorry but you'll have to make do if you want to go out or you'll have another chance with Chiyo-san. Besides, you're a child, I'm sure it will not be that 'weird' as you make out of it."
Pink dusts his cheeks as he tried to scowl... keyword: 'tried', it came out as a pout. "I'm already eight years-old."
"Haha, still a child~"
Outside the building
"Well then now, I'll be going back to the school, but do call me back if something happen, alright?" Fon gave her a grateful nod as she walked towards the station.
"Now then, where to go, Izuku-kun?"
"Hmm... He's obviously not in the house, so he's most probably in his working place. Let's try in the 'Hero's Association.'"
Since the Hero's Association is in the same district as his apartment was in, it had taken no time to reach the said destination. A few moments with the receptionist and the man's ready to meet them in a few minutes.
Hero's Association
'Midoriya' Hisashi is a middle aged man with a black hair that reaches his shoulders with a few longer strands besides his face, and icy blue eyes with his iris almost similar to that of a cat, accompanied by his calm appearance. Even though he's middle aged, it's not really obvious, his looks is much more of a young-man, despite his actual age in late 30s to his early 40s. He's wearing his working clothes, which is his white lab coat, black slacks and gray dress shirt with necktie on the inside.
When the receptionist called Midoriya Hisashi for a man was searching for him, he was pretty much expecting for the worst, as in, another villain to jump. When he saw an unknown man with a gentle smile on his face waiting for him, with a child on his arms, he had a double take.
Giving no chances, he immediately asked him. "Who are you?"
"Xian Long, I'm a traveller." His smile had widened a bit, however, the gentleness surrounding his aura had diminished a bit.
"Xian... Long...?" For reasons unknown to him, Midoriya Hisashi had the feeling of familiarity towards the name the stranger before him had gave him. "Well then, what have come here for?"
"I have something that I have picked up accidentally on my way, and I believe 'he' would be pleased as well to see 'his' relative alive, despite being tossed aside... or at least that's what I think from the interview."
Hisashi gave him a bitter smile. "Anything goes around here... base from the tone of your voice, I think we may started on the wrong ground..."
A soft-spoken voice then interrupted the both of them. "You said it..."
A quick look of surprise flashed in Hisashi's face before it was replaced by his usual calm one. "You're alive..." If one would listen carefully beneath the almost inaudible voice, relief was very much there.
Hisashi then lead the lot to a not-so busy cafe. After getting himself comfortable on the seat and finished their order, he then started the chat once again. "Let me re-introduce myself... I'm Himura Hisashi."
"Himura? But isn't it-"
"'Midoriya' was the surname of my wife, and same goes for Izuku here, my former surname alias was 'Himura', 'Gesso' is the name of our clan... or rather, 'was' the name of the clan, was close guarded and most of the members of the family had their names changed, so of course same goes for me, and especially for Izuku." He then looked sharply to Fon.
A few moments, the server had arrived with their orders, which were just drinks, before resuming once again. Hisashi took a sip of his coffee before he looked to Izuku's arms that were hidden in the pocket of the jacket, but the bandages were still pretty much visible.
"You got those from the fight?" Izuku looked up to him and nod.
A bitter smile crept to his face. "Did... did it activated?"
Izuku stiffened from his seat whereas Fon had his eyes narrowed. "Hoo... So you knew about it."
He said it as a fact, not as a question. Izuku himself doesn't know whether he's suppose to be relieved that his family is glad to see him or to be furious or angry or be happy... it's a whole bunch of mix of those. He didn't know what to feel.
Just as Izuku sat there, Fon and Hisashi had seemed to have formed a sort of agreement to themselves silently. Thus, Fon had excuse himself and took Izuku once again on his arms.
"I believe he'll be safe with me than with you for now, with me as stranger however, shall remain as what it is if you really want to keep him safe."
Hisashi had walked them out of the cafe, Fon then gave him a curious stare. "It's the least I could do to the man who'll be by the side of the boy I treasured much as a son. However... I have the feeling that this won't be our last meeting if anything."
Fon turned back a bit sideways, smirking. "How curious... I also have the same feeling."
"I finally remembered why your name sounds familiar... Fon-sempai-" Fon's eyes narrowed upon the hidden implications of the call of his name. "-please do tell him, I believe it's already the time for him to know... to go back or not depends on you and I'll trust your decision on such things as a fellow member of the house." With that, Hisashi went back inside the building, back to his work.
The walk back to the apartment were short compared to their way in, Fon had called Chiyo-san about the events before changing Izuku's bandages once again. All the while those were going on, Fon can't help but reminisce about the almost same situation his former student had to Izuku.
"Izuku-kun... in a week's time, would you like to come with me to China?"
Eyes wide, Izuku clambered upon himself for the words to answer him. "Eh?"
"I believe your mother would like to meet you-"
"My mother's-"
"-not dead nor is the present dead person you knew as your mother is your real mother."
"How can you possibly know about that? I've just barely met you yesterday."
Fon had smiled bitterly to him. "I'm on a journey after my student had gone missing on a mission a few years back, up to this day, her location's still unknown... but then, it also coincides to the fact that I have also found another family from that journey."
"Mission? Family?"
"What I meant by family doesn't necessarily mean by connected through blood, but rather by the ties we have. The house I belong was interconnected to the Japanese Yakuza(s) and the Chinese Triad(s), however... I was long away from that house, I became a hitman but was not tied to anyone till I got myself a letter and met your family... or at least one of them." He let out a bitter laugh by the end.
Izuku remained silent and Fon had taken it as a cue to continue. "Luce was my late boss, and her daughter as the present boss of their family and my group."
With his steady gaze on him, Izuku went on with his question. "Her name?"
"Gesso Aria."
A/N: Wow... I don't know whether I should be horrified that I had my very first chapter this long or not, but one thing for sure, I'm more than happy to have my very first story in this website~! (But that was mostly because the idea of this story had been going in my head for quite some time now, especially when I saw the somewhat similarities of Izuku and Tsuna!)
All in all, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! Please do leave some reviews, since other than they are motivating, they also give me an idea of what you think of the story~.