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Unyielding Vibrations

Chapter 1

The End Is Where I Begin

The pain in my chest was unbearable. It stung with so much pain, I couldn't even put it into words. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet gurgle. I couldn't even think, see, or hear properly.

All I could do was feel, and even then that sense was still barely working.

I felt my blood begin pool under me and onto the hardwood floor. I felt blood leave my mouth and drip down my chin as I tried to speak.

How did it come to this.

It was supposed to be an average Monday. I was just supposed to go to school, pretend to pay attention, and go home. It was supposed to be so simple, so predictable, so mundane. And yet it wasn't.

I didn't personally know the guy. Our school was pretty big, and I didn't have any classes with him, so I didn't know him. This was actually the first time I've ever seen him.

I don't know what drove him to do this. Was he bullied? Mistreated at home? Or did he just not care about living anymore? I'd never know.

I often wondered what other people thought of when they were dying. Did they try to bargain for their life? Or did they come to terms with their death?

I don't regret what I did. Not really.

It was at this point I began to fall into darkness. During those rare moments, I would find myself wondering what death was like. I know it's a pretty weird and concerning admission from a dying teen, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. Anyway, I always thought it would feel painful, and it was, and cold, which it also was.

Yet after I found myself unable to feel. I felt, weird right, at peace. The feeling I got was one of freedom, like all of my doubts and insecurities were washed away into the darkness I was falling in.

It was like I was experiencing a form of mercy. It took away the pain of my life. The loneliness, the unending struggles, and my doubt. It even wiped away the people of my life.

Yet, despite that, I searched.

I searched for the people I let down, the people I would never see again.

As I continued to fall into the vastness of uncertainty, I tried to find comfort in those I was, unwillingly,leaving behind. With all my might I searched my memories for something, anything. I couldn't remember the names, for they were scrambled into a jumbled mess, I couldn't see the faces, for their features were shrouded in darkness.

I tried to reach out in that darkness. It was like an ocean, I moved arms but was met with resistance. When I moved my arms I couldn't even see them.

Only the feeling of them moving gave me the reassurance that I actually moved them.

Then amongst that darkness and it's coldness.

I saw light. And was bathed in its warmth.

I couldn't breath, not as good as I was supposed to. I tried but the air wouldn't come in the same way it had before. What was wrong with my lungs? I know I didn't get shot in either of them, so why couldn't I breath properly?

I began to toss and turn in uncertainty and distress when I was pulled into something soft.

Soft? Where am I?

Then I heard it.

I heard the sound of a voice. Soft, beautiful, feminine, and soothing. Slowly, I stopped thrashing about as I allowed myself to be bathed in her softness and warmth. I felt my eyes grow heavy as the woman began to coo and hmm a lullaby.

She then started to rock me back and forth all the while keeping me close to her. The woman held onto me protectively, like she was trying to shield me from the world and all of its evil, yet she didn't hold on too tightly nor too loosely.

Like she had done this before.

At that, I realized the situation I was in. Granted my eyesight was blurry, so I wasn't able to rely on my ability see. I could still feel what I was touching and what I was covered in.

I was covered in a small, thin blanket. Those only used for small babies.

Babies.

At that, I promptly decided I was too tired for this shit and went to sleep.

Only to be abruptly woken up by a small, childlike finger poking my cheek. At first I tried to ignore it, only for the same finger to poke me again. And again. And again.

My eyes snapped open and moved to glare at my current annoyance. The sight I was greeted with instantly transformed my glare into a pained look. The little offender was a little girl, no older than four years old, with bright blue hair that fell just past her ears, blue eyes that were filled to the brim with curiosity and innocence, and was dressed in a long sleeve blue shirt, pants, and socks.

I was so mesmerized by her hair color that I didn't notice the woman holding me speak to the girl that kept poking me. The girl stopped poking me, and looked at the woman with a look of excitement, curiosity, and uncertainty?

The woman holding me removed me from her chest, much to my disappointment, and held me in such a way that it looked like she was about to…

No.

Noo.

She wouldn't.

But she did. She handed me off to the blue haired girl.

Honestly, at first I thought the girl was going to drop me on the floor. But imagine my surprise when the girl held onto me so tight I thought I was going to burst like a balloon. Luckily, the woman who had handed me off noticed my plight and spoke to the girl once more.

The girl's grip loosened a little, but it was still a little tight. I looked up at the girl's face and saw that she looked at me with such love in her eyes I would have been weirded out if I did hear what she had called me.

"Watashi no otōto…" she looked down at me with the unconditional love of an older sibling. Yes, older sibling. While I may not know the Japanese language fluently, I did however watch a lot of anime. So I am able to understand some words when I hear them.

Like for instance, otōto. Which meant 'little brother', which also meant that this girl was my older sister.

I tore my gaze away from my newly identified older sister when, and I'm assuming here, our mother spoke to her again.

"Hai, Nejire-chan, Kiyo-kun anata no otōtodesu." She teased, or at least I think she did. I'm still not sure what exactly what it was that she said, but the tone she used made it sound like she was.

If my sister knew she was being teased she didn't show it. Instead she brought me closer her and gave me a big bright smile.

For some reason, that smile brought out my own too.

"Again! Again!" I practically shook with excitement as I awaited for my older sister's answer. It had been a while since I was reborn into this world, and while that time was indeed boring, it was also informative.

I learned how to speak Japanese, still not fluently just enough to get me by, and how to write, which was unbelievable hard, even with my mother and aunt teaching me. Though they did take amusement in my frustration and annoyance.

"My, My, such a demanding little brother I have." My sister, Nejire Hadō, teased me as she wagged one of her small fingers in my face. Currently, she was five years old and I was two, close to being three.

Even though I was older than her mentally, I still couldn't help but frown a little, I didn't like being teased, "Am not! I don't even want to see something so lame anyway!" I crossed my chubby arms and whipped my head to the side, hoping to at least make her mad or think I wasn't interested.

She laughed and ruffled my hair, "Of course you don't~" She spoke in a sing-song voice filled to the brim mirth. "How about this Kiyo-kun, I'll do it one more time, but you have to do something for me~"

Was she trying to bargain with me?! Like I would take such obvious bait. I stayed the same way in defiance, I even closed my eyes to increase its effect. It did nothing, in case you were wondering.

My sister gave a mock sigh of disappointment and retracted her hand from atop my head, "Aww~ And I just learned something new too." Don't give in. "I was so sure that you wanted to see it for yourself, but imagine my surprise when I come back from school only to find out you don't care!" She raised a finger to her eye to wipe away an imaginary tear, "But if you really don't want to see it then I suppose…" She trailed off at the end and moved to get up.

She was abruptly stopped when I grabbed her sleeve with my small hand. She gave a hmm in mock confusion, "Yes Kiyo-kun?" She then gave me a sickly smile. One of those smiles where the bearer knows that they've won.

God damn it.

"Please…" My voice was soft and timid, the voice of someone who had caved and lost. I lowered my head and looked at her from underneath my blue bangs. She then grabbed both of my hands into her own and gave me a bright smile. A smile I couldn't resist.

"Of course! But you remember what I said right?"

I just gave her a soft, numb nod. Somehow, her smile free even bigger. To the point I was afraid she would end up splitting her own face in half.

"Well… what I want you to do for me…" she gained a thoughtful look as she pondered on what exactly she wanted me, her three year old brother, to do for her. Then her smile came back full force, "I want you to call me 'nee-chan'!" She all but yelled with excitement.

Blink.

"That's it?" I couldn't help but ask my older sister. In my previous life I didn't call my older sister, well, older sister. Because I thought it didn't need to be said. She knew what she was to me and I knew what I was to her. So why, of all things, did she want me to call her older sister?

The blue haired girl nodded excitedly, "Yes! You've never called me your nee-chan before! It's crazy, unless…" She gasped in mock realization and brought a hand to her chest, giving off the appearance of being hurt, "Do you not think of me as your nee-chan? Where did I go wrong Kiyo-kun?! Did I fail as your sister?!"

"N-no," I shifted in my place on the floor as I looked at my new older sister, "nee-chan." My sister paused from her theatrics as she regraded me with an unreadable expression. She held that look for only a moment as she gave out a squeal of delight, much to my surprise as I cupped my delicate ears with my hands.

Faster than I could realize she wrapped me up in a tight hug and spoke into my ear with so much love I could taste it, "You've made me the happiest older sister in the world, you know that?" All I could do was nod as my head rested on her shoulder, "All the other girls in my class also talk about their little brothers and how they always call them nee-chan,"

Where was this coming from?

Her grip got tighter and her shoulders began to shake. Was she...was she crying… because of me? "I-I thought you didn't like me, Kiyo-kun. You also look at me with those sad eyes... I-I thought…" She didn't finish as she continued to hold me.

My sister was crying. Because of me. When I first saw her, I was instantly reminded of the older sister in my past life. They looked so much alike it physically hurt. It hurt to the point where I could barely look at her without feeling the need to cry.

I brought up my arms and wrapped them around her, she must have been shocked because her shoulders just stopped shaking, "Why would you think that idiot? I love nee-chan! Believe it! And you better not forget either you idiot!"

"C-calling your nee-chan an idiot? And saying you love her? I didn't know you were a tsundere Kiyo-kun!" She teased as she brought up a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. She pulled away from the hug with a big smile on her, "Well… a deal's a deal Kiyo-kun!" And just like that she returned back to her normal self.

Ignoring the tsundere comment and her complete one eighty, I looked up at her with barely restrained excitement. I watched as my sister held out her hand. Then a spiral of blue energy hit me and coursed through my entire being.

She didn't make the wave strong enough to the point that it would hurt me or even push me over, she just made it strong enough so that I could be able to feel her power and weak enough so that it wouldn't hurt me.

And it was cool!

This vibrating sensation coursed throughout my entire body and made me shiver on simple reflex, not in discomfort mind you, but in actual excitement. For the first time since I've been reborn, I had actually felt alive. This wasn't even the first time we've done this before either. Everyday after she got back from school I would ask her to hit me with her Quirk.

Yes, Quirk.

That's what the superpowers in this world were called, and who was I to complain.

Anyway, my sister would agree to sate my desire most of the time. Other times she would either be too tired(Which in itself was a rarity since she was practically a condensed, walking, talking, ball of energy) or she would have homework.

"Nejire-chan! Kiyo-kun! Where are- oh. There you are!" Our mom peeked her head through the door before opening it fully, allowing me to get a better view of her. She looked so much like Nejire I had no doubt once my sister got older the both of them would be mistaken for twins. My mom had light blue hair that fell all the way down to her thighs, first time I saw it I practically let my jaw drop, delicate facial features, baby blue eyes, and a pale skin tone.

I had know idea what she did for a living, but whatever she did it required her to wear a grey long sleeve sweater and a pencil neck skirt. I had money on her being a teacher.

"Mommy!" Nejire all but shouted with glee as she tackled our mother into a bear hug, one that Mom had to kneel down in order to accept it fully, "Guess what Mom?! Kiyo-kun called me nee-chan!" Mom looked down at her and gave her a bright smile.

"Oh? Did he now?"

My sister vigorously nodded her head, "Yeah! He said I'm the best sister in the entire world!" She ended the hug and waved her arms in a circular motion to symbolize the world. It was adorable.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who found it adorable, because our mother laughed with amusement at her display, "Of course you are Nejire! Your his precious sister! You will always be the best!"

Her eyes then shifted from my beaming sister to me, "Come on Kiyo-kun, come to mommy!" She continued to kneel as she spread her arms out wide, awaiting for my arrival. I moved to stand up, but I instantly failed.

All I did was land on my hands and knees. Did I mention, I couldn't walk to save my life yet? No? Well now you know. I didn't let this inconvenience deter me, however, I had to resort to crawling towards my mother, all the while watching my mom continue to open and close her hands in anticipation.

God, this was embarrassing.

It didn't take long to reach her though, and when I did she wrapped her arms around me in such a tight hug I thought I was going to die. "There's my baby boy! Who's my baby boy? You are!" She cooed as she began rubbing her cheek onto mine.

This was also something I learned in my one short year of being reborn. My mother, Ayame Hadō, was an incredibly affectionate person. I don't know if it's because I'm her youngest child, but she would always find an excuse to smother me.

I know that I'm two and some change, but sheesh… I liked having my own space. At least I could count on my sister and father not smothering me every chance they got.

Speaking of whom, I haven't actually seen a lot of my father lately. He was a constant in this new life since I was born, but up until a few months ago he just up and disappeared. I know he wouldn't just up and abandon us, because when he was around he would, for a lack of a better term, spoil mom rotten.

I still remember the time he bought mom a diamond necklace (I'm not even sure where the hell he got that type of money from), I swear that woman squealed so hard the entire house shook. I even think a few windows cracked.

So I knew for a fact that he loved her, but why wasn't he around? Mom didn't seem the least bit affected by it, if she was putting up a strong front up for me and Nejire I wasn't sure. She didn't look sad or become sad when she looked at me, which led me to believe I either looked like Mom, just like my sister, or I didn't completely look like him.

If Mom didn't look affected in the slightest or wasn't fighting the urge to break down into tears when she looked at me that meant he didn't up and leave or wasn't dead.

So, where the hell was he?

"My~ What a serious look you have on your face Kiyo-kun!" My mom teased as she poked my nose with her finger, "Are you hunger?...Or…" The blue haired woman let out a fake gasp as a sudden realization come over her, "Ah I see. You miss Auntie~ Don't you~"

"W-wha? N-no!"

"Ah~ So you don't miss Auntie? You're her favorite you know~ She'll be devastated if she heard you say that, you know~" She gave a dark smirk at the growing look of horror on my small face. I shook my head in a negative and began to push away from this she-devil. All this did was make her dark smirk grow even more.

"It's a shame too," Mom shook her head in a 'What can you do' manner. "She was so excited to see you again. She kept going on and on about how fun you and your sister are to have around." She would've kept going, but I decided to interrupt her.

"It's not…"

"It's not what?"

I was practically racking my mind for something to say. Anything would do anyway, so I said the first thing that came to my mind, "Nejire-nee! Save me!" I looked at my sister with the infamous puppy eyes, and it worked.

Seeing my look and hearing my plea for help, my sister answered the call, "Mom?" Our mother looked down to see Nejire's big, bright, blue eyes looking up at her with so much innocence, she'd had to be evil incarnate to not be moved by it. "Can I take Kiyo-kun to my room and show him my favorite hero?"

And as expected, Mom folded and relaxed me to my sister's care, "Of course, Nejire-chan! I'll get dinner started!" Mom left the room, but not before giving me one final bone chilling smirk.

As Nejire left my room and proceeded to walk towards her's, a stray thought entered my mind, and it's irony wasn't lost to me.

This family's gonna be the death of me.

I blinked as I looked at the mirror with curiosity and interest. The strange thing about being reborn was that this was the first time I actually was able to look at myself in a mirror.

A boy, no older than four, stared back at me. Unlike my mother and sister, who both had bright blue eyes and hair, my eyes were a deep violet, so deep in fact I would've thought they were purple if Mom hadn't pointed out to me a few minutes earlier. Also unlike the two women in my life, my hair wasn't bright blue nor was it smooth, not in the slightest, instead it was dark blue and was rough and would've spiked out all over the place if Mom hadn't brushed it.

Behind me was the woman herself, dressed in blue jeans, flats, and dark grey blouse. She was currently looking over my attire to make sure I was ready for school, which was a simple combination of white shorts, a blue collared shirt, socks, and a pair of blue running shoes.

It was about six in the morning on the first Monday of April. My Mom woke Nejire and I up a few minutes ago. While she told Nejire to get dressed for her second year in elementary school, Mom wanted to personally dress me for Kindergarten.

As much as I loathe to admit such a thing, I was honestly a little nervous for my first day of school. I had also been antisocial in my previous life, mostly due to my family moving around alot when I was a kid, and because of that I became a sort of introvert.

Which started to happen in this life as well. While we never moved anywhere, so far I've only interacted with three people in this new life of mine. Add on the fact that they were all older than me and I was pretty much guaranteed to be unable to interact with my future classmates.

The only thing that made today bearable was the fact that my Quirk would develop soon. According to my sister and mother, Quirks usually manifested when a person was at the age of four. Of course it wasn't guaranteed to happen as soon as I turned four, I was made aware of this when Nejire told me that one of her friends developed her own a couple of weeks after she turned four, but I wanted to remain optimistic.

The thought of having a Quirk, which basically meant a superpower, made me feel a little giddy inside. Honestly I wanted the same Quirk as my mother, which Nejire had, so I could just send shockwaves everywhere. That wasn't the only reason I was giddy however.

I, back when I was two, learned that people with Quirks could become a hero. For a profession. I was an absolute nerd for heroes before I died, hell I still am, and the thought of becoming a Hero was fucking amazing. It had always been a dream of mine, back when I used to read comics, an admiration if you will.

I knew they weren't real, but reading about different men and women, with different backgrounds, being gifted with powers beyond all human comprehension, using their the gifts for others was completely awe-inspiring. For people, who looked at them with hatred and bigotry, to those who looked up to them as shining beacons of hope and safety, and even to those who viewed them as dangerous, they still protected them.

I, honest to God, wished, even dreamed, of becoming someone like them. Someone who protected others just for the sake of helping them.

And now I can.

"Kiyo-kun are you alright?" The sweet voice of mother asked with concern as she looked down at me, "Are you nervous about school? If so, you could always start next year."

I tore my eyes away from the mirror and gave her the biggest smile I could muster, "No. I'm fine mom, just thinking is all."

A delicate thin blue eyebrow rose, giving her the appearance of curiosity, "What were you thinking of so hard that made you ignore me for ten minutes?"

"It hasn't been ten minutes…"

"It's a hyperbole Kiyoshi, you'll learn about them when you're older." She sighed before adding, "It's okay if you're nervous son. It's quite common in kids your age. In fact, your sister went through the same thing when she was your age."

She did? Somehow I found that hard to believe. I continued to look at my mother as I racked my brain for a way to properly word my thoughts. It didn't take long as I quickly came up with something, "I was just thinking…"

She remained silent as I paused. I was unsure, not of what I was thinking, but of how she would take it. I didn't doubt for a second that she wouldn't support my desire of being a hero, but support and approval were two different things.

Maybe that's why I haven't seen my father since I was a newborn, maybe he was a hero that was killed by a villain, or he was a civilian that a hero couldn't save in time. Was that why she smothers me constantly? Because I was the last thing she had that resembled him?

In the end I wasn't sure. Better to rip the bandaid off quick I guess.

"I want to be a hero mom."

AN: This is my first story, so tell me if it's good or not. Also I'm going to try and be as consistent as possible with this story, though it might take some willpower on my part since I'm the laziest person that I know. Hopefully I can pump out a good number of chapters before I lose steam. Feel free to tell me what you think, but please, go easy on me. XD