DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Hero Academia or Star Wars
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"SHOUTING"
- - - THE DARK SIDE OF A HERO - - -
- - - PROLOGUE - - -
Inko Midoriya sighed heavily before shifting her gaze to her son's immobile form, currently sitting next to her on the train they had taken to go home after their visit to the doctor. A Quirk specialist, according to what was written on the certificates hanging in his office.
'Yeah, sure...' thought Inko with narrowed eyes. Not only did the man have the touch of an elephant in a glassware, but he hadn't even tried to motivate her son, telling him immediately to give up his dream of becoming a hero. Shaking her head to chase away those thoughts, Inko stepped off the train holding her son's hand before heading for their apartment, which became their property two years earlier, when her late husband died in an accident.
After taking off his shoes, her son had immediately gone to his father's studio, probably to watch videos about the superheroes, and try to think of something else after the bad day. Not knowing what to do at that moment to help him, Inko went to the kitchen to prepare dinner with a loud sigh.
'Despite being a mother I still do not know how to behave with him...' she thought opening the fridge 'And he's now four years old...' putting some ingredients on the kitchen counter, she looked at a picture hanging on the wall, focusing on the face of the man who was hugging her while she was holding a green-haired baby in her arms 'Did you really have to be a hero at the moment, eh Hisashi?'
An hour later, dinner was ready but there was no sign of her son.
"Izuku! Dinner is ready!" shouted Inko but she received no answer. Walking towards her husband's studio – which had now become her son's special room – Inko slowly opened the door, noting how it was all turned off except for the computer screen. Approaching slowly, she saw her son sitting a short distance from the computer, watching an old video of All Might, the Number One hero as well as his idol.
"Mom..."
Inko winced slightly as she felt the despair and anxiety in her son's voice.
"No matter what kind of trouble you're in...he'll save you with a smile..." Izuku turned to her, showing his eyes full of tears and a forced smile while pointing at the screen "A super-cool hero like him. That's...what I wanna be...!"
She stared at him with wide eyes without knowing what to say to make him feel better. Her uncertain gaze shifted to the computer screen, watching All Might smile as he saved people. Looking back at her son, Inko saw how he was still looking at her with hope in his eyes, almost begging for words of comfort.
'What am I doing...?' she thought walking toward him 'I'm still his mother after all, I need to help him.'
Kneeling beside Izuku, she hugged him while stroking his hair "I'm sure one day you'll become something more than a hero. You will become something amazing, even better than All Might."
"R-Really...?" asked Izuku crying in the arms of his mother.
"Yes..." his mother nodded slowly, smiling "Your future will be incredible...I've foreseen it..."
[Ten years later]
"How could I not foresee that this would happen..." grumbled Inko lying down on the couch with a bag full of ice resting on the forehead. Stretching out an arm, she pulled a pack of pills to her and immediately swallowed one, drinking a bit of water.
"This is the last time I go out drinking with Mitsuki without removing the alcohol from my body..." moaned Inko walking toward the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee while turning on the TV with the remote control.
Preparing what was necessary for the coffee, Inko heard the voice of a decidedly agitated reporter coming from the TV "We are still here in Musutafu where a criminal is causing chaos and destruction after taking a young boy hostage, probably a student! The damage to the city is huge and the heroes haven't yet managed to stop the criminal, probably due to the presence of the hostage!"
Looking at the TV from the kitchen, she widened her eyes in surprise at seeing an image of the criminal, a strange dark green slime with a boy currently trapped inside him. When the cameraman zoomed in on the criminal, Inko immediately recognized the eyes of Katsuki Bakugo, a classmate of her son but also his former friend after all that had happened in recent years.
Although she had tried to help Izuku for several years, Inko had been at least irritated by the attitude of her best friend's son. In spite of all her conversations with Mitsuki – and the subsequent lectures against Katsuki – he had never changed his attitude towards Izuku, who had nevertheless tried to pursue his dream of becoming a hero. However, being the son of her best friend, Inko couldn't be happy with what was happening and she knew that Izuku still thought Katsuki was an incredible person despite his behavior.
Even today Inko thought Izuku had inherited his character solely and exclusively from his father.
Sitting back on the couch, Inko continued to watch the news for several minutes, observing how Katsuki was trying to escape the slime but without success. It all changed after almost ten minutes when the young student came as if drawn out of the slime, straight into the arms of a blond man covered entirely in denim.
"OH! Best Jeanist is here! He just saved the hostage!" shouted the reporter and as one, all the heroes who had been waiting for that moment, rushed to the slime, defeating him in a few minutes.
Inko sighed, relieved that the young boy had been rescued, before opening he right hand and, in a matter of seconds, a cup full of coffee flew into her hand but she couldn't stop herself from frowning after feeling the cup so cold.
"The newscast took me more than expected." said the woman before placing the cup on the coffee table and, after pointing the index finger toward the cup, a small discharge of blue electricity arose from the tip of the finger, striking the liquid in the cup, heating it in a few moments.
Smiling, Inko stood up, sipping her coffee "Ah much bet-!" and when her gaze met her son's, who had just entered the house, the smile vanished instantly from her face.
"M-m-mom...?!" Izuku was looking at her with eyes full of surprise and confusion. His mother had just used an Electric Quirk to heat the coffee inside a cup that she had attracted to herself despite the cup being well out of reach for her Telekinetic Quirk?!
'Oh for the Immortal Gods...' thought Inko almost losing the grip on the cup "Izuku...I..."
"You have two Quirks?!" shouted Izuku now looking at her with stars in his eyes "I've never seen you use that Electric Quirk!"
Inko could already feel another headache coming up. In the last few years she had tried to help her son in the best way, even coming to prepare a training schedule to strengthen his body, but she never wanted to get to the point to tell him the truth. Damn the alcohol, damn the headache and damn the newscast that had deconcentrated her to the point that she didn't perceive her son's arrival.
"Izuku...sweetie, please sit on the couch." said Inko gesturing behind her while she walked in the kitchen to put away the cup – the desire for coffee had suddenly passed away – and the bag of ice. When she returned to the living room, she couldn't help but sweatdrop after seeing that her son had pulled out a notebook and a pen, probably to take notes on her Electric Quirk. Sitting in front of him, she took a deep breath "Izuku...I haven't always been honest with you."
Izuku looked at her with confused eyes. His mother wasn't being honest with him? What...?
The next moment, he and the sofa where he sat began to levitate from the ground along with the coffee table and the other sofa with his mother on top of it. Inko looked relaxed and wasn't moving a muscle, yet Izuku could practically sense the enormous power coming from her. After almost a full minute, everything came back as before and his mother sighed again.
"What you just saw is only a small part of my power and...all I can do isn't tied to a Quirk. In fact I don't possess any Quirk. I am Quirkless, just like you." explained Inko with a calm voice, regretting her words the moment she saw the shocked face of her son.
"W-what? But...but...! Y-your Quirk is-!"
"Just a lie. I can lift huge objects with my mind and move them as I like, but I preferred to limit my power to avoid problems." said Inko "Everyone who knows me thinks that my Quirk is simply 'Attraction of Small Objectives', and that's fine for me."
"But...why...? You...you could be a very famous heroine..." whispered Izuku, still confused and shocked by her words.
Inko remained silent for a few seconds before dropping the proverbial bomb.
"Izuku...in order to explain my reasons I must first talk to you about me. I...I'm not from this planet."
Her son's face could have been comical if the situation had not been so tense "H-huh...?!"
"I come from a galaxy far, far away..." said Inko in a whisper "My real name is Vivialan Gadstor, but years ago I was a Sith Lord named Darth Maeph."
OK, for now this is the end! I apologize for the short prologue but I just wanted to give you a taste of my new story! Recently I started looking for some special fic with Izuku and I realized that none dealt with the theme of Star Wars, so I said "Why not?" (obviously if there are any, I apologize but I have not seen them). Now I want to make some things straight away that could cause confusion or aversion to this fic.
- I like Star Wars, but I'm not an avid fan who knows everything from memory, from the powers to the combat forms to the planets etc...so if there are any huge fans among you, please do not kill me.
- This story will have crossover elements with Star Wars but will mostly follow the story of MHA, so I will not specify at what time of the Star Wars chronology this story takes place.
- Inko's "real name" and Darth name are made up.
I hope this prologue intrigued you and I hope you will leave a review to help me improve!
For now, I'll take my leave. See you soon!