Author's Note

Okay, so here's my new story! I hope you like it! VIGILANTE DEKU IS BEST DEKU!


THUNK!

Deku jolted awake. He could've sworn he had heard something. "Mommy?" He called out, staring into the darkness. He was currently seven years old... and very worried. "Mommy?!" He called again. His eyes were getting used to the low light, and he could now see his room around him.

Still, there was no answer. Deku rolled out of his bed, heart pounding in his throat. He slowly made his way to his door, but before he could even touch the handle of it, it swung open. Behind it stood a tall man. He was dressed in dark clothing, and wearing a strange mask. It seemed to be a surgical mask, but there was a cheshire cat smile drawn on it.

"Hello little boy. What's your quirk?" He asked, his tone dangerously calm.

Deku began to back away. In his haste he tripped over a toy train that he had left on the floor. He was now laying on his back, staring into the eyes of the creepy man. They had no pupils or irises, just white orbs.

"M-Mommy told me not to t-talk to strangers..."Deku stammered. Sweat dripped down his brow.

"Oh, but I'm not a stranger. I'm not strange at all, am I?" The man asked, slowly tilting his head to the side.

Deku gulped. He could list many reasons why this man was strange, but this man didn't seem like one to be trifled with. "N-No." Deku stammered.

"Oh, good! Then, pray tell, what is your quirk?" The man asked.

"I- I.. I don't have o-one." Deku replied, seeming to shrink under the man's gaze. "W-Where's mommy?"

"Ohh. So that means your quirkless? That's just too bad, isn't it?" The man asked. "Well, I guess I came to the right apartment." He slowly drew a knife out of hid pockets.

"P-Please don't hurt me!" Deku yelped, covering his face with his hands. Suddenly a stinging pain erupted in his shoulder. Deku screamed, and ripped his hands away from his face. The man had sliced his shoulder, leaving a cut that was dripping with scarlet red blood.

The man grabbed Deku's uninjured shoulder, pinning him onto the ground. Deku's eyes filled with tears. "Mommy!" He cried. He covered his eyes, shaking.

Suddenly Deku felt the weight on his shoulder leave. He heard a loud humphing sound, as if the breath had been knocked out of someone. He ripped his hands away from his face. He spotted a dark mass in the corner of the room. No, not one mass. Two people.

"Izuku! Honey, run!" His mother called. She was wrestling with the creepy man, and it was clear that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"But- Mommy!" Deku cried.

"Just go!" She shouted.

Deku sniffled. He pivoted around and found an open window, the nearest escape route. He ran towards it, hopping on top of his bed and looking outside it. Under it there was a fire escape, which was just a set precarious stairs nailed to the side of the apartment building. Deku jumped down, making his legs hurt. He heard a scream come from inside.

Deku spun around and saw his mother on the floor. Laying in a puddle of her own blood, with the creepy man standing over her body. Tears fell from his eyes and he turned and darted down the fire escape.


One week later...

Deku was curled up in a ball. He was currently in a dark alleyway. Rain poured from the night sky, making Deku shiver violently. A loud growl came from his stomach, reminding Deku that he hadn't eaten in a week.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming his way. Deku cowered, pushing himself against the wall. He covered his face, trying to hide from whoever was coming.

"Hey, kid." An unfamiliar voice said. Someone was shaking Deku's shoulder.

"Eep!" Deku yelped, burying his face in his hands.

"Hey. How old are you?" The man asked. He was wearing a blood red, tattered scarf and headband.

"S-Seven." Deku squeaked quietly.

"Where are your parents?"

"Th-They're gone..."

"Gone?"

"Dead."

"Hm." The man mused. He gave Deku a calculating squint.

"Is that sword for real?" Deku asked, looking suddenly interested.

"Well, it's not a sword. It's a knife." He said. "What's your name anyway?"

"Izuku Midoriya." Deku said nervously. "B-But my friends call me Deku. Well... friends that are also bullies..."

"Friends that are also bullies? They don't sound like very good friends. Why are you out here anyway?"

"Well... a scary man got into my house and mommy told me to... to run away. I did a-and.." Tears filled Deku's eyes. "He had a kn-knife and she- she couldn't stop h-him." Deku began to sob, drenching his sleeve in tears.

"Hey! Hey! Kid!" The man said, shaking Deku's shoulder.

"Yeah?" Deku asked, sniffling.

"Are you hungry? I've got some food at home."

Deku's stomach growled, and he nodded slowly. He dried his tears on his shirt sleeve. "W-Who are you?"

"Well, most people call me Stain, but you can call me Akaguro if you want." Stain said. He slowly scooped up the small child, and walked out of the alleyway, into his prodigy's new life.