The trip to my new or, in this body's instance, old home was pleasant. It was nice to hear about the woman who I had begun to associate with the term mother speak in her soft voice about childhood memories. Though, it was getting harder to differentiate which of the memories were mine, and which were his. This body was always active, and its brain even more so. If he hadn't been so weak in health, I was sure that Izuku would have been an extremely powerful mage, however; in this world, magic didn't exist — well not yet anyway. It was a terrifying thought that I might have lost all might and worth, but that familiar buzz of control at my fingertips, although small right now, held great potential.
"Izuku, are you alright? You've been blanking out for a while…" the soft voice of my new mother popped my bubble of thoughts, and I slowly turned to face her.
She was on verge of tears again, and I knew that it was because of my peculiar behavior; the fact that I was human again had stirred unease within my soul. I was never one to show much of my emotions in my last life, either; only my grief and anger truly defined me. But now, I was in a young boy: someone who should be showing excessive emotions, especially during puberty. This adolescence was a tumor to me, it would have been easier to commit to my own goals if the body were that of an adult's, but the more I grieved about the situation the more of the bo- no… Izuku's influence flooded through me.
"Oh, yes… I'm alright mother," for some reason when I said that, it came out cold and distant.
Totally, the most appropriate thing to say to a currently distraught and somewhat grieving mother. To him, if he were still here, I think Izuku would have awkwardly comforted his mother through apologizing and hugging her, but I was not someone who could do the same. I could offer her condolences for her son's previous actions; saying that as a new person, it would never happen again. I wouldn't throw away this life, not in a million years.
To me, this was a new start beyond the ages of waiting around in the chaos of time. This was a world of new splendor, and I had a new goal as well — it was high time that Izuku got his well deserved vengeance. Even if the boy thought that he was friends with his tormentors, I disagreed; there are people in this world who get away with every misdeed and evil, and while my actions would eventually be finished off by this same philosophy, I would purge evil with evil; as secretly as possible to not taint the name of Izuku Midoriya…
It was the minute that my new mother left that I ventured throughout the room now mine with opportunities breezing in the stale wind. Now obviously, I had a few deterrents in my awaiting plot. One, there was the issue of my broken right arm and currently fractured left leg, both of which were in casts making movement quite difficult. However, as I glanced around the room covered in bright colors and a vast display of hero posters but the more important view of journals filled with information, I couldn't help as a sadistic grin came upon my face. Oh, how fun it would be to use all this knowledge to bury any who had previously opposed me. The anger and passion that filled my cold soul from millenia before would be tragically vented upon the enemies of this body: Katsuki Bakugou and the rest of that dreaded school. But two, I was currently in a body too weak to start any type of counterattack against said villains, for now, I would have to be patient. Three, there was my body's age and identity, it would be hard to cover my traces now that my face was somewhat known as suicides and other incidents of such are usually publicly broadcasted. It was up to my own devices and memories from my past life to cover up the identity of the one I owned now.
This world would be difficult to function in, so I decided to start off my adventure and ambitions with a steep cup of sugary coffee — too bad the kitchen lacked the ingredients. Apparently, the Midoriyas never had any interest in the addictive drug known as caffeine, much to my dismay and disappointment. Luckily, this world was advanced enough in technology to have something similar to a gps-based map service app. Hm, what an old title, "app" a word used centuries ago in my time for simple applications on cellular devices; in my time they were embedded in our brain chips, this world truly did function on another level.
Taking little time to adjust myself thoroughly, I grabbed the crutches that would help me in my case of lax mobility and moved out from the room — though I did grab a few of the precious notebooks of information that would help me fulfill my vengeance that seeked the blood of the unworthy — and I walked out the door with one concerned glance from my mother. This adventure was one that fueled my blood — what devil could function without any caffeine? — it was a simple walk, but I eventually came across a small but beautiful cafe.
Not taking up much time, I found myself waiting in the line for coffee. The line was short as it was the later hours of the afternoon, past the usual bustling of work-goers and students needing their fix for homework and study hours. The line was maybe three people long, so the wait went by even quicker as the few individuals grabbed their drinks and left. When I approached the cashier, I felt her stare linger on my injuries for a moment longer than appreciated before she took my order.
Yet with a minor sigh, I continued — "One large cup of caramel macchiato with five shots of espresso and whipped cream, please," I spoke softly as the droll in my voice dragged on until the cashier finally took down my order and handed me my receipt.
"It'll be right out, sir," she spoke quietly, before disappearing behind the various counters to start brewing each order.
Swirling scents of paper from the nearby university students and the blooming earth of the smell of java consumed me — the tinge of old parchment that yellowed but still held its aroma of knowledge while the deep roast of coffee was a swirl of dark umber as it flooded my senses. Each swirl and fragrance enveloped me before the sharp pain of someone gripping my injured shoulder jolted me away from my day dream of redolence.
"Oi, Deku, when did you get out of the hospital?!" a rough and familiar tone screeched in my vicinity — its voice booming and obnoxious, disturbing me.
Obviously, I returned the favor — what imbecile would let himself be walked upon like this? Oh wait, me.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" the words came off of my tongue with ease, the recipient being the ever so infamous bastard in my memory, Katsuki Bakugou — but of course he would be the monster that I would never truly address, no… rather it be that he I will switch roles — the prey, and I the hunter.
"Don't 'do I know you?' me, I know you fucking remember me, loser. What the hell are you doing out of that damn hospital? You died! I fucking saw you, how the fuck are you alive right now you pathetic shit?! How dare you walk around the streets, you freak?" his voice rumbled with unnerve and anger but was under laced with fear.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I walked up to the blubbering fool, "Let me just say-" but I promptly cut off by the nice cashier girl from earlier calling my name.
"Izuku Midoriya? Your order is ready, here you are, sir" the girl spoke kindly with a smile as she handed me my warm drink, I offered a small grin in response before carefully balancing on my right leg to grab the coffee with my left arm — while this body may have been right-handed, I had always been ambidextrous, there was no fault in adjusting of course, I was just that perfect at not being stupid.
"Now where was I? Oh yes… Let me just say this now, I don't remember you well, I was in a hospital from a suicide attempt as you know — one that was caused by some pompous groups of nobodies trying to vent out their patheticness on others — but of course, I can assume that you were a part of such affiliation seeing as how you are so hostile to little ol' me," I took a pause to take a long sip from my hot coffee, the sweetness of caramel melting with the bitter brew was perfect, "Now could you kindly move? I'd rather not remember a bastard like you, how about you take your blonde spikes and dive them into a frozen river and stay there? You've always seemed like a block-head from what very little thoughts I know of you, Bakugou."
It was evident that my tone and coldness to him left him shocked, it seemed as if he earnestly believed that I remembered him; as if my existence had once depended on him. My past speculations were already coming true: Bakugou was the one dependent on my actions, not me — the roles had been switched, and I enjoyed not having to worry about him possibly indulging in the fact of what had happened as I walked out of the cafe with a light double tap to his cheek.
"See you at school, blondie. But then again, that will change too. Ciao, Bakugou," stating my double farewell, I walked away from him and that establishment — the coldness of the cafe stinging against the warmth of my clothes as I wobbled away in confidence.
How ironic was that? Even though he was stronger than me, had a better a body than me, a better fortune than me, he still stood there shocked. It was the difference from I and the old — the old Izuku Midoriya was dead, and it wasn't my fault; it was Bakugou's. Though, I still felt both pity and sympathy for the young soul. But he'd recollect himself eventually in the dark mass and void, it was calming, and it gives you time to think.
For what to think of? I will never know… My days of endless thought ended the minute my consciousness was transferred into Izuku. Now, I had plans to get to, so for now, all I could do was take a deep sip of my coffee — that was until the deep brew surged a spike of realization to me.
"Shit. I forgot my receipt…"
