AN: I really appreciate all of the support you folks have shown with the follows and comments! It is really encouraging to see people reading my story and enjoying it! I plan to update every Wednesday night, as most stories update on the weekend and this gives you a mid-week story to read in between all of your others. I have no intention of dropping this story as I already have 3 more chapters and over 10k words written by the time this chapter is published.
There is a second reason for writing so much ahead. I have some medical conditions that make it hard to write at times and I do not want to disappoint y'all by missing an update so I am doing my best to prevent that. I am not going to do Yaoi in this story, I apologize for those who were looking for it. My intention is to keep this story as a T but depending on how the fight scenes write out I may have to jump it to M.
Tantio: Nope no Nomu but pretty close guess! As for the Disintegration quirk, that's another student you will hopefully see soon.
Shadowbat5557: Glad to see you enjoy the concept! I hope you enjoy where this story leads.
Guest: Thanks for the feedback! I hope this story continues to hold your excitement!
I apologize for the long authors note. I will stop here and let y'all read Chapter 2 of Pass On Heroes. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
2 weeks later:
A ringing phone snapped Katsuki from his rough sleep. It was the fifteenth night since he had participated in the Quirk Restoration program and he felt no different. His skin was drier and less cherubic, but he did not feel suddenly powerful. Every attempt at activating a quirk was a failure but with no idea of what quirk he was supposedly given the boy was not surprised at his failure. He had met up with Izuku yesterday at school for the last day before summer break and was told that his friend was also having the same issue.
"I don't feel anything," Izuku had whispered as the teacher passed out report cards. "Do you think it failed?"
"No," Katsuki had replied in an equally hushed tone. "Maybe these things just take time. Its gotta work, it is the only way we can both get into UA."
Their short conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the end of class bell. As their fellow students cheered and let off a caphony of sounds in excitement at summer break the two boys carefully packed up their supplies and desks. It was not important to be the first to leave today. Not when they would never be coming back to this middle school. It was more important to make sure that no personal effects were left behind. It seemed that some of their class did not share the sentiments as random notebooks and school supplies were still on top of now empty desks. Katsuki, after cleaning his desk, joined Izuku in cleaning up the supplies. No need to leave the classroom they had spent the last two years in a mess for the next batch of students.
This gesture of kindness took an extra hour. By the time the friends left the school it was starting to approach dusk. Realizing that there was no point in heading to the arcade as originally planned the boys headed over to Izukus to play videogames. As per the norm the boys had to cook for themselves as Inko was working yet another late night at the law firm. They could have gone over to Katsuki's house, but that would have meant an extra thirty minute walk. His house, as nice as it was, did not have the best of internet either. After a few hours of gaming on the newest shooter style game Katsuki reluctantly headed to the bus stop that would take him home.
He entered the house silently, aware that lights off meant that his mother was already asleep. Placing the report card on the stove Katsuki headed up to his room to get some sleep. As the norm for the last week his dreams were unpleasant. For the last week they had been filled with dissapointed grey eyes and Izukus laughing face as the words "Failure" and "Worthless" were yelled from his classmates. In some he received a horribly mutating quirk while in others he was told that he had no potential and was a mistake. No amounts of tea or meditation would cease the nightmares and it was with some relief that the phone went off, snapping the boy from his most recent.
Still, it was early morning and Katsuki did not move fast if woken up instead of waking on his own. Attempting to shake off the remnants of sleep Katsuki reached for his phone and grabbed it. Even with the time taken to wake up he was able to answer on the seventh ring.
"Hey Izu," Katsuki mumbled as he recognized the ring tone. "Why are you calling at 3am?"
"Please, its an emergency and your mothers phone was off," Inko Midoriya shouted into the phone over pain filled shrieks and crashes. "Katsuki please get over here! He is a monster!"
A dial tone signalled the call disconnecting. Katsuki felt his fingers go numb as the smart phone clattered to the floor. That had not been the call he was expecting, at all. Those had been Izukus screams, he had heard them only a few times before when they were younger. His best friend was in agony. "Mom," Katsuki shrieked as he tumbled out of bed and grabbed at the nearest clothes. "Mom help!"
A quick patter of feet on the stairs heraleded his mothers arrival. Katsuki had just managed to pull on the sweatpants when his bedroom door was slammed open. Mrs. Bakugo was out of breath, her normally perfect hair in disarray and still dressed in her sleeping silks but her eyes were attentive and awake. "Katsuki whats wrong," she shouted as she glanced quickly around the room. "Katsuki what happened?"
"Mom its Izuku," Katsuki sniffled as he tugged on a too tight shirt and grabbed for his favorite comforter. "His mom called and he was screaming in pain. She said he needs me. Its an emergency."
Seeing her fourteen year old son in tears erased any agitation the model felt at being woken from her sleep. Why Inko did not call her Mitzuki did not know but now was not the time to worry about that. She would be having some sharp words with Inko when she got to the Midoriyas but right now her son needed her. He was crying quietly into the blanket, in a way he had not done in years. Not saying anything the tall blonde quickly went downstairs and slipped on a designer trench coat. There was clearly no time to get dressed. Her son would not be happy until he saw his best friend even if this had just been a terrible nightmare, which Mitzuki doubted. Katsuki was past the random crying age. As she finished tying the sash to the coat and grabbed her keys Katsuki appeared with a Kurogiri blanket in hand. He was still crying, but more quietly as he waited for his mother to put on a pair of sneakers. In silence the two left the house and jumped into her Jaguar.
At 3am there was very little traffic on the roads. For the first time since she was smaller Mitzuki did not care about bad publicity as she blew past stop signs and red lights. For further embarrasment the model did not have any of her purses that she normally carried outside of her house. Just her phone in the left pocket of the jacket and her waller in the right. None of that mattered right now though. Her son needed her, as did Izuku. Though she would not admit it out loud the model looked at the green haired boy as a second son with how close the two boys were. Wondering why Inko did not call her the blond drifted another turn and skidded to a stop in front of the Midoriyas modest house.
Katsuki was out of the car before his mother could come to a complete stop. Even out in the driveway he could hear the shrieks. They were heavily muted but sounded absolutley painful, terrified and very much like his best friends. There was no time to stop and knock politely as he normally would. His best friend needed him. The desperation and fear was causing something to stir inside of his chest and with a shout the fourteen year old swiped his hand in front of him as he ran at the front door. While this would normally have not worked to open the heavy wooden object, on this night it did. With a loud crash the door fell inwards letting Katsuki keep running without interruption. There was no time to think on what just happened. Darting up the familiar staircase Katsuki repeated the motion on the furthest door down the hall. It also crashed open and as he darted into the merchandise filled room Katsuki stopped suddenly. Even with the lights off he could see that his best friend looked different. The twin sized bed was now far too small for the shadowy figure on it. With a bit of fear, Katsuki fliped the lights on and stared at what was revealed.
Mrs Midoriya had not been exxagerating when she called her son a monster. His best friend Izuku looked nothing like himself. In fact, the only way he knew this was Izuku was the now quieting shrieks and the green hair on top of the slightly lenghthened and scale covered face. Everything else was new, and uncomfortably different. There was a massive and beautifully curved pair of rams horns emerging from the boys temples. His eyes, when they opened, were a deep gold with slit pupils. Izukus arms were covered in what looked to be cracked glass scales, all four of them. Through the shredded remains of the sleep pants and shirt Katsuki was able to see that the scales extended down his friends legs to his claw tipped feet. A long spike covered tail curled around the bedposts occassionally thrashing around. Whenever it did, whatever it touched got heaily damaged or destroyed. Those spikes were defenitley shap and quite painful looking.
"I-Izu," Katsuki said hesitantly as he wrestled with his fear. "Izu its me, Katsuki. Can you hear me?"
With that the shrieks silenced as the scale covered face turned towards him. "Katsu" Izuku spoke brokenly. "Katsuki I am hideous and it hurts. What happened to me?!"
"Izu please don't cry," Katsuki said as he approached his friend still dragging the hero blanket behind him. "You are gonna be ok. I think you got your quirk."
As he approached Katsuki quickly realized the size difference that was now visible between the two boys. Where Izuku had been slightly shorter earlier he was now easily approaching seven feet long if the twin sized bed was of the normal size. His long arms easily reached around his knees that were pulled up to the sobbing boys chest. If you were to include the tail curled around the bedposts Izuku was now easily ten feet long. Though he was tall for his age Katsuki was nowhere near the size of his friend. It was a little intimidating but it was clear that his friend needed him right now. He could deal with his feelings later.
Walking forward through the wrecage of the once organized room Katsuki tossed the edge of the blanket over his curled friend. He was dissapointed to see that it wasn't long enough to go completley around the teen but figured it was understandable. His friend had just grown over two feet and a new set of limbs. It was to be expected that something made for a smaller individual would not fit. Though there was not much room on the now too tiny bed Katsuki made his way to the top of the bed and crawled his way on. They had done this quite a bit as children at sleepovers but not too often in the recent years. It did not matter how this would look, his best friend was sobbing and needed his comfort. Anyways, who was going to tell? Carefully taking into account the size difference Katsuki threw an arm over his scaled friend and pulled the scaled boy towards him. It was noticeably harder, Izuku had defenitley gained weight with the changes. It also seemed to be the right thing to do. With the display of brotherly affection Izukus sobs quickly turned into sniffles and with a last choked off sob he fell asleep.
Tired himself and feeling the adrenaline from earlier wear off Katsuki yawned and decided he was not going to move. Though not the most comfortable being pressed into the wall it would be too much work to crawl out now. Plus, it might awaken Izuku and Katsuki felt no desire to do that as it may start up the crying again. Plus he did not want to leave his friend right now. The call had been terrifying and unless he lied to himself, Katsuki had to admit that he felt more comfortable feeling his friend next to him right now. With one last yawn he tugged the hero blanket slightly towards himself and fell asleep, blissfully unaware of the heated discussion going on downstairs.
"Inko can you explain to me what exactly is going on," Mitzuki snapped as she helped the smaller woman put the front door back onto its hinges. "Why did you call Katsuki and not me?!"
"I did try to call you," Inko replied as she used her telekenisis to summon a hinge pin embedded in the couch to her hand. "Your phone was off and Izuku needed someone."
As the two women struggled with the heavy door Mitzuki felt herself wondering exactly what had happened. There was no damage to the door itself, however the hinge pins had shot across the room. The furthest was currently embedded in the Midoriyas flatscreen cauing said device to shoot off a few sparks. As if aware of the potential problems Inko quickly used her quirk once more to unplug the device. Upstairs the slamming sounds and screams had stopped. Whether that was a good thing or bad Mitzuki did not know as the primary problem was getting the door back on. She knew that Izuku would never hurt her Katsuki no matter how much pain he may be in. She needed to get information from her friend before charging in and possibly making things worse.
After a few more minutes of struggling the last pin was put into place. That task now finished the two women quickly walked up the stairs and into the hallway. No words were exhanged on this short trip as they stared into the disaster that had been Izukus room. Though Inko let out a sigh at seeing another door off of its hinges she was even further surprised at the sight that awaited her. With the lights on and the door open she could now see her sons changed state. Covering her mouth in shock Inko fell to her knees in horror. Her perfect son was no longer the boy she remebered. In his place was a monster, the figure she had seen ealier not being a figment of her imagination. This vile creature was no son of hers, it looked too much like him. With another choked sob Ink struggled to her feet and ran back downstairs.
Shocked as well, Mitzuki stood her ground and quickly moved forward to look for her son. He was not visible from the hallway and Mitzuki found herself a bit nervous. Even through the destroyed room it did not take long to find the blond hair peeking over the glasslike scales of her friends child. Walking forwards she reassured herself that her son was in fact alive. Now close to the bed she could see the extent of the changes that both of the children had experienced as she pulled the small blanket more evenly over the two.
Her son looked exhausted and as if he aged ten years in a single night. There were defenite lines on his face, but no more than the average child of fourteen would have. The difference was that her son actually looked his age for the first time since he was six. That was fine with her though. Izuku though she felt sorry for and understood the screams. In a single night he had gone from a gangly child to a scaled monster. The large cracked scales that covered the dramatically larger form seemed to have a silvery back to them. They looked very akin to a mirror as Mitsuki could see her reflection in each one.
"The transformation must have been painful," she muttered as she took in the new appendages. There was a noticeable lack of blood which was a slight comfort but they still grew overnight. From the look of things Izuku was now possible of running on six limbs, or two. His fingers had smaller claws, not as long as his feet but still noticeable. The most deadly part of the boys body clearly seemed to be his tail. Covered in spikes of various sizes it looked both painful and possible of great damage. Focused completley on her examination of the boy Mitzuki mizzed the slight groan that signalled the childs awakening.
"Mrs. Bakugo," Izuku muttered sleepily. "What are you doing here?"
"Go back to sleep Izuku dear," she muttered as she gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind the boys horns. "Don't roll over though, Katsuki is behind you."
Izuku must have been exhausted as he muttered an affirmative before falling back to sleep. Subconciously the wyrmlike boy rolled onto his stomach, freeing his other horn from being crushed into the bed. This in turn freed Katsuki, who rolled onto his back. Smiling at the unconcious antics Mitzuki immediatley noticed the problem Izukus new size faced. He was hanging half off of the bed which did not look comfortable at all. It also posed a possible fall risk though the bed was not too high off of the ground. With few options availabe in the room she grabbed books off of the boys bookshelf and began stacking them.
The process of extending the bed with books took a half hour and by the time she was done Mitzuki felt exhausted. Some of Izukus books were quite heavy, why did he have two copies of the encyclopedia britanicca?! Thankfully though there were enough books to make a few supporting pillars reducing the risk of a tumble. As long as he did not move too much the books should hold the boy through the rest of the night. Yawning and stretching her back as she stood Mitzuki took one last look at her handiwork and turned off the light. She had already put one door back onto its hinges earlier, she would deal with the broken door tomorrow. It was clear that her son was not planning on going anywhere tonight and to be blunt she had no interest in doing so either. With her mind made up Mitzuki decided to ask her friend about staying the night. She could go back home but it was probably best for her to stay in case the boys needed her in the morning.
Noticing that Inko was no longer in the hall she walked down the stairs and was surprised to find all of the lights off. Normally Mitzuki would have expected her friend to keep a light on but that seemed to not be the case tonight. Figuring that the other woman had decided to call it a night due to exhaustion and shock Mitzuki did not look on the counter where a white envelope lay. Instead she made her way to the living room couch and laid upon it, falling asleep within moments. She would apologize for not asking permission in the morning. Right now, the tired mother needed her sleep.