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The first sensation Midoriya felt when he regained semi-consciousness was cold. It wasn't any type of cold either, it was a type of cold that would've put the winds of Hel to shame. It was like the coldest rivers the world has to offer was funneled straight from the coldest sources and right down his throat. His stomach usually filled with the warmth of Shiro's close proximity was all but replaced with the heavy frost that must be building in his abdomen, snuffing out any warmth that was previously present. It was so cold, and it was so painful, and it just kept getting worse and worse. Even the simple act of breathing wracked his body with chills and pain that his young mind couldn't comprehend nor handle.

"It's so cold, it's so cold, it's so cold, it's so cold…" like a mantra he repeated those three words for what felt like hours, with no sense of what he could do; if he could do anything. All he saw was darkness, his eyelids refusing to open. His limbs following suit, couldn't move either. Even if he could though, movement in his state of anguish would surely send him back into oblivion.

And with the realization that other than his labored breathing and his ability to think, all his other faculties were useless, his thoughts went into a miserable panic.

"why can't I open my eyes? Why can't I hear anything? Why can't I move. Why, why, why. Why is this happening to me this is horrible how did this happen to am. Am I really awake? Am I actually alive?".

It was after the third hour of pain derived existentialism Izuku came to one final question seemingly out of nowhere, that froze him colder than he already was, "Is this how Shiro feels?"

When Izuku finally came to, he was assaulted by the harsh scent of alcohol and gauze. When he managed to peel his eyes open, he saw that he was in an unfortunately familiar sight; the nurse's office.

He was currently laying down on a stiff bed, shirtless, both arms covered in gauze up to the elbow and a damp towel was placed on his forehead. His skin felt clammy, his eyes were unfocused and according to his bandages his arms were injured. Despite those ailments he felt relatively fine. Only thing bothering him is the cold. It isn't like the debilitating cold that he felt in his faux consciousness, it's more like ice cubes in his stomach compared to the raging blizzard earlier. It wasn't as bad, but it was definitely making its presence felt.

At this moment Izuku couldn't see anything else in the room due to the privacy sheet blocking his view of everything else but his bag and folded shirt on a chair; someone must have brought it. But he assumed somebody else was in the room or at least near the room if judging by the muffled voices he heard. He laid there for some minutes wondering what was going when he decided to attempt to swing his legs off the bed. Keyword attempted. His legs gave out almost immediately after his bare foot contacted the floor, making him fall to his hands and knees and cry out

"Ah!". A sheen of sweat started forming on his body as he pushed himself off the floor. "Hello", he mentally recoiled at the scratchiness of his voice, it sounded like he hasn't spoken in weeks, is somebody here?"

The voices continued, as if they didn't hear him. So, he decided to take initiative and pull the partition away. "Is anyone- oh Kacchan". When he pulled the sheets away, he saw the expected sterile walls and the cabinet filled with various antiseptics and medicine, he wasn't expecting the explosive blond filling in the second bed by the door with a tightly wrapped gauze on his right foot.

The blond was laying down eyes expressly pointed to the corner of the room opposite of where Izuku is standing. He also seemed to be trying to listen to the frantic voices that is now obviously outside of the room.

Without even looking from the corner he began speaking, "Be quiet. I'm trying to listen" he said.

Only a few moments of silence passed before Izuku's nature got the best of him, "Are you okay? What happened to your leg?"

Bakugo's face muscles visibly twitched at the question but otherwise he still refused to look at Izuku. "you don't remember what happened in the bathroom, with the shitty 'pet'?" he asked.

"I-I-" as he was about to answer a rush of memories of him and Bakugo arguing before being set ablaze in the bathroom flash across his mind. "Oh my god. How- did-are you um" the poor boy had so many questions that he stammered for at least 30 seconds before he began feeling a little faint. He sat back down his bed before asking the most pertinent one. "What happened in there. How did we get out of there?" he finally asked

Katsuki's body stiffened, his arm flexed hard enough to see the burgeoning muscles through his button up shirt. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times carefully thinking about the next words to come out of his mouth.

Seeing his bully's normal directness wasn't present at the moment, Midoriya decided to prompt him, asking, "Did Shiro get us out?"

Katsuki finally turned around to face 'Deku' with a scowl on his face, "your stupid pet is part of the reason why were both in the nurse's office now" some of that fire of his now returning as he spoke. But as quickly as it returned, it disappeared just as fast; as he continued saying, "You did"

A chill washed over Izuku as his breath hitched. 'What does he mean by that, what does he mean, what does he mean-', "What do you mean by that Kacchan, heh, heh, heh," a nervous chuckle bubbled up from his throat, "how could I-"

"Shut your mouth and I'll tell you" the blond interrupted with a growl and a glower towards the boy. Midoriya promptly closed his mouth so hard his teeth audibly clacked against each other.

Glaring for a few more seconds making sure the thin child didn't speak again. "After your shitty ass decided to protect your stupid 'pet' I ran to you to help you see the errors of dealing with magic. You remember that much right?"

While he wouldn't agree with the descriptors and all the details, for the most part that is what he remembers. Midoriya gave a tiny nod in affirmation.

"Good. So, when I used my quirk that's when the explosion happened and before you even come to a stupid conclusion, I didn't accidentally cause the explosion." He said, preemptively cutting off any Midoriya interjection

'I wasn't going to say anything though. But your quirk is explosive sweat. The bathroom exploded. it wouldn't be a huge logical leap' the boy thought but not verbally express because he has some sense of self-preservation at the moment.

Bakugo continued unaware of any of Izuku's thoughts, "When we were in the bathroom the air felt heavier in there. At first I thought it was just the heat from that stupid 'thing' trying to melt me". his eyes narrowed as he mentioned his near-death experience and Izuku had the decency to look bashful. "but considering we almost died when I activated my quirk, I believe that your stupid pet left some type of accelerant or something like that in the air after he breathed fire.

'An accelerant left in the air that's impossible…I mean it should be impossible I guess it could happen. For a while I was learning something new every day about Shiro. Unfortunate timing for something new to appear though. And as strong as Kacchan is even he wouldn't be able to destroy the whole bathroom at least not without some help. Wait doesn't that mean he at least played a part in it?"

"And judging from that dopey look on your face, I'm guessing you didn't know anything about hat, huh?" Izuku numbly nodded his head. "Tch, of course you didn't". The boy then fell silent again.

It was another pregnant pause, the only sound coming from the muffled voices in the hallway. "What happened next" Izuku prompted.

"That's when shit got really weird!" he almost shouted out. And like he was taking a page from the green haired mumbler himself, he couldn't help but just talk, "The fire ignited in front of me and I was sure I was fucked but then you turned white and not that pussy white you get when I or a girl try to talk to you either but literally golden white" Izuku tried asking what he means by that but Katsuki just continued on. "Your skin turned white, your hair, your eyes. Then you did this thing like", he cupped his left hand around his lips like he was about to whisper a secret then made a sucking sound, " and you sucked all the fire up, all of them even the ones that I know caught my body. The ones that were burning me". A wide eyed almost feral look appeared on his face, "It was, it was, it …was" and as if a trance was lifted and he realized who he was talking to his eyes narrowed, "it was weird". He took a deep breath steadying his nerves. "you were able to get majority of it out of the room and… out of me, except for my foot. Then you passed out turned back to normal, I dragged you out, then the shitty teachers dragged us here.

Another stab of cold went through the green boy's stomach at the end of Bakugo's story. Another bout of grim curiosity washed over him, so many questions ran in his mind. 'does that mean- what does this mean? That could just be a part of his blessing or maybe…' "So, I became white and sucked up the flames?"

Bakugo fixed the green haired boy with a look that said, 'that's all.' But he actually "you're going to tell me you didn't know you could do that too?"

"…Yea"

"Of course," he sighed and rubbed his face, "they couldn't have picked a better idiot to curse"

"no one cursed me"

"Whatever Deku"

Another round of silence. The cold in Midoriya's gut was now radiating up to his chest and up his neck. Leading to some uncomfortableness. The lack of distraction making the feeling even worse.

Seemingly tired of the quiet as well Bakugo started speaking again "right now, those losers out there arguing are losing their minds right now, worrying about how bad they're going to get sued for letting a dragon in."

Izuku's heart almost leaped out of his chest at the statement, "They know" he squeaked, "Did you tell them about Shiro and me?"

The blonde clicked his teeth at the question and growled out, "no I didn't I told them a dragon attacked and that's it"

Midoriya took an easy breath, "Thank you Kacchan"

Bakugo bristled at the gratitude, "I didn't tell because of Aunty. Just because her son is some desperate idiot that sold his soul for some magic, doesn't mean she should get punished. She tried her best with what she got."

The words cut deep into Izuku reminding him of the unintentional pain he has caused his mom by just being quirkless in a quirk driven world, and the sacrifices she made just keep his dragon a secret. "Still Thank yo-aah" he grabbed his chest and scrunched his eyes in pain as the cold from earlier intensified almost comparable to the frost in his sleep the pain that followed wasn't any better. He saw bright spots as he tried to recover, then he saw pink, then red, then white and black. Then the pain rescinded to a more tolerable thumping in his chest. Beads of sweat formed on his body despite the chill he felt.

Bakugo almost looked worried.

"Kacchan, what happened to Shiro, after the flames" he asked suddenly

"I don't know, He must have disappeared during your whole transformation thing, what the hell are you doing?" he asked

Midoriya quickly put on his tattered uniform and shoes, grabbed his bag then approached and opened the window, then swung his legs over the sill.

"I have to find Shiro now"

Izuku got an angry dumbfounded look from the explosive preteen, "Are you serious? you're going to cause more trouble for everybody here I you do that, including your mom"

The smaller boy winced at the observation, "She will understand but I have to help him, he's dying. I can feel it, so I have to go"

He clicked his teeth again "I would suggest letting the deadly creature just die, but you won't so, do what you want, Deku" he then turned away again

He could only solemn nod and was about to leave when he was stopped by Katsuki calling him out.

"Deku!", Izuku looked soft green eyes met intense red ones, "don't think just because you have magic now, that you're any better than before I'll still crush you any time of the week"

"…wouldn't dream of it Kacchan" he then leaped off the sill leaving 'Kacchan' alone in the room with only the sounds of arguing adults to keep him company

In a clearing of black land with a single black oak tree with pink and red cherry blossoms stood a man a pink and obsidian skin man with roots for hair; the formerly nameless magical creature Sakura. He hasn't changed much in the last five years; he hasn't changed much at all throughout his lifetime the only differences are the red streaks on his back. They looked as if some had given him 15 lashes. Fortunately for him though his grown out hair; the other change, mostly covers the marks.

Underneath the foliage, surrounded by piles of books and note pads Sakura was furiously scribbling and reading books at speed no Einstein could ever hope to achieve, all while mumbling under his breath, " I was supposed to have more time, it was supposed to happen when- arggh, damnit!" he threw the useless book away from in to an awaiting pile of similarly useless books. "Dammit boy, Dammit Clotho"

Five years earlier

"Three days in a row boy I'm impressed" Sakura said to the little green boy with a stick busting through the shrubbery into his clearing, without looking up from his book.

"Why is it impressive that I make it back here, Sakura.", little Izuku asked the creature while flicking some stray leaves stuck to his clothes.

"you'd be surprised how many men have tried and failed coming here"

"Why did people want to come here? Was it to hang out with you too?"

The pink man gave the innocent child a blank face as he answered, "something like that"

Satisfied with the answer the little boy went over and sat down beside Sakura. "Where is Shiro?"

"hmph, the little pest is probably out and about being a general annoyance, terrorizing a bunny or something. Don't worry though I'm sure he is slithering his way over now since you're here"

"ok, sooo…" he pulls out a notebook with a cute cartoon drawing of a Chinese dragon on the cover, "does that mean I can I can ask some more questions now" he beamed at the taller man while holding the book out.

Sakura rolled his eyes at the child's enthusiasm, but he put his book down all the same. "I will answer hmmm, three questions today"

Since none of Izuku's questions were answered the first time they met, Izuku has taken to writing down and asking Sakura whatever his young mind can come up with about magic. And because Midoriya is a naturally curious boy that always have a million and one questions, "unnaturally curious" Sakura would tell him later, he was only permitted a certain number of questions by Sakura. If Midoriya had no hard cap to his questing the magical creature probably would have lost it and fulfilled his earlier threat of eating the boy.

"Only three, did Shiro bother you again this morning?" the boy asked trying to guess the reason for the small number.

"the creature always bothers me. No just don't feel like answering many questions today"

The boy briefly pouted but quickly brought back his mile. "ok,"

He flipped his notebook to somewhere in the middle of it, briefly flashing how many of the pages were filled.

Sakura cocked his eyebrow at that, 'meu Deus, in such a short amount of time, that's almost impressive.'

"my first question is; how come you can talk but Shiro can't?"

"because I'm sentient he's not, next question" he answered quickly.

"Sakura! Come on that's barely an answer." He whined

Sakura sighed, "ok, ok, ok, fine, the full answer is…" he held his tongue, joyfully watching as the boy vibrated in anticipation of the answer, "because I can, next question"

The child visibly deflated as the adult chuckled at him. "fine". Izuku flipped some more pages hesitated on a certain question before flipping again.

"never be afraid to ask questions boy" Sakura simply stated, making the look up, he nodded then turned back to the previous page.

"Why do I have to keep the suljan by me whenever I come over?"

Sakura could barely hear the little boy's whispering but he caught the gist of it, "it's for your safety, the dust around here can make you… sick, the suljan prevents that from happening" 'no sense in worrying the poor child to death' he thought smoothly lying about the severity of the air around. But the look in the child's eye told him there was more to the question. "Why did you ask that question?"

The little boy looked as if he was going to try to avoid the question but stopped as Sakura fixed him with his intense pink and black eyes, making him squirm. The boy has only known the pink man for a few days, normally not enough time to get a good read on someone, but he got the feeling the man wants him to be honest with him all the time and to be more confident as well.

"well it's hard to play with Shiro while holding the staff, but I didn't want to ask about it because I know you made it for me and I didn't want to be rude" he exclaimed hurrying the last few words out.

Sakura wanted to chastise the boy for worrying over something so stupid but reigned it as he remembered, he's a child and a nervous one at that. "I guess it would be difficult to run around with a staff in your hand." He gestured for the boy to hand the staff over, which Izuku did. Holding the suljan in one hand in the other black sticky liquid pooled and bubbled in his hand that solidified and formed a small root. He then broke the staff into pieces earning a gasp from the child, then took the smallest piece and the root and tied it to the boy's wrist like a strange bracelet. "there better for you. You shouldn't feel wrong for asking somebody to correct a mistake child"

"ah, bu-but I didn't say it was a mistake"

"but it was, I asked you to play with the dragon, but I gave you something that hindered you in doing that. I'm going to have get used to doing things for small human children if you are to continue coming back here."

Izuku couldn't help but feel light after that and showed it on his face.

"Stop smiling, I will still eat if I get to hungry, last question." He said without any kind of bite.

Izuku nodded then flipped though his notebook stuffed with questions. Once again, he spotted and hesitated on a certain question. But pushed through his fear and asked anyway, "Why were you alone?"

Sakura mulled over the question for a moment, thinking about how he's going to explain his complicated, sordid, history that has led him to be a hermit under a tree today. It would be hard for him to tell his story to an adult without scaring them for life let alone a child. "I had an obligation from the world and to myself to be alone."

"an obli-what?"

"I feel the need to be alone. And the universe in its own way thought the same" he clarified.

"I-I don't understand" he admitted.

"maybe this will help you understand, why did you follow Shiro and approach me in the first place?"

Now it was Midoriya's turn to think about a question for a moment. And his eyes widened in realization, "I had a feeling that I had to, or I'll be missing something important. That I needed to. I had an obli-obli"

"Obli-ga-tion"

"I had an obligation. Did you know that already?"

"maybe" he shrugged. "Shiro is back" he nodded to the brush as it Shiro bursts though with a big for him rock in his mouth"

Midoriya hurriedly put his book away and got up, "thanks for answering my questions Sakura"

The pink man nodded and went back to his book, "your welcome boy, now go entertain the pest."

And Izuku turned to leave but then turned back suddenly and asked, "is obligation a good thing?"

"…only three questions today remember."

Sakura threw another book into the 'useless' pile and snarled, 'I have to figure this out today, I have to, if not for me then for him' he then cracked open another tome and began reading it.

'it's unnerving how easy it is for people to ignore a kid bandaged and in tattered clothes in the streets' an exasperated Izuku thought. For the past 10 minutes the very unathletic boy has been running to his childhood playground, the entrance to the forest and the Opakwald. "Then again that might just be me" he said to himself as he made it to the playground and walked to the same path he has been taking since he was little well, littler. He was taking deep gulps of air trying to gain control his breath. As he finally calmed his heart rate, he pulled out his little wrist suljan out of his school bag veered hard right off the path and into the brush.

Sakura has never explicitly said that the Suljan is the key to making it to and from Opakwald. But he has never explicitly said that it isn't so Izuku puts it on whenever he goes, it just feels right to him.

'okay it takes me roughly five or six minutes to get to the clearing if I walk, so if I sprint it should take maybe three to get there and then I can ask Sakura what to do about Shiro' and then he took off running.

Three minutes past and the boy were still running but he didn't worry, 'I probably just overestimated my speed…I need to run more often'

Seven minutes later he was still running and was beginning to get worried, 'Maybe I took a wrong turn. Wait that can't be it I could literally walk anywhere in the forest and still end up at the clearing…my chest hurts'

Ten more minutes, and no magical looking clearing or pink skinned tree hobo in sight. And Izuku's mounting frustration came to a head as he stopped running (at that point it was more like feet shuffling with gusto) and vocalized his ire. "ahhh! What's going on!? Why now out of all the times I walk to Opakwald, this is the time that it doesn't work!". Tears started prickling his eyes, "I have to help Shiro and I need Sakura's help to do that". He closed his eyes squeezing out a tear, lifted his head and yelled, "I need to get into Opakwald now! Why won't you let me in!" he didn't know who he was yelling at. Maybe at the woods for preventing him from going the normally accessible clearing, maybe at the universe for making this currently one of his more nightmarish and confusing day.

He rubbed his eyes with his forearm clearing the tears and opened his eyes to a familiar colorway, black and pink. Black and pink everywhere, "What the?" Izuku breathed out as he took in the new environment around him.

Blackened bark was all around him, tree branches of varying lengths sprouted various types of pink fruit, flowers and leaves. Pink leaves, pinecones, apples, oranges, (would they be called pinks now) and hydrangeas and more. The land was mottled pink and black while the smaller plant life like grass and bushes were all ash black. The strangest thing though to him was the dimness. It looked like world had its brightness turned down which is strange because he can clearly see the sun shining brightly above. It's almost liked the sunlight was just being reflected or absorbed. It's like the forest was "opaque. I'm in the opaque forest" the boy concluded.

"OH MY GOD I'M IN THE OPAKWALD"! He screamed to the heavens. "Opakwald was an actual forest of course it's an forest Sakura doesn't just title things just for the sake of it he hates flowery language is the Opakwald like a different world does this prove the magic world theory if it does how have I been coming here or at least a piece of here for so long how did I come here the first time a portal a rift how did I get to the actual forest time did I do something different is today a magic day arrrhhg". Any and all thoughts and mumbling were put on hold as another bout of iciness racked his body with pain. Forcing him to his knees and clutching his chest.

He doesn't know how long he was kneeled in pain for, but it was some time. His body shivered as he took some steadying breaths. "right, right theorizing can be done later I'm here now", he picked himself up "to get Sakura and help Shiro". He looked around, "now I have to find him". Left with nothing to do Izuku guessed a direction to go, north in this case and took off again.

It wasn't even three minutes of jogging that the green haired boy was soaked in sweat, his hair starting to stick to his forehead and his pants becoming uncomfortably damp with the fluid; luckily, he didn't have to deal with an uncomfortably wet shirt. So, he made the wise decision of just walking lest he passed out from dehydration. But as he finally slowed down physically that allowed his mind to race. Well race faster than usual as he thought about Bakugo's story mainly about his apparent heroic magical act in the bathroom.

'If what he said was true and he has no reason to lie or overstate what happened back there then that would mean Sakura was wrong or at least mostly wrong' he took a few more steps when a traitorous thought entered his mind. "What if he lied to me?" he instantly felt bad about and wanted to shake it away, but his more pragmatic side stopped him.

'he's a million-year-old magical creature that has been right about everything else concerning magic. He can sense Shiro wherever he's at because of the magic within him. He couldn't make the mistake of telling me that I have no magic.' He thought 'but why would he'. An unhappy memory was drummed up the boy's mind, an argument he had with Sakura, one of the few times he was truly mad at his friend "you shouldn't want to be a hero so bad". 'no, he's not some petty person, he maybe just made a mistake, even an old powerful magical creature can make mistakes, right' he thought trying to convince himself.

Mean while 20 meters away from the boy's trek a resting creature lifted its head at the unfamiliar but tantalizing scent. With great effort the humanoid beast lifted his considerable girth onto his tree trunk legs sniffed the air once then staggered away from his spot. He took only a few steps when his cloudy pale eyes spotted something green in the sea of black trees. It sniffed again and its large maw began filling with salvia and it made its move.

Izuku was still deep in thought, lips moving at unnatural speeds as his mumbling tick took over when felt the ground rumble. He turned around and locked eyes with one of the most terrifying sights he has ever seen in his short life.

A 10-foot-tall, obese black and blue skinned humanoid monster, with the face of a heavily scarred stylized dragon with tusks jutting out of its mouth and a busted helmet of sorts on its head. That wasn't the worst part no, the worst part that it was running at him…naked not even a loin cloth. Obviously, the angry looking beast charging at him was enough incentive to run but the huge jiggling genitals definitely gave him that extra push.

"AHHHH!"

The creature seeing his prey started running it doubled its efforts to catch the boy.

"What is that? What is that? What is that?' the boy could only think that single question as he focused on sprinting away from the naked beast and not tripping over the numerous roots and rocks. While not the most fleet of foot the boy was smaller and consequently faster than his pursuer and able to avoid the obstacles in his path easier than the uncomfortably male monster after him.

But what the beast lacks in agility he makes up in strides and strength. One of his steps is six of Midoriya's and while Izuku must be careful of his steps the blue naked meanie simply stepped on and crushed the rocks and roots in his way and headbutted any low hanging branches into oblivion.

Izuku gasping for air chanced a glance back and almost fell sick at the sight. The creature's rolls were bouncing up and down into another with enough force that the weird milk colored sweat would splash off it as rolls collided. Drool kept flying out of its mouth and its eyes began secreting some jelly like substance. The heat in his stomach returned momentarily if only to warn him that he's going to spew his lunch if he keeps looking. At least it doesn't smell that bad kind of like wet soil.

'Wait, no way this thing smells that good. Ahh crap' the boy not paying attention almost ran headfirst into a particularly thick tree. Instead he ran arms first into it, putting up a x-guard to protect his face. He bounced off the on to his butt, but he immediately leapt back up to keep running, that's when the monster decided to take a leap at the headfirst.

Izuku running off pure adrenaline at that point didn't even think as he dived out of the way to the left. The monster jumped with such force that it shattered the trunk raining splinters everywhere and felling the tree. It roared in pain, huge splinters stuck in its ears, eyes and nose. It spun around to the boy, facing the cowering child.

'this would be a great time for my magic to reintroduce itself' he sat on the ground staring in silence at beast being so close. 'there's the stench I was expecting'

The naked monster stared at Izuku for a few breath stealing moments, then looked left, then right, then all around like it was looking for something as it clawed at its face scratching wood and flesh off its face equally. As it pulls a large chunk of wood out of its septum it began sniffing the air around him.

'What's it can't see me? That must be it. It uses its other senses to hunt.' Through the fog of fear his logical mind started showing through, 'ok I can do something with that…wet soil. The fact that I can smell wet soil that means a river or lake is nearby. I can cover my scent in mud, hopefully.

In an ironic sense Izuku mimicked his would be killer and started sniffing around for the scent of muggy ground. 'there it is!' quietly he made his way around the large thing taking extra care not to step on anything that will alert his presence. But it was alas it was all for naught.

A huge glob of blood and mucus impacted the ground beside him getting a very unmanly even by his standards "eeeeek" he looked back at the monster he just managed to get by.

Apparently, the monster figured out how to clear his nose. So, if the girly squeal didn't alert it, it's now working nose certainly let it know where Izuku was.

"Rawwwwr!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" and the chase was back on.

His lungs are burning, his arms are heavy, his head was pounding, and that insistent chill was sapping all his energy. Yet he still somehow managed to stay ahead of the beast. But for how long? He wasn't some athletic marvel to begin with and adrenaline could only do so much. The monster is steadily gaining on him, supernatural endurance and hunger pushing it closer and closer to the boy.

'I have to keep pushing. I don't want die, I can't die! I've already worried mom enough, Sakura would be furious with me. And Shiro,' it started getting brighter a break in the forest in sight. He pushed himself harder, "If I die Shiro dies too" he busts through out of the forest the see a small lake filled with dark purple water.

'I made it! I just have dive in the water, he loses track of me, cover my scent and I'm home free'

That's when pain exploded on his back. A sudden heavy weight slammed into his spine tossing him hard enough forward he cleared the lake the lake and then some. pain wracked his body as he tried get up. "I think my ribs are moving'

The monster lumped the lake and landed about three feet in front o the boy kicking up mud and grass on to the child. And without any preamble the creature picked up the boy by his arm eliciting a pained yelp from the boy.

It opened its mouth, 'oh man I'm really about to be eaten', he closed his eyes. It continued opening its mouth. 'I'm sorry Sakura, Shiro, Mom', the monster's mouth is now unnaturally wide, so wide in fact a pained gurgle came out. Then a panicked one. Izuku opened his to the great but horrifying sight of the top half of the monster's face being ripped off by a pale ginger haired woman.

He clearly saw the dainty hands pull and yank, first the cheeks split blood seeping out of the wound, she gripped and yanked harder the crunching sound of teeth being crushed echoed in his head. Then finally she pulled it off with a gush of blood and saliva spouted out of its exposed esophagus and tongue. Flecks of the fluids landed on the child's face and chest.

The woman calmly hopped off his shoulders as Izuku was dropped on his back. The body of the beast staggered for a moment before tumbling to the ground with some thunder.

The woman clad in a sea green romper; that to the boy's embarrassment barely contained her feminine curves, black flip flops, wearing a backpack, and wild hair stuffed into a pony tail, lightly kicked the dead thing before letting out a loud guffaw, and spoke in some foreign language.

She turned around as another, taller women approached. This one was also quite pale, but her skin was more pristine compared to her companion's unhealthy pallor. She was also blond with blue eyes dressed in a bright yellow sundress and big sun hat that clashed beautifully with her not so sunny disposition. She had a large purse on her shoulder. She looked like a posh English lady, petite, stern, and beautiful. They both were.

The posh lady walked up to the ginger, towering over her, which was impressive considering the redhead was pretty tall herself, and they began speaking to each other in their language that Izuku now realized is English. Well he was sure one them were speaking English. The other sounded like they were speaking English if English was dragged through a rocky countryside.

"Weel, wid ye keek at th' boaby oan this yin 'ere. This cuid pat ye oot o' commision ah reckon" the redhead said while appraising her work and its dong.

The other woman scoffed at her companion's crudeness, "Speaking from experience"

"Hah, heavens na, hackit bastards aren't mah type"

"yes, your tastes do tend to skew more human…and younger"

"Oi, whit ah dae ah dae wi`in th' confines o' th' law"

"It's still unethical Laura" replied while ignoring the look of indignation she got. She focused on the dead body

"Wonder whit brought a yaksha up 'ere. Thay forordinar keep tae th' southeast reigon?"

"It probably has something to do with this" she tapped her toe on a section of stomach that had kanji etched into it.

The red head, Laura winced at the characters, "That's nae richt. Brassic thing likelie gaed doolally 'n' booked it up 'ere" she said solemnly.

"Is that why you killed it, sensed something weird with it? Or…" she asked looked up from the corpse to the left and saw little Izuku currently curled up, losing focus on the conversation he can't understand, coming to terms with how close to death he was and the brutal murder that prevented his death. She fixed her friend with a hard-questioning look.

Laura gave an embarrassed smile, "C'moan, he's a hurting, green haired, wee laddie. A'd be gaun against nature if ah didnae huv a go tae hulp him" then she turned to the boy and cleared her throat getting Izuku's attention before kneeling down.

"Hi little one" she spoke in perfect Japanese, "you seem to have been put through the ringer, huh?" she asked softly

Midoriya looked down at his body, and he would have to agree with the buxom woman he have been put through the ringer. He was already in destroyed clothes, but his little run with the blue naked monster definitely didn't do him any favors. His face was bleeding from splinters, his bandaged arms were stained red also likely from the tree, his left shoe fell off so his left foot was swollen and bleeding, his ribs were at minimum fractured, he was covered in dirt and mud, and to top it off the ice cold pain started ramping up again. Because it just couldn't stand being off his list of ailments.

"What's your name how did, a human get into the Coille Pinc?"

"My name is Midoriya" and that was all he was able to get out before succumbing to the cold and the day's trials and passed out for the second time today.

A lot of questions raised this chapter and I promise a majority of them will be answered. I also promise the next chapter will be the last one before we make it to the begging of the series.

I also gave a little taste of that 'M' rating being put to use this time and its only going to get 'worse' I promise.

So, yea i'm also a lot more proud of this chapter, don't feel like I need to rewrite this one, but hey, you tell me, I always appreciate criticisms.

Thank you for reading have a good one now ya'll.

New Definitions:
Yaksha, Hindu/Buddha: A usually benevolent nature spirit found in Hindu and Buddhist religion.
Coille Pinc, Scottish- Gaelic: Pink Forest