Life has ups and downs, deaths and violence, and peace and tranquillity. Things will be dark and dreary after a sunny day—things will be bright and sunny after a rainstorm. All in all, changes happen for whatever reason there is. Lessons and mistakes will be learned and forgotten about. One dies, one is born, life goes on. It's difficult to move on, but it will get easier. Difficult situations will always pop up one after another, constantly beating their victims down. The ironic thing is usually when one dies, people always presume it to always be on a gloomy day. When rain drizzles down from the sky like a sad analogy representing the tears of the grieving people, but that is not the case for every funeral and death; it would be like that every day for all the deaths that happen throughout the entire world. After everything that happened in Kamino, All Might's funeral is held two days later. The day is bright and beautiful, rays of the summer sun beat down the city. People mourn while others go about their day, the villains all rejoice at the news.

It isn't really a funeral per se. It's more of a memorial since he isn't dead yet. He's in a coma but it doesn't really matter. The Symbol of Peace is no longer the Symbol of Peace. He is weakened beyond repair. If he ever does wake up—it'd be a miracle if he lives longer than a month. Injuries were so bad that it almost killed him on the spot. Tears are being shed as the news goes on with the segment of All Might's retirement from being a hero. The crime rate had risen after the morning announcement and many heroes had to step in to solve the constant streams of problems. For once, U.A. is being left alone and aren't receiving any backlash from the terrible incident at Kamino or being blamed for the retirement of the number one hero. That much is a relief to the staff and students. All of the students are on house arrest for the time being until the dorms are complete.

Izuku had been released from the hospital, living with Tsukauchi for the time being until a dorm system is set up. Kota has visited him the day before—such a great visit—and the two spoke with the older children of the other IBCs. Tsukauchi is at work while the teen is in the apartment—thinking to himself. He hasn't had the time to clearly think about the whole Hikawa situation since the last encounter with Death. His father hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him, so he doesn't know if he left or hasn't had the time to visit him. He does have to watch his mother and make sure she doesn't hurt herself or anyone else. He stares down at his bandaged hands and wrists his mother's attack, sighing softly. He has to think of a good way to kill someone (something he doesn't want to do). To him, it doesn't matter who it is, he doesn't want to kill anyone. "I won't have a choice," he reasons with himself. He falls back onto his bed, staring at the bare ceiling. It's weird that he doesn't have anything up there, usually, he would have something to stare at—another reminder that he's not home anymore.

The sound of breaking glass alerts Midoriya to the living room. He grabs a knife that rests on his desk, creeping out of his room. He keeps his pace slow, his footsteps as silent as he can. Something about the sudden change in the air causes the hair on the back of his neck to stand. This is the same feeling he felt that night. Closer and closer. He remembers the feeling. The same night he met her when she was ready to kill him. Closer and closer. He takes a deep breath, controlling his fear and his heart. If he loses it, he loses his sight and that will put him in a dangerous situation. He can't lose that. He rounds the corner and he meets hazel eyes. "It's time to die, Izuku," she singsongs, her hand twirling a glinting dagger—the hilt made of bone with the same metal as his scythe. With a snarl, she lunges at him.

Midoriya scowls as he swings his scythe, using whatever abilities he has to keep from getting hit. One For All is humming all over his body as he uses Gran Torino's tricks. He bounces off the walls, analyzing her. A sudden weight is on his back, sending him to the floor as he feels something bite into his shoulder. The pain draws a scream from him. "What the hell?"

"Sa-e—u . . ." The voice is that of the Feeder that attacked him after the fight with Stain. Izuku gasps in pain as he feels it dig its claws into his shoulders to hold him down. He's forced to look up at the redhead, who is grinning like a maniac (because she is one).

"Be silent!" she commands and the Ghoul complies—not breathing a word. The woman clicks her tongue as she squats down beside the teenager who barely put up much of a fight. "You know, Izuku, I expected more but you just seem to live to disappoint everyone." Her grin widens at the sight of anger in his green gaze. "I mean, poor, baby Izuku was born without a quirk—hated and treated like scum. Daddy is a villain—how would his friends react to that? Mommy hates him—after all she wanted was to rip your eyes out." She plunges the knife into one of his eyes—laughing in enjoyment at the pained shriek that rips from his throat and pervades the air. "You want to be a hero but no one believes in you until you have a quirk! You're nothing but a cursed little boy who Death took pity on. Why else would you, a useless—" She twists the knife which is followed by another scream. "—waste of space—" She rips out the blade, red splattering the tile and staining their faces and clothes. "—disappointing shit—" She moves onto the scabs left by his mother's attack, digging the tip of the blade underneath the scab and peeling it off. "—be worth Death's time?" She leans back with a questioning hum, smiling at the mixture of red and purple dribbling down his face. "You know, I want to kill you, but first I'm going to take me time with you. I am almost finished with my mural. All that is left is your blood."

Midoriya lets out a whimper at the reminder of the bloody pictures that were left at the crime scenes. His pain is too much—his eye not healing as fast as it usually does. The pain in his shoulders blooms as the Feeder yanks him onto his feet. "Why?" he whispers, voice trembling. "Why are you doing this?"

"'Why?'" she echoes, puckering her lips and tapped her finger. "Well, I find it quite exhilarating! Of course, Death threw me aside like trash so why not harm them by torturing you? I mean, come onIzuku—it's no fun to be merciful." She grabs onto him and looks at the Ghoul. "Let's go."

Izuku doesn't have the time to question where when they're pulled into the ghastly shadows. Screaming and wailing of the damned, the people being punished for their evil deeds when they were alive. He hates the biting cold and the noises but without Beetle's presence, he feels no comfort. It's too cold and it's terrifying. The walls of agony and sorrow—it messes with him.

The room is musty. Splatters of reddish brown stain the pavement floors that no matter how much he wishes, he knows that it is blood. The room is something out of a nightmare and his anger is starting to rise along with hints of fear. His eyes closed in an attempt to calm down and ignore his surroundings. Milky eyes open to meet her hazel gaze. "You're going to kill me as you did with all your victims?" he inquires, hoping to prolong the inevitable—or until he comes up with a plan.

"Oh—don't bring down your worth, you're way too special to treat like a lab rat. I have a plan made just for you!"

Joy, he thinks, hoping that at least Beetle or one of his other Ghoulish friends come to find him. He watches as she turns her back on him and he strikes, swinging the scythe at her only for her to evade it and elbow him in the ribs then send a punch to his throat. Dropping to his hands and knees, he gasps for the breath he lost as he glares up at Hikawa. Midoriya leans away, moving to get his scythe but she grabs it before him.

The woman is grinning savagely at the boy and squats to meet his eyes. "You little pest," she hisses with a growl. Achara taps the tip of the Underworld metal against the boy's face. She clicks her tongue. "I don't want to scar that pretty face of yours further, but I will if you continue. Heh. Your mother did quite well in scarring the flesh around your eyes. It's beautiful, shows how much you thrashed and struggled. It makes me thirst to hear your screams of pain and betrayal as your mother—the one who promised to keep you safe—harm you like you are nothing."

"You're sick," he breathes out, glaring harshly. He tries to move away from her, only for the murderer to laugh and maneuver the curved blade around his neck. It bites the skin of his nape as she flicks his forehead. She opens her mouth to speak, shaking her head as she stops herself and begins to laugh once again mocking the One For All holder. "If you're going to kill me, then kill me."

"I would but where's the fun in being merciful?" She walks over to the covered wall, pulling down the curtain and revealing a hellish mural. "Remember all of those portraits painted with the blood of my victims? Put them all together and you get this!"

Her pride and enjoyment taint her voice. The black and white mural is of Death's skeletal form on a pedestal with their wings made of bone and a thin layer of membrane spread out, souls of the damned all kneeling in front of the Grim Reaper. Skulls and bones litter the around the pedestal, roses growing through the sockets. The aura that the painting permits chills Izuku. He shudders and turns away from the ghastly image. "So I'm your last victim? I'm the one who's going to complete it? And then what? You're going to stop?"

"Oh, heavens no! Stephen King once wrote, 'murder is like a bag of chips, you can't stop with just one'. Why should I? It's going to be so much fun spilling your loved ones' blood."

"Don't touch them!" he snaps.

"That's your weakness, Izuku," she says. "You care too much for people who will all die before you. Cut your ties with them and you'll become stronger. Of course, that is only if you get out of here alive, and I assure you, that won't ever happen." Hikawa stalks back to him. "You're weak!" She kicks him in the gut. "You're worthless!" A punch to the face. "You're nothing!" Knee to the face. Blood dribbles down his face. "You're powerless!" She throws him onto the ground. "You can't do shit with your quirk without getting into trouble. Tell me, little hero, you can't protect yourself. You have barely any hand-to-hand combat experience, your witchcraft is weak against mine, you can't even command a Ghoul to do a simple order. You're not even doing anything to defend yourself. How can you become a hero if you can't do that?" A smirk tugged on her lips. "So, tell me, what are you going to do?"

Izuku growls—the act being foreign to him. His eyes burn with rage and pain at the words she spits. He isn't going to let her get away with it. He isn't going to let her get loose and kill his family and friends. He won't allow it. He hesitated in killing her, but knowing that lives of his friends and family are on the line he isn't going to let her get away with it. I promised you, Death, I promised that I was going to win. What was I thinking in hesitating? Don't worry, I won't hesitate anymore. With that last thought, he lunges forward. His action must've startled her, seeing the way she stumbles back. He grasps the scythe and kicks her in the abdomen hard. Laws be damned. He fires up One For All, running forward and hitting her once again. He swings his scythe, slashing at her flesh.

The woman growls and lunges. Her dagger glints dangerously in the dim light of the dark room. The room in which she drove people insane before murdering them is where their battle will lie. One more death will come to pass before the nightmare is over. The current Champion of Death battles with the former Champion of Death, both relentlessly and ruthlessly fighting. Both do not seem to care how much blood they withdraw from one another as long as this fight comes to an end. It has gone on for too long.

Clang-clang-clang!

The sound of metal against metal echoes throughout the room.

Boom! Crash!

Objects fall and clatter against the paved floor everytime one of them is thrown against the wall or the tables. It's all in a rhythm, the music that plays in the background of the two fight with. This is the sound of war between the two. A fight so brutal it cannot be called a duel, it cannot be called a battle. It's a war tarnishing the room that all have an outcome which affects the future of everyone around.

Drip-drip-splash!

Blood splatters, flying through the air and falling once gravity takes hold. The red stains the floor as they danced with gleaming weapons, the Dance of Death.

They slash the air with deadly arcs. Midoriya jumps around using One For All as an advantage as the woman chants under her breath, casting a few spells here and there. The shadows all grow and bulge around them, shifting and twisting almost as if they're alive and ready to reach out and grab one of them. Eyes upon eyes pop out to watch from a safe place, to stay out of the way of the two Masters of Ghouls. The ruthless woman is sent back from a harsh kick from the quirk user and sends her flying into her own trap she had set up. The woman is on her knees, wailing and pounding on the invisible wall. Her screams of "No! No!" reverberate off the walls. A low chuckle rips from the boy's throat. His wide, green eyes glinting dangerously. His scythe curls around her throat, shutting her up. Strands of hair hanging in front of her face, a crazy gleam in her hazel eyes, she's panting deeply and resembling a crazy person on crack that's ready to attack the bars of their cell.

His lips twitch, pulling into a smile as he pulls away and heads to one of the tables. Instruments used for torture are scattered across the surface.

"What are you going to do?"

He doesn't respond, humming under his breath.

"Answer me!"

He turns, holding a scalpel. He walks over and hums a soft tune, placing the scalpel under her eye. "I wonder if your eyes are the same as mine still," he murmurs. He doesn't wait for her to say anything and plunges the scalpel into her eye, ignoring the scream that tore through the room. "There goes one." He pulls away and watches for a few minutes. Nothing. "Hmm. I guess you did lose something. No matter, it wouldn't have been fun if it did come back."

"Wh-what?" she whispers. She tries backing away but the trap she set doesn't allow her to move. He walks forward, the dim lights illuminating the metal in his hand. The blade bites into her flesh as she cries, "N-No! Stop! Stop! It hurts!"

His head tilts to the side with a wide, sinister smile as he says, "Where's the fun in being merciful?"

Her expression changes at that moment from pained and terror to euphoria. Her one eye is glistening with happiness and excitement. "You're just like me!" she exclaims with glee, giggling. She starts singing, her voice cracking, "Hehe! You're just like me! You're just like me!" That breaks him from whatever tirade he was in. He blinks owlishly at the scene in front of him, backpedaling away from her once he realizes what he just did. "Oh! Don't pull that innocent act on me, Izuku! I know what you really are and you are no hero. Today, one of us dies. Either way, everyone will see you as the villain. You're nothing but a monster. A cursed child just like me!"

"No, I'm not," he whispers. His eyes closed and he takes a breath. "I am not you. I am not a cursed child."

"Stop denying it," she says, grinning. Beads of blood splatter onto the ground every time she speaks, cocking her head to the side. "Look at me! Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't just gouge out my eye! You stabbed me with a smile. You enjoyed it! You drove that muscular fellow insane by letting the Ghouls of his murdered victims hurt him! You can lie all you want, say that you only did it to save the boy, but I know. I know the real reason! You're just like me. And Death will toss you aside like trash." She laughs and shakes her head. "Go ahead and kill me, just don't say I didn't warn you when Death throws you away." She leans forward as much as the spell will allow her. "Between you and me, Death is a greedy bastard who cares for no one. I believed that they cared for me, but they don't. Look at what happened to me. Death let this happen to me and they will let the same thing happen to you."

Midoriya stares at her for a second, not giving a response for a good moment. "You have been misguided by the Ghouls and had unknowingly let them twist your sanity. Because of this, you moved off the path that Fate had set for you, and I would say 'I'm sorry' but I would be lying. Rest now." He brings up the scythe and plunges the blade into her chest. He ignores the howling that comes from her throat, staring as the black mist leaves her body and is sucked into his scythe. Her soul which had been tainted.

The former Champion of Death can finally rest. A new story has begun.


Whoa! That was quite brutal! I kind of wanted to have Midoriya torture her worse, but I didn't feel like writing it. I suck at writing action scenes so I apologize for the fight being short.

One more chapter y'all! So I shall gift y'all with an outtake!

|Outtake|

Unknown to the humans, the three beings: Fate, Life, and Death are consulting with the other IBCs. The meeting held in the home of Coincidence, who's wishing to be in another room from the children—err the IBCs. The room is too loud for Pestilence and Time and she knows this which is why she wants to get them both out of there. The woman shakes her head, resting her head on her arms, waiting for Life to start the meeting. Why does she have to be here? Some of the other Immortals aren't there. She doesn't want to waste her time here, after all, she has to go and watch all of the coincidences come to pass. She ducks under a projectile that had been thrown. By whom? She doesn't know, otherwise, they would've had their fingers cut off for however long it took them to regenerate.

"I told you, Illusion! I told you that there was no way that Consequence was going to remember to bring the food. I'm so glad Gluttony was thinking ahead!"

"Don't touch my food, War!"

"Famine! Help me!"

"Fine!"

"I didn't mean to cause the food to vanish! No wonder you're a stick!"

"I'm Famine! I don't need food!"

"Well, we do!"

"Shaddup, Illusion! Is not my fault that y'all can't think ahead and bring your own food! Gluttony, here, ya can have your food back."

"No fair! Consequence! What the hell man? Why didn't you bring the food? This is your home, isn't it?"

"Stop getting me mixed up with Coincidence, we're two different genders and represent two different things!"

Death sighs and twirls their scythe in their hand for a second. They look around and smile underneath their cowl as they bang the silver blade against one of the pillars. When they swung the scythe, it almost took off the head of Truth who is sitting beside his female counterpart Lies. "E-en-ough!" they stutter out, glaring at them from underneath the hood—acidic green orbs shining brightly in the dark.

"Thank you, Death." Life turns to the other Immortal Beings of Creation. Her orange eyes are that of a fire, burning into all of them as she speaks, "We're all gathered here to speak of the future. The prophecy has come to pass. There's still—"

"Coincidence—don't you dare say a word."

"Aww, Heimdallr! Don't be that way!" Blue eyes turn gray with fake sadness as the woman pouts at her male counterpart. She crosses her arms at the amber-eyed man.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not him!"

"Enough of your childish squabbling!"

That shuts everyone up—even those who weren't speaking. Their thoughts all come to a halt at the threatening aura from the dark orchid-haired woman. Life sighs again—rubbing her forehead. She really needs a vacation away from her family. "Once again—thank you Wrath. You and Death are the only ones who seem to act mature in our crazy family."

"Okay, but we can all agree that Death's adorable," pipes up Coincidence. "With their gender fluid ass with the cute stutter—I don't see why people ever think they're scary."

"I just can't see," mutters Time. The man is blind to everything, his senses sharper than most.

"Which is an oxymoron."

"Guys!" The strawberry red-haired woman huffs, stomping her foot which earns their attention. "Thank you! We're not going to get anywhere with the rate we're going." She then adds under her breath, "Like we ever get anywhere."

"St-stop, be-ing an-no—hmph! Life . . . im-port-ant to say."

"Pestilence," calls Life with a soft and gentle tone to avoid the sickly-looking, easily scared Horseman from being frightened. "Can you pull up the video on the projector?" The screen is split between ten different windows, all showing different countries and different disasters. "As you can see, this is getting out of hand. More and more villains are coming out of hiding now that the 'Symbol of Peace' is gone. Death has been speaking with us two, debating on the outcome. Yes, Yagi Toshinori aka All Might had been prophesied to die in that battle with the villain known as All For One. If he lives, the villain lives as well. If he dies, the villain dies."

"Is this what we'll be meeting about?" questions a tired voice, half-lidded red eyes stare at Life. The messy, pale blue hair frames the pale face of the man. "Is it really because of all those 'villains' or is it because Death's child had a connection with him?"

"Sloth, just because you're okay with letting your own Champion die, doesn't mean we're all heartless."

"How is that heartless? We're damning them to live longer than their loved ones. Why should we let them suffer?"

"Anyway," tries Life once more. "We have more important matters to attend to, that was just a heads up in case you see the two out and about. What I'm more concerned about is the tipped scale of balance. Dark times are ahead of us, I believe it's best that our children finally meet."

|End Of Outtake|

Okay! So, um, yeah! I'm happy with how much feedback this story has gotten! Thank you all! There will be one more chapter and I will do my best to get caught up with the manga! Love you all!