Rebirth:
It was on a blood-spattered snowfield far away from any help where Kanashi finally found his reason to fight. All the misery he'd ever felt, the injustice he'd ever suffered, the harm he'd ever survived, suddenly came to the forefront of his mind.
People say life flashes before your eyes in your final moments, but Kanashi would disagree. The feeling wasn't like a million pictures flashing past, or a movie of your life being played out in an instant in your head; it was more akin to… feeling things.
The emotions attached to all his memory's flared, like a bunch of starving animals vying for attention. Anything trivial, anything non-important barely registered; it was his worst experiences that nearly drove him mad.
It was also those feelings that gave him a new life.
His friend, who watched silently as he nearly drowned. His rival, the boy who destroyed any sense of self-worth Kanashi ever held.
The man who gunned down his mother with a grin.
The pain, rage, anger, misery, grief. All the power these three people held over him. Disgusting human beings who don't deserve a scrap of respect or sympathy have controlled Kanashi's life for so long.
It was this thought as blow after blow landed – a punch to the head, punch to the ribs, punch to the guts – that began to anger J. How dare they leave him in a wreck like this! How dare they shatter his life into pieces and leave him behind, broken. Leave him to struggle with day to day existence and go on with their lives happy and free! They deserve nothing! He wouldn't die here, he can't die here, he has to make it out of here and find them and make them hurt and suffer and pay and-
A final fist drove straight into Kanashi's eye, the blinding pain shooting through his skull temporarily overwhelming his thoughts and feelings.
Kanashi barely felt the two cowards holding him up drop him to the floor. The cool snow did little to lessen the ache he felt all over his body.
"Come on, yer not done yet are ya? I'll go find someone else to play with if ya don't make this fun for me. Is that what ya want, little hero?"
Kanashi slowly dragged himself to his feet, his battered body shrieking in protest. He couldn't care less about someone else's pain, not anymore. He needed to find the ones who led him down this path of self-loathing and hatred. He wouldn't fall here to some sadistic thug.
"Oi, oi! Look fellas? The little hero's getting up! Come on, you can do it."
In spite of the roaring agony throughout his body, Kanashi stood firm. Fists raised and teeth bared like an animal backed into a corner he would fight, empowered by the rage of a lifetime of hurt.
"Fuck you, you slimy bast-!"
Like a truck, a meaty fist connected with Kanashi, the boy sent flying for a 100 metres before slamming into a tree. His back wrapped around the hard wood, blood painting the ground red as his eyes rolled back into his head. Whatever life he'd had left quickly fled his body.
After spending a few seconds staring off into the distance at the boys body sliding into the snow, Sashiro sighed. "What a chump. Kind of unlucky you two picked a Quirkless prick for me to fuck up, eh boys?" Kanashi's tormentor turned towards his two subordinates, seedy little rats who were quick to apologise to the mountain of a man in front of them.
"Next time you's better pick a good one who can put up a fight, or it'll be you two who's gonna get fucked up. Got it?"
"Yes boss! Forgive me!" The two men repeatedly apologised, cowering beneath the gaze of the beast in front of them.
The trio trudged back through the thick snow towards the park exit, abandoning the broken boy to the elements. Throughout the conflict none of them noticed the well-dressed corporeal figure standing by the treeline. As the falling snow began to slowly cover the child, the figure watched Kanashi with a thoughtful expression.
Having made up his mind, the figure pulled an old mobile out of his pocket and rang his employer. After a moment, the call connected.
"Kurogiri. Good news, I presume?"
"Of sorts. An unforeseen opportunity seems to have manifested."
Kanashi cautiously examined his hands, confused. Weren't they just littered with scars and burns moments ago? He could have sworn he had been lying broken under the night sky, convinced that his death was all but assured. Yet, here he was, floating through an infinite grey void. Silence surrounded him.
He looked down and acknowledged his clean, naked body. Despite his lack of clothing he felt no embarrassment, only curiosity. His scars had gone.
He leisurely turned and looked all around him. Left, right, up or down he couldn't tell. Everything was the same shade of grey, everything calm and still.
'Even the afterlife turned out to be disappointing, huh?'
Despite his pessimistic thoughts, Kanashi realised he didn't really care about the perceived emptiness of this void. He found that it was actually quite pleasant; simply existing without any of the pain, anger or sadness that had plagued most of Kanashi's life. If it was his fate to float here forever, then maybe he could finally rest.
Well... this simply will not do.
All thoughts of piece and rest were shattered as the feeling of floating was replaced by falling. The world around him turned from grey to pitch black. He couldn't see himself or anything else, totally at the mercy of this omnipotent force.
Panic gripped Kanashi's heart. Terrified, he squirmed and thrashed and shouted into the void.
Fear? I thought you were done with it...
The words came from every direction and nowhere at once, echoing a thousand times over in his head.
He felt what seemed like claws in the dark beginning to scratch and swipe at him as he fell. He could hear the wind howl in his ears, accompanied by chittering and barking.
Totally blind, alone and completely disoriented, time became irrelevant. Whether he struggled like this for a matter of seconds or a small eternity was difficult to tell.
Forcing himself to try and calm a little, he finally processed what the voice had said. This... thing was... mocking him?! Remembering his earlier promise and resolve, Kanashi began to anger. Even in death, or his last moments - wherever he was - he was still being punished for doing nothing more then existing? Still cursed to suffer the torture and abuse of sadistic bastards who got off on pain?
As he hurtled through the infinite abyss, he growled. He refused to be pushed around. Now trapped in this place, he has nothing to lose and everything to gain. Whatever being was playing with him, he would fight it with every ounce of power he had within him.
Good. Rage, rage against this injustice. Unleash that anger and destroy the shackles holding you down.
Fine, he would rage. He'd go crazy! He would kill, he would destroy. Now more animal then man, he raised his hands and unleashed with a scream of righteous fury.
Within a moment, the assault ceased. Being Quirkless, Kanashi had not expected gouts of searing black flame to explode outwards from his palms. However, he didn't feel surprised or shocked. If anything, he felt a surge of hysterical joy rise from his exhausted soul. He wasn't so worthless anymore! These new flames would serve as a welcome tool in order to fight whatever it was that had him trapped here.
With a fierce roar the fire surged. Kanashi continued to will the flames forward, to burn brighter, to break this prison caging him.
Your anger is impressive. Now, prove it's power.
As those words were spoken, pain shot through Kanashi's skull, blooming outward from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. The dark flames he birthed seemed to come alive, writhing and fighting his control as if the Quirk was sentient.
With a sense of dread, Kanashi realised he was losing his struggle. The almighty wave of fire turned back towards him, slowly but surely. He pushed and pushed, he shouted and cried out, pouring all his emotion into commanding his Quirk. It would be in vain.
When the inferno crashed over him, all sense of his being completely shattered. Touch, taste, sight, smell, sound; everything disappeared. Everything went white. All he felt was pain. Incredible agony throughout his body. His very soul groaned under the weight, the lifetime of frustration poured into his Quirk rapidly returning was almost to much to bear.
However, slowly but surely, he endured. His body throbbed and ached all over, the shear amount of emotional turmoil overwhelming Kanashi's brain causing him to laugh, shout and sob all at once.
It was the feeling of a large hand gently resting on his shoulder that brought him back to reality.
Kanashi finally awoke, eyes opening to survey the field where he'd been beaten. Instead of deep snow, there now lay nothing but ash and ruin.
Dagobah Park, a significant place full of memories for Kanashi, reduced to nothing more then cinders. He saw at the edge of the park three men - two small and one large - dropping to the floor and stripping as black flames burnt them. Kanashi was surprised to realise their horrific screams of pain slightly amused him.
As distant sirens began to sound, Kanashi turned to look up at the towering figure gently holding him. The horrifying, navy blue gas mask covering the mans face did nothing to alay Kanashi's fears.
All For One: Symbol of Evil stood behind him. "Congratulations, young man! You own an extraordinary Quirk."
Kanashi stared, thought for a few moments, a responded with a small smile. "Thank you."
-AN-
I have big plans for a large series, but this is the first time I've fully committed to a long, drawn out project. I am not confident in my abilities to perfectly express my story and keep you all engaged, so if you enjoy any project of mine I would love to see some positive messages. If you have any criticisms however, thats obviously ok as well. Any feedback to improve my standard of writing would be greatly appreciated.