Chapter 1 - Awakenking

"Let me go!" Izuku heard his mother gasp. "Izuku!-"

The bullet barreled, his eyes flickered. Time grew to a snail's pace. Death tugged at the back of his next like a creeping chill. Sudden, merciless and quick.

His life was pitiful. To be born without a quirk was to be born without a place in society. All the ridicule, all the slander - it didn't matter anymore. He was going to die without ever having had a purpose in his life.

The bullet hit. A cold, bone shilling darkness encompassed every inch of his body. Black. The faint screams of his mother was drowned out by the ringing of his ears. Louder and louder until her voice was lost for good.

Death.

He blinked.

The first thing he saw was the blinding rays of light shining down on him. His body jolted up, exasperated, trying to catch his breath. He patted his head down. There was nothing - no signs of a bullet hole.

Was it all a dream? No, some kind of sick nightmare? Then he noticed the sand just below his body.

His eyes trailed up, the body of sand grew larger and larger. 'Am I…' Sand dunes, pillars - craters. 'In a desert?'

How was this possible? He staggered to his feet. He was just at his house and now… was it another nightmare? The afterlife, even? He was surrounded by miles upon miles of sandy, dusty, desert.

"Hey!"

Izuku turned to the voice.

"Come here!"

What? Something wasn't right. The only thing he saw in the place of the voice was a dagger. Although, in closer inspection, the dagger had an eye at the center of its hilt. Hold on, he rubbed his eyes for a double take. An real blinking-moving eye at the center of it's hilt.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like you've seen a ghost?" It spoke. Somehow without a mouth in sight. "Never seen a Shushu before?"

"You… talk?"

"What's it sound like to you, wax ears?"

Izuku felt slightly offended by that last quip. He grabbed the dagger by the handle, pulling it out of the sand. "Who are you? And where's mom? Where are the bad guys?"

"Woah woah woah, kid, slow down. Look, I don't know where your mummy is or whatever, but it's seems like you're lost." The dagger said, "I can help you with whatever you want as long as you let me posses you."

Izuku furrowed his eyebrows. "Posses?" He repeated with hesitance. "So I'll be back home if you "possess" me? And then you'll take down the villains like a hero?!"

"Uh- sure." The sword replied, rolling its eye. 'I don't know what the hell this kid's talking about. But a moment like this doesn't come often. I've been stuck in this place for so long and I won't waste an opportunity!'

"So… how do I?-"

Pain. Searing hot unimaginable pain invaded each and every ounce of Izuku's body. It stung like lightning, punctured his skin like an unforgiving blizzard and lacerated his skin like a whip, all at the same time. He fell to his knees, the dagger still in his hands, gazing down at him as black mist poured out of it and begun to engulf Izuku's body. He wanted to let go, but he couldn't - no matter how hard he tried, his hands would not loosen their grip.

"Yes! Just like that!" The dagger laughed with no hint of remorse. "Keep going! Soon- almost there!"

The pain ravaged his mind far worse than the bullet. He cried. He couldn't handle it anymore. It was just too much. And then…

His mind went blank.

…

Naomasa Tsukauchi picked up the phone.

|11: 57| - "Detective Naomasa, we need you hear, right now."

|11:58| - "You managed to track the group of villains?"

|11:58| - "Yes, however not in the way we thought. The villain group… was already taken care of."

|11:58| - "What do you mean?"

|11:58| - "They're dead. Two of them had their head ripped off, one had their arms and legs removed and the other two had their bodies torn into. It's… not something I'd wish in my worst enemy."

Naomasa went quiet before hastily grabbing the coat by his desk.

|11:59| - " Is there anything else at the scene, evidence of some sort? That had to be the work of a new villain, perhaps even a vigilante ?"

|11:59| - "Apart from the villains… there was a family here during the incident. Mother and mother is unconscious, the son has been taken to the paramedics due to a gun wound. According to our documents, the mother is Inko Midoriya, she only has a weak object attraction quirk.

|11:59| - "the child?"

|11:59| - "Izuku Midoriya. Quirkless. Neither of them could have done this."

|11:59| - "I'll be there shortly."

Naomasa hung up the phone and sighed contemptuously as he got up from his desk. 'A new case.' He put on his coat and adorned his hat.

…

Izuku woke up to the pungent stench of rubbing alcohol. Again, he woke up in somewhere different. He pulled his body forward from the bed he was laying on. His eyes scrutinized the the room. White tiles that made up the floor, cream white walls that were devoid of any decoration. A window opposite his bed showed the sunrise.

He looks over to see some Iv's.

He was in a hospital room.

He tried to move his arm, but it felt prickly- almost numb in a sense. His entire body felt like this. The doors swung open. He blinked.

"Ah, you're awake." Izuku turned his head to see a nurse by the door. "How do you feel?" She asked calmly.

"G-good." Izuku struggled, "where's mom? Where am I?"

"Don't overwork yourself. Stay here, Alright? I'll tell your mom and the doctor that you're finally awake."

After a few isolated minutes, his mom, Inko, entered the room. "Izuku," She murmured his name softly, her hands covered her mouth. "You're oaky. I'm so holy that you're okay."

A stream of tears trailed down her eyes as she sat at the side of his bed and hugged him. "I-I'm so happy to see you, honey." Her voice broke.

Izuku hugged her back tightly, still confused as to what was going on. That's when two men entered the room. One dressed in doctor attire, the other wearing a tan trench coat with a hat that matched.

The doctor held a clip board at his side. "Incredible - not even a scar." He looked at Izuku intently.

"Doctor, is he okay?" Inko asked, hugging Izuku even tighter.

"Yes," he answered. "More than okay, he's made a full recovery in a matter of two weeks. In fact, recovering this rate in unheard of for children his age. Even for adults. He's very lucky to be alive."

The other man next to the doctor took off his hat, revealing his black hair, and walked over to Izuku.

"Hello, mr Midoriya," Naomasa said, "my name's Naomasa Tsukauchi, I'm a detective for the police department."

"To-ts-Tsukauchi?" Izuku stuttered. "A detective?"

"Yes," Naomasa smiled. "I'm here on accounts of recent case involving your family."

Izuku nodded, kind of understanding what he just said.

"Miss Midoriya, is it now possible for you to recall anything after the villains broke into your house?"

Inko let go of Izuku, turning her body. "Yes. I think I do remember something about, although my memory is still quite hazy. One moment I was taken hostage by the other villains and then… A monster appeared."

Izuku's heart jackhammered against his chest.

"Go on."

"Yes. I-I don't know what it was but it had grey skin and three eyes, one on its forehead. It was… short but extremely muscular. The last thing Was it looking at me, coldly. I don't know how to explain it but two of its eyes felt… empty. That's all I remember before blacking out. I'm sorry if it's not much to go by."

That's when the memories resurfaced. The desert. The dagger. Possession. The villains. Izuku's breathing rate increased.

"Thank you." Naomasa said, writing into a notepad. "Don't worry, your description was excellent. Now, mr Midoriya, do you have anything to add to this?"

Izuku's stomach churned, he felt sick. His body was shaking. He looked up at the detective again, his visor blurred. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to go back to sleep. He wanted to be whisked away off this world.

"Mr Midoriya?" Naomasa questioned.

"I-I-I." Izuku breathed in sharply. Inko took notice of his sudden unease.

"I'm sorry, it's rude of me to say this but I think my son still needs to rest for a while longer. I don't think he could remember even if he tried."

"Ah," Naomasa settled, "I apologize if I overstepped my boundaries." He put his hat back on. "Thank you again for your patience." He bowed before he walking out the room.

Inko had always been perceptive of Izuku whenever he felt he was in a tough position. It was like a skill she had and Izuku was thankful of her for it. This was just another moment which proved that.

He hugged her again, she hugged him back tighter. He didn't know what he'd do without her. Tears streamed down his face this time, however it wasn't because he was happy.

It was because he remembered everything the dagger did when it took control of his body. Everything he was forced to do, everybody he was forced to kill. He wasn't able to do anything except watch. All the blood, all the screams, it was all too vivid.

He felt awful. Tired. Scared. He almost killed Inko… he almost killed the only person he had left in his life. Guilt plagued his head. If he hadn't stopped. If he hadn't somehow turned back…

Izuku hadn't realized it then but his world had just flipped on itself. His life would be changed forever.