"You ready to go back to the control room?" Aizawa sensei asked me after finishing the conversation with my twin, not commenting on the relieved smile I have on my face.
"Yeah..." I answered, feeling a strange, unfamiliar sense of relief I haven't experienced in so many years.
"Let's go, then." He said, starting to walk.
I knew that this issue is not yet over, Endeavour's thirsty ambitions are still there, and our whole family is endangered by them, and especially father himself. He will reach a point where he finds himself with mountains of guilt and a haunting past that I hope with all my heart won't have a drastic outcome.
'I do not hate father... I just... don't know what to feel about him yet... I will never accept the way he does things, it's all wrong... being the number two hero Endeavour has taken over all his being, resulting in him dodging his responsibilities as a father. But still, he has something in the core of his heart, something that I know exists; it just needs to be triggered.'
I wanted to get him to realize what his actions did to us; to force him to turn his eyes towards us and see what he has done.
'He knows his weaknesses, that's why he stopped working on surpassing All Might by himself, and directed it towards his children. He is a self reflective person, without that trait he would have never acknowledged that. However, his focus was not in his family, that's why it ended up... like this...'
Nonetheless, I still felt bad of what I did during my twin's match, of what I could have done if not stopped in the right moment by my teacher.
'I have endangered everyone... I could have hurt father and others, or God knows if I would have done something even worse...
I got careless and wasn't thinking straight...'
I felt ashamed of myself, I do not usually commit such mistakes.
'He was right, after all... I got overwhelmed again...'
Suddenly, I felt an immense pain in my head.
"Ah...!!" I cried out, holding it in both my palms. I barely heard sensei's muffled call, as my vision blurred more and more. I gradually lost feeling in my body parts, causing me to fall on my knees. My eyes felt heavy, and the world grew dark.
"...Justice..."
I heard a distant, raspy voice call from afar.
"not one of you... a hero... " It continued. Blood seeped out of the floor slowly at thr beginning, but it's pace quickened and quickened dangerously.
"All Might... the only one...!!!" the voice grew louder and the blood covered half of my body.
"All Might is the only hero!!" It finished, and I heard it's scream in my ears, as the blood drowned me. In the inside, black ice froze the blood, and little by little, it closed to me, to the point it reached my body. I was breathing yet suffocating, as I watched in terror the ice tear my own flesh and penetrate my body, freezing it from the inside.
Then I heard a female soft, surrendering voice muttering a low yes. The moment it did, a large hand held me in it's palm, covering me from head to toe. The hand produced hundreds and hundreds of Nomus that scratched, teared, peeled and tortured me in a an indescribable way. I tried to scream but I had no voice.
"You are mine now." The demon from my nightmares said in his deep, frightening tone.
"Nooooo!!!" I finally let out a bloodied scream, releasing all the pressure inside my chest in one call. Aizawa sensei who was beside me had just activated his erasure. The next moment, I vomited on the floor out of nausea, pain and fear.
"What the fuck happened to you Todoroki?!!!" Sensei exclaimed worriedly.
'This... it's a vision... but... this time... it was so much more intense, it felt far more real than any of those that I had before...'
I coughed, struggling to find my voice again. In the end, I could only get out one word: "vision."
At the stadium, the hero seats:
I watched in disinterest the boy wielding explosions (I can roughly remember his name) sending them left and right on the other hardening one.
I rolled my eyes, tapping my fingers in a wait without patience for my masterpiece's match. I wanted to see Shoto wielding his flames to victory another time. It pleased me beyond words to see him using his fire; it's a symbol of majesty and power, two important things in a hero on the path of surpassing All Might.
"There is no way I will let go of my rebellion." Shoto said irritated.
I withdrew my hand, surprised.
'He used hid flames, then why...'
"There is no way things could flip arounad so easily." He continued, raising his left hand to his face's level, observing deeply.
I looked at the masterpiece I created, confused and surprised.
'I don't understand...'
"It's just that, in that moment, when I used my fire..."
He started, his hand clenching to a loose fist, "I forgot you. Wether that was bad or good, I have yet to decide." He finished bluntly, giving me his back to and walking away.
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'This is ridiculous...!'
I huffed frustrated as the match I half-heartedly watched ended.
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"I said, he won't fulfill your desire!"
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'Tch... falling a pray to her heart again... this is why she is not yet my successor.
I got what I wanted, Shoto used his fire and now he is ready. What is left is him being convinced of interning in my agency.
Then, everything will be perfect.'
I looked at the field again, as Shoto entered the ring simultaneously with the kid with the engine quirk.
Yes, Shoto has victory in his pocket.
The control room, during the match of Todoroki Shoto and Iida Tenya:I glanced at Hikoori one more time. Her face was still pale and she looked a little bit sick.
'What on earth is this passive quirk anyways?'I thought impatiently.
She did tell me about what it did always did: giving her visions, and giving her access to strange dark energy. But she herself does jot know why it reinforces her main quirks, or why it abuses her to the point her body becomes fragile. It just did not make sense for her to possess such a quirk, her father's quirk, Endeavour is well known: it's Hell Flame. Her mother's, as far as everyone knows is ice. There are no signs for psychic or quirk boosting abilities. It could be a mutation, if only she was missing one of her parent's quirks.
"Sensei..." The girl called me weakly, and I barely heard her through Hizashi's constant yelling commentary.
I fully turned my face to face her. She was sinking in her seat, a dark expression of anxiety drawn on her face. This made me alarmed, despite that the device measuring her quirk was beeping normally.
"I saw blood, baths of it that I sank in..." She started, but seemed like if she did not want to continue her sentence. She swallowedl dryly then moved on: "...Does that mean that someone is going to die... because of me...?" She finished.
I froze upon her words.
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"He died during the mission."
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I shook my head at the disturbing memory.
"Do not overthink yourself into such depressing conclusions." I told my student, causing Hizashi to glance at us from the corner of his eyes.
"But, if someone did, wouldn't it be because of my vision...?"
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"You just psych yourself that you can't!".
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"You just psych yourself into thinking you're the cause of bad events. A vision is just a peek onto the possible future, it's not a destiny that cannot be escaped." I explained comforting.
Hizashi smiled as he kept on commenting on the match: "Iida is unable to move! And without even using his flames, Todoroki advances to the final round!!"
The Todoroki twin's expression softened, returning to it's natural soft features, and she nodded. She was still a little bit anxious despite what I told her, but it was better than before.
"Man, Iida-kun sure kicks hard." Todoroki said from beside me, her hand caressing her heart spot. I felt relieved to see her in a better state.
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"You should be a school teacher!".
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'It was not a simple walk in the garden as you said, you know...'
Waiting room, before the match of Tokoyami and Bakugou:
"Dammit I hate this!!" I screamed, ruffling my hair violently.
I wanted just one, simple thing. nothing more. I wanted to get a rematch with that damn Icy-hot to get to beat her like she beat me in the entrance exams, is that too much to ask for?!
But no! She had to get injured in the U.S fuc*ing J and steal away what I was desperately waiting for!
'These punies are just my stepping stones. My main goal is to crush that damn girl!!'
I stopped for a moment. remembering the match of the first round.
'Even if they can give you a run for your money like that Uraraka.'
"And without even using his flames, Todoroki passes to the final round!!" Present Mic yelled through his microphone.
'So that half and half bastard passed. Heh, great, at least I can get back at him and prove myself as number one. Then, I will get at his twin later.
Now, it's my turn.'
"Let's blow everything up!!"
I marched out of the waiting room, with leaping proud steps. Soon I was met with the blazing torches of the sports festival ring. In front of me stood Tokoyami Fumikage (not that I remember his name, but Present Mic just said it).
"Staaaart!!!"
I dashed towards my opponent, and blasted him with my mighty explosions.
'Just watch me smash through the ranks, Icy-Hot!!'
Hello everyone!!
I reaaaaaally apologize for the long wait and short chapter, I am terribly sorry!! I got really busy with many things and to top it up I faced an annoying writer's block :(
But do not worry I won't stop writing this story! I will keep updating as usual and I will work hard so that this time the chapter will come up following schedule (and longer). Please, accept my apologies!
Hope you enjoyed this humble chapter!
Regards.
Author-chan.
