DEER
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Disclaimer: Boku no Hero Academia belongs to Horikoshi Kohei
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Genre(s): Adventure/Hurt/Comfort
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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC.
Beta'd by Eternal King. Thank you so much~
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Summary: Shota thought discovering their 'Nightwalker' to be a kid was bad enough. Not to mention how the said kid is literally Quirkless, meaning the law cannot touch him.
"I don't wanna be a Hero. It's too troublesome"
And then this?
Maybe it's not too late to ask Nezu for a raise this year…
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Shikamaru felt weightless, flying or swimming through the darkness of this strange place. Time seemed to stop, everything went to a halt. He was content on submerging himself within the companion of the black shadow; things Nara deemed as their trusty comrade, when their ultimate jutsu was controlling the shadow itself. And then a bright light slowly came to life. At first, it was just a dot. Before it expanded, expanded, and expanded, until he could not sleep any longer and forced his droopy eyes to open up albeit with intense grumbling from his part. His annoyance petered off to nothingness, however, when a village he knew so well erected in front of his face. With laughing civilians and roof-hopping ninjas enlivening the already lively atmosphere.
His sight landed itself onto a particular stall. A delicious aroma wafted from behind the rice-paper flaps and the back of someone-Shikamaru-also-knew-so-well were already sitting at the center of it, a bowl of steaming, hot ramen was cradled in between his fingers. The man turned around, a boyish (familiar, warm, home) smile plastered on that sun-kissed skin as his lips parted, showing Shikamaru dull fangs at each corner of his mouth, "Welcome back, Deer."
How's your journey?
Since then, the world has changed.
It was gradual. It took years. And definitely a while. But the world changed.
(For the better or not, nobody knows. There's a reason why 'Ignorance is a bliss, it is folly to be wise' was a famous idiom, after all)
At first, it was just silent unease. A whisper here and a jeer there. The Hero Associations, along with the corrupted Heroes itself, tried to justify their (wrong)doings, saying that those articles and videos are fakes and, whoever uploaded it, had attempted to tarnish their good reputation. Nobody took it for granted this time, however. It wasn't explicit, and the uploader didn't tell anyone their identity, but consensus had said that it must be another one of Midoriya Izuku's revenge. He wasn't satisfied after crushing their rose-tinted glasses, nor for the death of All for One. No. He wanted to bring those pretentious jerks down. To the ground and to hell, so they could meet his late friends who they cruelly ostracized and beg for their forgiveness.
Then when the news of Izuku's death (but not the reason why he left this world almost silently) came forward, the fuse within them lit up. The patience had been severed.
The uprising of the Quirkless and weak/villainous Quirks had befallen over the entirety of Japan.
Maybe, even the whole world.
"You people realized he's right and that's why you got rid of him!" one of the protestors exclaimed.
"Is this how you guys retain your position? By killing anyone that opposed you?!" a father in a suit raised his knuckle to the sky.
"My girl is bullied just because she doesn't have any powerful Quirk!" a mother in thirty let out a tear.
"I never have any job because you discriminate against us, the Quirkless!" a homeless man roared in anger.
"So do I, the so-called villain in the making!" and a dragon looking teenager snarled viciously.
"Let us continue Midoriya Izuku's revolution!"
"Hail to our savior!"
"Hail to our defender!"
For months to come, no places were a safe place to inhabit. Those people without powers finally had enough courage to topple the hierarchy. Soiled heroes and mere bullies were the targets of their ire, before a couple among them decided that the innocents were as much to blame as they didn't intervene whenever arrogant bastards put them down like a dirty doormat that needed to be trashed. Or they just want to see the world burn. Whichever it was, collateral damages follow their every step, countless victims—fortunately, not beaten to death. Just almost—dropped on a daily basis. The other half of the spectrum then started to fuel the fire with their version of counterattack as well. Saying that, if this war of atrocities goes any longer, they should purge all the weak and let the strong live.
(Izuku had shown that the Quirkless can do horrible things with enough encouragement. The dismembering of All for One vulnerable body was enough to give them nightmares for the rest of their life. They didn't want to be the next one. They didn't want to be tortured to death just because some Quirkless, Weak, or Villainous looking guy couldn't accept their own disability)
It was chaos, it was a disaster. It felt like the end of the world, even more so than Tomura's merciless disintegration, when 'Quirkless Revolution', 'Villainous Quirk Doesn't Mean We're a Villain', 'Kill the Weak', 'Burn the Anomaly' slogan plastered all over the street and walls. Nothing seems to be right and—
And it was working.
Hero is a taboo word from that day onward. Whenever those who wore elaborate costumes proclaimed as one and were there to calm the outrage, it only ignited their hatred instead. Using the same, repetitive reason, they pushed the Heroes away. You gave those pitiful humans a bullet to oppose us, Powerful and Useful Quirked people hissed. You left a crying child in a ditch and most likely will do the same to us, Weak, Useless, Quirkless people growled in betrayal.
Everything won't happen if you guys just helped Izuku's friends and become the pure Hero's you're supposed to be.
"Now, my only son is gone. All because of a defect in DNA," Hisashi spoke to the masses in tandem. He hacked every channel on television and gave a piece of his mind. Inko stood beside him, face decorated by vague, tear tracks, "Is this how a Pro-Hero works? Choosing who's to save and who's to ignore? If they couldn't get past over their humongous ego—"
"Then I think we don't need a hero in the first place at all."
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"And a decade has passed since then. No Heroes nor Villains were seen roaming around the place anymore. Everything came back full circle. The war between Quirk and Quirkless sufficiently died. Our way of living is back to the era before Quirk and to those who could not find a job fast enough had to join the police force because now, they were the only one who was allowed to take care of the criminal activity instead of those 'wannabe's'."
"But I won't say thank you."
Tears pooled from beneath his eyelids, red orbs quivering. Sharp eyes that were usually shone with determination now were filled with anger, despair, and guilt instead as Katsuki—jaw sharper, beard unevenly shaved, and much taller than his previous teenage self—stared at a grey tombstone. The name of his best friend was written on it, a beautiful craftsmanship. Yet it only clenched his heart even more, pretty flowers were crushed between his callous, rough palm, "I won't say thank you. Not now. Not ever."
"Because I hate you."
"You're so, so selfish, Izu," Katsuki's head bowed, the salty liquid he tried so hard to hold back fell to the ground. The sky slowly turned dark, grey clouds hung upon his being. One drop, two drops. A drizzle until it turned into heavy rain and his tears were now camouflaged by the waterfall of nature. He didn't care, though. He didn't care when his teeth clacked noisily the moment he was drenched from head to toe. He didn't care when his black suit was caked by the mud or when it clung onto his entire figure. He was too busy crying and cursing over the fact that—, "How could we be happy? How could we move on with a smile on our faces? Living in the new world you so painstakingly created—"
"When you're not even here to enjoy it with your family? Your classmate?"
(With me?)
The rain lasted until tomorrow morning.
As if the universe itself was weeping alongside him.
(A/N): Fun Fact. I was actually torn between keeping Izuku alive (that's the reason why I wrote it as 'half-eaten' pill) or letting him die. But then Fuuring left such an incredible review in the previous chapter and I was like, you know what? I love angst. I love bittersweet. I love the bad ending. So, let just kill him off, join me on this train full of angst! :D
(Please, don't bully Fuuring)
Anyway, thank you for following this journey till the end! Maybe one day, we will meet in this fandom once again. I mean...I wrote a bunch of fics for this fandom already, so...
Idk why but BnHA has such a perfect theme to crossover with any fandom whatsoever. Just like Naruto and Fullmetal. Still waiting for the update of that Fullmetal x Eyeshield crossover, btw TwT
Bye, guys. Hope to see you soon~
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EPILOGUE
"What a slow day," Denki huffed, sight was focused onto the night sky peppered by the blinking stars.
Being a therapist is really a no go for him. He was way too forward, no tact nor filter whatsoever whenever his mouth uttered a sentence. But he promised to himself before (to someone everyone cherished). That, even if he couldn't heal them completely, the least he could do is to be there and listen. To whatever problem that disturbs them so. To mend their hurt even if it is only temporary. So at least, he won't regret it. Won't lament, that he wasn't there when they needed a friend the most.
(When he needed them the most. Enough, that he didn't think twice to take his own life. To see his friends once again)
Denki was on the way home, tired after a day in a daycare—Momo had asked his help to accompany her, knowing he didn't have any client today (unlike Hitoshi, who was busy being a high school teacher) and his experience in handling a rowdy patient may help her in handling a rowdy student as well—when a raspy sob entered his hearing. In an alleyway on his right side, there was a teenager. Maybe around thirteen years old. He was thin, black hair was messier than a bush, and the black gakuran he wore was covered with dirt and…blood?
The kid must've sensed his gaze when he suddenly whipped his head towards Denki, dark green it-almost-black orbs were staring at his yellows.
(It reminded him of the same teenager with the same eye color)
"What's wrong?" Denki crouched, adam apple bobbing in nervousness the moment he managed to look over the child with a little bit more clarity. That blank, dead stare. That suspiciousness, and that tense shoulders. Ah, he reminded me so much of an acquaintance I couldn't save—, "are you lost? Did someone hurt you?"
The teen shook his head.
"Then…Did someone hurt your family? Your friend?"
A slow nod this time. Cracked lips split up, a raspy voice echoed throughout the silent road, "Are you…a Hero?"
Denki's breath hitched.
(Good Lord, what is this? A second chance for him to repent?)
"Did you read a history book or something? You know we don't have a Hero anymore," the twenty year old man smiled. Brittle and melancholic yet he plowed through, "however, I'll gladly become one for you, if you want me too. My name's Kaminari Denki. And I'll help you capture the 'villain' who did this to you."
Even if I have to sacrifice myself for it.
(Just like how you sacrificed yourself for the greater good. Right, Midoriya Izuku?)
(…no)
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(Nara Shikamaru?)
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(A/N): Here's the list of an alternative job for class 1-A
Yuga and Mina are models. Tsuyu is a professional lifeguard. Tenya is an accountant for his brother's Hero Agencies, in which it has changed into General Consulting Service. Ochako helps her family, as per her original intention. Mashirao is a professional judo athlete. Eijiro became a radio host, alongside Mic. Koji opened up an animal cafe. Rikido opened up a cake shop. Mezo is a professional wrestler. Kyouka is a musician. Hanta is a stuntman. Fumikage is a magician. Shoto opened up an ice cream parlor (Dabi will join him after he's done with his jail time). Tooru joined the police force. And Katsuki is a lawyer, following Inko because he wants to save unfortunate children (he didn't want to see someone like Izuku anymore).
...I may have wrote that myself, but Lawyer!Katsuki sounds so weird lol! Because of that, I drew a fanart! Here's the link: novirp13 dot tumblr dot com/post/ 633353479757463552/ at-the-end-of-my-fanfiction-katsuki-become-a
