A Sad Boy in a Tree house
Chapter 35
The Doctor
La Vie En Rose
By Edith Piaf
"Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche."
Nejire woke up to a record playing some old song, her hair a mess across the fancy bedding. In the room were fairy lights gently floating around, the dim lighting slowly rising as her eyes adjusted. The room was spacious, all sorts of fancy furniture made of expensive materials.
"Voilà le portrait sans retouches De l'homme auquel j'appartiens."
Rolling to her side, she peaked through the drapes next to the window. Outside were floating sections of the city connected by bridges, flexible pipes, and electricals, everything in space. At the center of it all was the Eiffel Tower that was ten miles tall.
"Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose."
That's right, she was in space Paris. Izuku said this was a colony ship that had such advanced recycling systems that they decided to not waste the energy going to the next planet. Instead they settled near an interstellar crossroads, trading and becoming a giant tourist attraction.
Stretching her limbs, Nejire started to properly wake up. The music came from outside her bedroom, seeping through the door along with a scent that filled the air. Taking in a deep breath through her nose, she could smell something cooking.
Getting out of bed, she grabbed a nearby star silk robe that wrapped around her frame. Opening the bedroom door she could see Izuku cooking in the kitchen, the skylight above letting the nearby nebula light up the suite.
"Il me dit des mots d'amour, Des mots de tous les jours~" Izuku sang along to the music in the native tongue, pulling out a loaf of freshly baked bread from the oven.
"Good morning!" Nejire called out to her beloved alien.
"Ah, morning!" Izuku smiled to her, putting out two plates on the table. He wore an apron over his standard white button up shirt with bowtie. "Have some good dreams?"
"I think I'm still dreaming." Nejire admitted, walking over to the boy and giving him a quick hug. "How come the TARDIS isn't translating the music?"
"It doesn't sound as good in anything but French."
"And what about all this?" Nejire motioned to the widespread breakfast laid out. "When did you learn to cook?"
"Besides the two thousand years I spent living off the wildlife of an entire system, I went to learn from all the original creators of each recipe that was covered in the culinary school I attended when adding another degree to my reputation on Earth." Izuku grabbed a bowl of fruit, putting the last touches on everything at the table.
"Well, dig in." The Time Lord waved his hand to the food that awaited them, Nejire happily taking a seat right next to Izuku on a cushioned indoor bench.
Taking a bite of the delectable food, Nejire hummed in delight at the way it melted into her mouth. "Sho Ifufu, how fo-"
"Finish chewing first."
Swallowing, Nejire retried her question. "How come we keep visiting all these cool places? Vegas made sense, but then we went to the icecaps of Kryos, the tribe of Lanos, swimming in the liquid constellation of Ortha, and we even went to Asgard. I didn't even know that was a real place!"
"And?"
"We haven't back to Earth in weeks."
"We have a time machine. No one will notice we've been gone."
"Izuku." Nejire held his hand, rubbing her thumb over it. "I love you, and I love that we have been able to spend so much time together. But we've also got responsibilities back on Earth. Weren't we just about to do an internship to figure out what was going on with that kid?"
Izuku frowned, knowing what Nejire was saying was true. He just, wanted to spend a little more time with her. Things have been so busy, chaotic, and nothing really going their way. He was changing that, making time for her. Everything else came second, put on pause so to speak.
"Besides." Nejire patted his freckled face. "I've really been looking forward to showing off."
"Alright." Izuku gave in. "But three more nights here?"
"Three more nights, then back to UA."
"Deal."
The Uraraka family waited outside the office, Ochaco herself tapping her foot impatiently. It didn't matter that it was a school day, the girl wanted all her memories back. Now.
The door opened, a man in a white lab coat with heavy burns covering his skin looking up from his notepad. "Mr and Mrs Uraraka, it's been a while. Have there been any issues?"
He spoke Japanese well enough, but had a thick British accent.
"I want my memories back." Ochaco demanded.
"I see, and your parents agreed to this?" He looked between the adults with a questioning glance.
"We, have reason to believe that her childhood friend might be alive." Mr Uraraka explained to the man.
"Yes, well he has a habit of not dying." The british doctor mumbled to himself. "Wait here, I'll see if we can restore what was lost."
Leaving the family, the doctor retreated out of sight to pull out a phone. Quickly dialing a number, he waited for the recipient to pick it up.
"Hello?" Eraserhead asked on the otherside.
"Your student wants her memories back. If she knows who the boy is now she will tell him where we are no doubt."
"Then just say no."
"Tell me, has he been close with her since they've reunited?"
"What are you getting at?" The teacher sounded unhappy with where this was going.
"There might be more that she's witnessed, more we can learn from."
"She's going to notice more memories missing after asking for ones back."
"We're running out of time, time is something we need. If we can get just a little more information we should be ready to act. Have you been able to secure either of the other two?"
"Not yet. One has an armed android servant around her twenty four seven and the other is around the alien twenty four seven."
"Midoriya is in your class is he not? And the other girl isn't?"
"Yes."
"Then there you have it, when he's in your class obtain the blue haired girl."
"You want me to capture her in the middle of the day at the school?"
"Find a way, we have no choice but to act now. Otherwise we will have too much suspicion on us. Meet us by an hour after your classes end."
"You realize that as soon as we do this there is a high chance of us being discovered? You better know what you're doing Director."
"Don't worry, I have assets." The doctor hung up on the pawn. Pulling out a capsule from his pocket he placed it in his mouth, swallowing it dry. He returned to the Uraraka family, giving them a warm smile.
"Congratulations, the doctor is in."
*Vwoorp* *VWOoorp* *VWOOORP* *VWOORP*
A large tree with windows built into the trunk materialized outside the gates of UA, blending in with the environment. The base of the tree opened, Izuku stepping out and checking his watch.
"Fifteen minutes till class. I'll see you at fourth period math, Snipe took the day off."
Nejire came out right behind him in her UA uniform, giving him a quick kiss. "Remember, you might not have offers on paper but Ryuko did say you can come with us."
Both turned back to look at the TARDIS's current disguise. Nejire feeling the authentic wood. "How come it stopped doing the blue box?"
"The TARDIS picks and chooses whatever she wants to look like. As long as the perception filter isn't tampered with, no one will notice it."
As Nejire made her way to class, Izuku gave a few taps to his cracked watch face. His attire glitched, changing into the standard student uniform. "Guess you still work."
There were a few classes that he would be teaching today, and double checking his schedule from being away for a while showed that. First period was homeroom, and because he was still technically a student for the hero course he needed to attend that.
Brushing his hair to help cover the scars across the side of his head, he made his way to class. Inside were most of his classmates already seated, including the friends he had been making.
"Hey Aoyama." He greeted the French student.
"Midoriya, bonjour!"
"I got you something." Izuku pulled out a wrapped block of forty fifth century cheese made in atomic coagulation chambers.
"Monsieur, it smells divine."
"Wait till you try it. I recommend having some strawberries with it, as fresh as you can get them."
"Oi, I will."
Now that that was settled, Izuku approached the richest person in the room. "Yaoyorozu, I wanted to thank you again for that medal. It meant a lot to me."
The girl nodded back to the boy, sitting up a little straighter. "It was my pleasure. I just hope you won't miss out on any opportunities from not being a part of the festival."
"Don't worry, I have it covered."
"As you always seem to do."
"Midoriya!" Iida came straight to the Time Lord, ramrod straight in posture and looking down at the boy. "Are your injuries healed? Coming to class while still recovering could impede or worsen your condition."
"Oh lay off him already!" Mina shouted at the boy.
"Yeah, they are. Thanks for asking." Izuku smiled at the boy, as if there was no harsh feelings between them.
"That is good, but how did you end up receiving those injuries? The last time many of us saw you was when you ran back to the USJ against orders." The stern boy finished with a bit of scolding at the end.
"Hey, I actually have a few questions about that." Kaminari came up to them, looking Izuku up and down. "So, that cyber you somehow was able to take quirks and had one to make fears come alive right?"
"Yeah."
"So, how come you're scared of something in one of Uraraka's books?"
The class was silent, listening intently to what the normally stupid blond had to say. Before Izuku could come up with some fake answer Kaminari continued.
"Also, what's up with there being two of you? You guys had the same name, face, and everything except one is a half baked cyberman. And is no one going to mention how cyberdoriya actually knew Bakugo? Or how Bakugo has been calling Izuku a fake all this time but recognized the cyber one? I think there's a lot we're not being told here."
"That's good." Eraserhead, now without bandages stepped into the class. "The situation is handled, but a lot of it is still classified. If any of you were to spill about the details of what happened there UNIT would shut you up and you can say goodbye to your chances of being a hero. Ignorance can be a useful tool, even if many of you desire answers."
Everyone went to their seats, not wanting to potentially piss off their teacher and have to do some insane assignment. Izuku glanced at his watch, seeing class was starting now. Uraraka wasn't here though, hopefully nothing serious was happening. The back of his mind doubted it.
"Excuse me." Izuku raised his hand. "Do you know why Uraraka is absent?"
The teacher narrowed his eyes at the alien, knowing that he couldn't lie easily to someone who was technically a fellow teacher. "She went to the doctor's today."
Izuku looked down at his hands, fiddling with them absentmindedly. The relaxation he had built up from his vacation was already gone. It might be nothing, it might not be, the not knowing part was already bothering him.
He would just have to wait until the school day was over to look into it.
Eraserhead himself walked to the side, clicking a button on his phone. "These are all the offers you got based on your performances at the festival."
"Oi! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Bakugo shouted at the top of his lungs. Nowhere on the screen did he see his name, despite others getting hundreds, or even in the thousands like Todoroki.
"You already chose one, remember?" Eraserhead glared at the teen, getting the boy to shut up.
"Tch." Bakugo resigned to lean back in his seat, no longer listening to what he didn't need to hear.
"Excuse me!" Iida shot up from his seat. "How come Midoriya has an offer?"
Eraserhead looked to the screen, seeing that there was one offer for the boy. "Good question, but I'm not going into it because I don't have the time. When you go out with the heroes you'll need a good name to represent yourself, if you pick poorly-"
"-They'll be hell to pay later!" Midnight finished, slamming open the door.
Picking a name, a hero title, Izuku wasn't sure if he could do that yet. After all he wasn't even sure who he was. Izuku Midoriya, it was a stolen name just to let him live on earth. It had been a lifetime ago since he even spoke his real name out loud. Picking a name as for a Time Lord was something more, it was a promise that would stretch out for the rest of his lives.
No name, no title, no promise, that was who he was at the moment.
"Hey." Midnight sat on Izuku's desk, leaning forward to look at the teen. "Have you decided on anything?"
"I'm…" Izuku couldn't come up with anything, this wasn't something he could just come up with on a whim. "Sorry, I can't think of anything."
"Well, you can't just go around doing hero work without a name can you? Otherwise, no one is going to be able to spread word about you or your deeds. You'll just be some stranger to everyone you save."
Izuku didn't mind not being famous, he just wanted to help those he came across. Though if he wanted his name out there like he originally planned to find his family, then he needed to pick something eventually. He should talk with Nejire about some good ideas, he just had to wait until he saw her.
Waiting was stupid, time felt like it was moving slower and slower the longer he waited. At least he had a period with Nejire. Inside the bathroom, he tapped the face of his watch alongside a button to change his attire from student to teacher. She had been right, he managed to get an internship offer from the dragon heroine. There were some things that Eraserhead didn't cover, actually there was a lot. The teacher left before going into details, leaving Midnight to take care of the rest of class.
Stepping inside the third year's class, Izuku glanced to the teacher's desk where the notes for him were left. This was math, the easiest thing to teach.
"Alright class, today we're covering the theory of computation and how it-" Izuku stopped, seeing that they were still on basic algebra. Ugh, humans could be so slow sometimes. The time he spent with Melissa and Mei really brought up his expectations for the average human. He should bring it up with Principal Nezu about raising the standards at this school.
"Hey Sensei!" Togata called out. "We're missing someone."
"Who?" Probably someone skipping class, or gotten permission to go out with the hero they were doing a work study with. He kept his eyes on the paper, rewriting some of the things on the lesson plan in order to actually get these teens to learn some real math.
"That really energetic girl, the one with the blue hair."
The clipboard fell to the ground, Izuku frozen in place.
"Um, Midoriya Sensei?"
The class stopped making noise, not even wanting to breathe too loudly. The brows on Izuku's face were cross, the boy incredibly silent as he glared into the unknown. Right before them was something none had witnessed before.
They were witnessing the fury of a Time Lord.
The Principal smiled as he saw the young boy run out the front door, straight to something that he could not perceive.
"Are you sure we shouldn't help him?" Thirteen asked.
"I don't think we could, but we should be ready to clean up the aftermath."
Ochaco woke up, not recognizing the room she was in. The last thing she remembered was being led to a room to get her memories back. That doctor placed his hand on her head, and now she woke up here. There were computers along the wall with lots of screens, showing all sorts of people with severe mutation quirks.
"You're finally awake." A voice came from her left.
Ochaco now noticed that she was strapped in a chair, gloves around her fingers with no way to use her quirk.
"Nice to meet you! My name's Nejire Hado, I've heard lots of good things about you!" The girl spoke excitedly next to her, strapped in her own chair that had metal clamps around her hands and feet.
All Ochaco could do was blink. They were both restrained in a spooky room and this girl was chatting away like it's a slumber party!
"So, did they take your memories again yet?" Nejire asked, looking around at all the monitors.
"How could I tell?"
"Hm, that's a good point."
The senior student frowned, narrowing her eyes at one of them. Ochaco was really, really confused now. "Wait, are they taking your memories?"
"They'll try."
"And succeed." The burnt doctor entered, no longer wearing his labcoat but a dark tailcoat with a tophat.
Nejire's eyes widened in shock, seeing the man. "You, you're alive?"
"You left me to burn, nearly five hundred years ago." He growled at the girl, walking up to be inches away from her face. "I haven't forgotten you and your little boyfriend. It took so many years to rebuild what I lost, capturing every otherworldly being, harvesting their abilities to prolong my work."
He gestured to the monitors, each screen showing a captive person of bizarre traits. Ochaco felt her lungs clench. Those weren't patients, those were prisoners. Yet so much didn't make sense, these two knew each other but hundreds of years ago? That doctor, though Ochaco started to doubt this man did have a medical license, he folded his arms behind his back and walked to the door.
"Of course, when I first met you two at the party I never thought that boy was an alien, one with a transport to bring him anytime and place. I determined at that point to get my hands on both."
Aliens
"Is he monologuing?" Ochaco whispered to Nejire.
"It happens a lot for some reason.:
"Director, we should talk." A voice spoke through one of the speakers.
She knew that voice, both of them did.
"Come in." The 'Director' said to it.
The door slid open, Eraserhead came in, Bakugo right behind him.
"Bakugo?! What are you doing here?!" Ochaco shouted in surprise.
The explosive boy turned his head away, glaring at the screens. "What the hell is with the freak collection?"
"Ah, my donors." The scared man turned to the boy. "The aliens that try to invade are captured, and I conduct my studies on their traits. From there I can produce these."
He pulled out a glowing capsule from his pocket, handing it to the boy. "An investment, for your continued work with us."
"I don't do drugs."
"This is more than any drug, this is a quirk. It should help you produce ranged explosives."
"You can't make quirks." Bakugo pushed back the capsule, unwilling to take it.
"Where do you think they came from?" The man smirked, taking it back. "I never imagined that my customers would have descendants that manifested my product."
"We're wasting time." Eraserhead stepped forward to Nejire. "Have you gotten what you needed from them yet?"
"No, we're waiting for our specialist." The doctor came back to Nejire.
"Trust me, when she gets here we will finally figure out how to get our hands on that time machine. If we manage to capture Midoriya himself, then I might be able to finally fix myself." He droned on, imagining the possibilities.
Time machine, more words echoing in Ochaco's head.
"How does that have to do with stopping a war?" Eraserhead dared to question him.
"Ah, yes, the war."
The dismissal of the earnest question made Bakugo scowl further than usual.
"Wait." Nejire interrupted. "Are you talking about the Time War?"
Time war.
"Don't listen to her." The Director grabbed the shoulders of the teen and underground hero. "What I'm offering is a chance to save the world from invasion, from Daleks and Time Lords alike."
Daleks, Time Lords
"The war is over." Nejire tried to lean her head into the conversation. "You guys read her books right?"
The books
The blue haired girl nudged her head to Ochaco's direction.
"A filtered version bleeding through forgotten memories." The doctor explained, trying to ease the potential suspicions.
"No." Nejire denied the man's words. "I mean, it is a children's series so the scary stuff you can't go into details but it's all there!"
"Oh is that what he told you?" The doctor marched right up to her, pulling at her hair. "He's a liar, a thief, he brings destruction everywhere he goes!"
"You're the one who tried to kill us!" Nejire snarled back.
"AND I SHOULD HAVE MADE SURE OF IT!"
"Enough." Eraserhead pulled away the man from the teenager.
The doctor harshly shoved his shoulder away from the grip, seeing that there were issues talking in front of the prisoners he pointed to the door. "Out, now. You'll be informed when our specialist gets here."
"You expect us to believe this shit?" Bakugo asked the unspoken question. "It's obvious, you kidnap people and turn all the aliens into your drugs. Anyone who knows anything about aliens is taken with all their memories stolen."
"You have quite the mouth." The scared face leaned towards Bakugo. "Maybe you would be better off forgetting about all of this."
The hero stepped between the two, shielding Bakugo with his own body. "That won't be necessary, I'll talk to him."
"See to it."
Bakugo was escorted out forcibly, the boy giving one last look of pity towards the two girls.
Outside the room, Bakugo spun around to face his teacher. "If you think that they-"
"I messed up." Aizawa told the boy. "I was wrong. Because the idea of aliens and time travel was so foreign to me I didn't bother to question if someone was lying when showing me evidence of their existence. Turns out I'm not as paranoid as I thought."
His teacher was finally learning, but now Bakugo had no idea what to do. There were hundreds of alien captives, probably innocent. Either way, a life spent being some wackjob's cattle was no life at all. Not to mention that once the memories of those two were taken, there was a good chance Scar face could get his hands on a time machine. Shit things were bad.
Shoving his hands into his pocket out of habit, he felt a piece of paper inside. That was not there before.
"What is it?" Aizawa asked, noticing the sudden confusion on Bakugo's face.
The teen grinned fiercely, showing the note to his teacher. "We're gonna start a riot."
Ochaco and Nejire were alone again, that obsessive doctor leaving to do something.
"This was not how it was supposed to go today." Ochaco sighed, leaning her head down.
"What do you mean?" Nejire asked to her side.
"My parents, they took me here to help me remember my friend from when I was a kid."
The blue haired girl listened closely, her voice growing soft. "Do you remember anything about him?"
"No, that's why we tried coming back here, to get my memories back." The brunette was annoyed by that, still unhappy that her parents decided the best course of action was to have her memories wiped. It might have been possible they were influenced by this place, given how shady it is.
"What about the books?"
THE BOOKS
"My, books?" Ochaco asked, her mind feeling heavy.
"You wrote about your friend in the book. Tell me about him."
It felt silly, talking about her dreams openly. She already wrote about them so there was no point in denying it. Recalling the boy, the sad strange boy she wrote about, she told Nejire about him.
"He ran away from a war, a war from another world."
In her mind, she remembered the planet. Red grass that stretched across the plains. In the distance, a mighty city encased in a glass dome.
"He was short, had brown wavy hair, pale skin, and icy blue eyes."
The boy appeared, standing in front of her with his back turned looking to the city.
"He wore a vest, a grey coat too big for him, and a scarf I gave him at Christmas. There was this tree house, that was bigger on the inside that could go anywhere in time and space."
The magical treehouse appeared next to the alien boy, Ochaco reconstructing the imagination from her memories of writing those books.
"I asked to come with him, to see it."
She imagined herself as a little girl again, looking up to the boy who could take her to anywhere she liked. Stuck in her imagination, Nejire's voice came through to her.
"What happened to him?"
"I, I can't remember. I didn't write that far."
The boy's silhouette grew, overcoming his body until everything was blackened with only an outline remained.
"Do you know where he is now?"
The boy was gone, the treehouse was gone, everything in her mind was empty except for the young girl by herself. Alone.
"No, I don't know where he is." Ochaco confessed, a wave of depression rushing over her. It might have just been her imagination, something she came up with to be happy. There was never really a boy with a magic pen, just her.
Alone with no memories.
"What was his name?" Nejire asked.
"It was.."
In her mind the shadows started to vanish, the boy and his treehouse coming back. He still had his back to her, but he wasn't the same. He was taller, had a green jacket, and curly emerald hair.
"It was-"
Ochaco was no longer a little girl, she was her current self reaching out to the familiar boy. The shadows were nearly as a light pierced through them, a lantern atop a blue box burning them away. The new boy started to turn towards her, his face becoming visible along with every single memory she connected to him.
"Izuku/Izuku!"
Ochaco opened her eyes, Nejire had said the name at the same time.
*Brzzzz*
Their restraints opened, the boy from her memories, her classmate, the same Izuku Midoriya she forgot was back standing in front of her. Putting away his sonic device, Izuku stood tall, already moving to the next thing.
"Nejire! Up on your feet, we've got work to do."
"Izuku!" Nejire wrapped the Time Lord in her arms. "How did you-"
Alarms sounded, red lights flashing over them.
"Not now, we're busy." Izuku turned back to the monitors, clicking away at the keyboard.
"You, you're..Izuku?" Ochaco hesitantly approached Izuku as he worked, only to be interrupted as the door opened.
The doctor bursted in, snarling at the sight. "YOU!"
"Yep, me. Nejire, keep our guest from leaving." The Time Lord pointed to the chair.
"Like I'd let you!" The doctor reached for his pocket, getting blasted against the wall by spirals.
"Not again." Nejire flared her quirk around her. "You're not leaving."
"You think I'm alone?!" The scared man yelled back at them.
"We know you're not." Izuku retorted back, turning one of the screens to them. "In fact, you're extremely outnumbered."
The doctor chuckled, shaking his head at the naivety of them. "They're prisoners."
"And this is a prison break." Izuku's voice spoke coldly, pressing a button on the keyboard.
"All cells unlocked." The computerized voice spoke, echoes of locks opening in the underground facility.
"You've been collecting a lot of aliens for a long time." The Time Lord began to rant. "Turning their flesh into quirks, stealing the memories of my friends, you've done this for longer than I have aged. There are so many you have wronged, and now, they can fight back."
*BOOM*
Explosions rippled in the building, muffled noises getting closer and closer. The doctor looked panicked, realizing how much danger he was in.
Izuku kneeled in front of him, showing no emotion. "You built torchwood, a way to steal anything concerning aliens I get that."
The banging, the destruction, it was coming closer. "Izuku." Nejire warned.
Not acknowledging anyone else, Izuku continued his interrogation. "Yet the memories, not even your artificial quirks are so precise to take, block, restructure pathways in the mind could do that."
"Izuku." Ochaco tried to warn as well, becoming very unnerved by how close the hoard of released prisoners was getting.
"What are you not telling us, Director?" Izuku asked in a whisper.
"I'm not the Director."
"...What?"
The doctor leaned in, Nejire sending him a warning glance with a fist full of whoopass. Understanding the threat, the doctor whispered back his one last personal victory. "I'm not the Director, I just manage things and make the quirks. My legacy has lived on, every single person in this world is proof that I have rewritten what it means to be human. Not even you can take that away."
Stepping back, Izuku sent one last glare at the man. "I can't take away your legacy, but I can leave you with it."
*BOOM*
"THERE HE IS!" Bakugo blasted into the room, a crowd of very pissed aliens right behind him.
"Come on!" Izuku pushed Ochaco and Nejire forward, away from the chaos about to happen. "You too Bakugo!"
"WHAT?! I finally get to take on a villain and now we're RUNNING?!"
"Eraserhead, bring him with us."
"YOU CAN'T-"
Bakugo found himself wrapped in the capture scarf of his teacher, being carried along to follow the Time Lord.
"YOU DID THIS!" The doctor shouted to Izuku as he ran. "YOU BRING DEATH TIME LORD!"
Not reacting to the words left by the damned man, Izuku continued to lead the group of humans until they found the back exit for the building. Ochaco, Aizawa, and Bakugo were all outside. The brunette turned back to Izuku, who stood at the doorway with Nejire.
"What are you doing?" Eraserhead asked.
"Cleaning up." Izuku replied, turning back into the rumbling building. Nejire looked between him and the teacher, debating on what to do. She chose to follow Izuku, back into the riot.
Hours went by, police and heroes surrounding the building as they investigated everything to the best of their ability. Ochaco sat on the curb, Bakugo pouting beside her.
"Do you remember now?" Bakugo asked aloud, not looking at her.
"I remember Izuku." Ochaco put her head on her hands, gazing the pavement under her. "But, that's not Izuku."
"No shit, he's some alien who stole the face of the real one."
Something caught her eye, something new appearing at the corner of the street. Bakugo noticed where she was looking, but couldn't make out what she was staring at. Ochaco got up, walking towards the new police box that appeared next to the sidewalk. No one stopped her, got in her way as she marched to the TARDIS.
*click* Izuku stepped out, Nejire right behind him as always. The bluenette looked tired, more exhausted than usual.
"You've gotten a lot better at your healing." Izuku complimented her, rubbing her arm.
"Thanks, but did we have to eat twenty different meals?"
"On many planets, it's rude to turn down a meal. Especially when you return a long lost family member from being held captive by a mad man."
Noticing the approaching girl, Izuku smiled as he saw Ochaco coming right to them. "Ochaco, you have no idea-"
"Where is he?"
Stumped by the question, Izuku just silently asked Nejire who only shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, where is who?"
"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya."
"Oh, I don't know. I might be able to track down his cyber tech by-"
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!" Ochaco screeched at him, her eyes watering. "Where's my best friend?! Where's that wavy hair and oblivious Izuku? Where is the boy I played with on the moons of Yavin?! Where is that sad kid who wanted to find his family above all else?! What happened to him?!"
Ochaco got up into Izuku's personal space, gripping that stupid bowtie and pushing him against the TARDIS doors. "You have his plans, his TARDIS, and even had his pen!"
Pulling out the broken device, she waved it in his face. "He couldn't have died! So where is he?!"
Nejire pulled Ochaco away from Izuku, pushing her back. That bitch! Ochaco raised a fist, ready to fight to get an answer. Izuku stepped between them, putting his hands gently on her shoulders.
"I'm him, I'm literally that boy you grew up with. I just got a new face that's al-"
"NO!" Ochaco shoved him away, denying the possibility. "You're just a stranger who was nice to me, but you're not him."
"Ochaco, please list-" Izuku tried to approach, only for Ochaco to step away from him.
"Stay away from me. You're not him."
She left him, reaching out to her as she simply walked away holding the pen to her chest.
All for One sat in his chamber, collecting as much information as he could about the local events that just transpired. A memory clinic, Torchwood it was named. There had been several black market transitions from that place, many he had his eye on. Now it was shut down in less than an hour, everyone involved either dead or deemed innocent. Usually there would be at least one person alive to take the fall, but the doctor in charge was now dead.
Pity, he had done so much to aid his own personal doctor in his studies with quirks. Though there was one interesting thing that peeked his interest. Something was hiding in plain sight, a quirk he had procured long ago let him intake the digital information of monitors. All for One relied on it as his main form of sight nowadays. That box, it was associated in few images with that strange boy.
Perhaps he should have his own cyber enhanced Izuku Midoriya act sooner than he-
"I wouldn't do that~" A voice whispered from behind, a hand tracing over his shoulders.
Someone had broken in, and avoided detection.
"You are incredibly daring to toy with me, girl." The villain reached out, feeling the girl's quirk. Whatever she planned on doing with it was no longer an option. He took it before she could try anything. Using an echolocation quirk, he made out the frame of the intruder. It was a teenage girl with sharp teeth.
"I admit, I am toying with you." The mystery girl said, uncaring for her quirk being stolen. "But, you have a part to play."
All for One no longer could feel anything, sense anything, not even able to tell if he was breathing or not. This was either death, or hell, and he wasn't sure which was worse.
"This world is my stage, and you will follow the script." Her voice pierced through the veil, reaching straight into his mind. Doors appeared and opened, all his memories and thoughts exposed to her. All for One, in the first time in his life, was powerless.
"Who, are you?" The villain, nay, the terrified human asked.
A girl with green hair and emerald eyes stood before him, grinning with the teeth of a predator. "I'm the Director."
OOOHHHH SHIT! Setsuna Tokage is more than she seems. An old face made an appearance, only to fall by his own hand. Ochaco has her memories back, but is now more confused than ever.
If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, feel free to send them! That includes grammar mistakes please let me know and I'll fix them.
Guest:
I don't think I'll feature weeping angels yet, but maybe later! They're the first Doctor Who villain I was really scared of.
Dalke320:
Don't worry, Aizawa now knows that he has been lied to. That won't stop him from asking his own questions though.
sd74:
You're correct, shadow figure and Aizawa were working together, but now that's not the case. So, the version that we saw were Izuku's 1st regeneration, his current, and someone else. While I would love to feature more regenerations, he wouldn't even have the Izuku name or his face anymore so he'd have to get a new name.
2Prophecy2:
Thank you! I actually had to cut a lot out because I should have a stopping point eventually for this story.
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