Prologue.

The process of rebirth begins with a simple pleasure of life. A simple desire live again. A simple want to fix everything wrong that has been done. A simple understanding of what had been done wrong. Simple steps to follow, simple steps, if done correctly, life will be granted, once again.

"Mommy, I don't want to die," Ashley muttered with barely any breath. "I haven't lived. I haven't done anything to deserve death, mommy."

Step number one 1:The want to live so desperately, one refuses the approach of death.

She was right when she found out she had brain cancer. The doctors believed she would recuperate, it was small, nothing too critical at first. But as time continued, her days lessened. Unexplainably, the dead cells began to eat one another, and consequently, there was no cure. No way of allowing Ashley brown to live a fulfilling life.

"Be brave, sweety," Her mother whispered into her ear, hugging her small face. She was just thirteen years old. She had a whole life ahead of her. "I wished that things were different, too. You won't die. You will go to sleep for a long time, and we will always be here for you. We love you."

Step Number 2: To be loved.

Ashley knew her mother was lying. She wasn't stupid. But, she knew that if she continued to cry, her mother would feel more at blame. "I'll be waiting for you mother . . ." she whispered. In another life.

Step Number 3: Prevent further suffering from those around.

Her eyelids felt heavy, she couldn't feel the tips of her fingers anymore, and eventually she couldn't move her hands to hug her mother. The breathes she would take in made her dizzy, as if every breath that came was conveying less and less oxygen. The sound of her heartbeat dominated her ears, slowly thumbting. She couldn't even hear the unendurable cries from her mother. And before she closed her amber eyes and gave her last breath, she saw a bright light. Too bright, it felt as if her body was being lifted.

Ashley Brown died on July 15th, 2002, time 13:24.

Step Number 4: One has to die at the exact time, another takes its first breath.

.~O~O~O~.

(Izumi Midoriya.)

THIRD PERSON LIMITED

She was crying. She didn't know why, but she felt the big need to whimper and beg for attention. It was an odd feeling, honestly, she couldn't quite see. But sure could hear jiberish. It wasn't English. Momentarily, she felt hungry. Very hungry. She whimpered louder.

There was a woman carrying her, she knew because the voice sounded feminine and because she found herself feeding off her chest. Sweet, and sour, but really pleasant to her stomach. Then it happened, she heard another tantrum not so far from her. The sound caused her to open her eyes.

Everything was blurry and bright. The face of the woman carrying her, held her tightly in one arm, and on the other she held someone else. Another baby. Yo more exact, he was her twin.

More jiberish, and more muttering. But one thing she did understand was that they continually called her Izumi. The boy next to her was named Izuku. We're twins, she thought. I always wanted a brother.

. . .

One as an infant never expect much in life. In fact, an infant simply requires love, attention, food and water. Not much, right? Izumi Midoriya was a simple Baby. She only cried when scared, hungry or hurt—which hardly ever happened because her parents were extremely cautious on the matter of health and care. Her brother, Izuku Midoriya did cry. He wasn't a trouble maker or nothing of sorts, but he was easily scared. For the most part, Izumi loved her brother with all her heart. They ate together, played together, created tantrums together, laughed together; everything together.

Izumi got to the age where she identified the foreign language as Japanese. And damn, it was hard to understand. Many times, she would accidentally speak in English, and her parents frowned at the matter. Thank the heavens her father understood English, if not she would have never been guessed.

The memories of her past life began to fade as she turned four years old. She didn't worry much though, past was supposed to be left in the past. Better get used to living in this life, she told herself. I love it better here. That night where she closed her eyes, and decided to let the memories go, she completely forgot about her past life. The English remained, but everything else was gone. Forgotten.

"Now, Mommy!" Her and Izuku shouted at the same time. They wore their All Might jumpsuit. Izumi's was with a shade of smoked pink, while Izuku's was the typical yellow and red. "Computer time!"

"You two alone have placed more than a thousand views on the video," Her Mom replied, clicking on the computer. "I think it's rather scary."

Izumi pushed her blond hair to the side. Well, light blond was an understatement, her hair was nearly white. Apparently she'd gotten her father's genes. Her eyes were blue. She looked nothing like Izuku or her mother, just the freckles. "Le' me see, aniki-chan," she whined. "Move." She'd finally gotten the hang of Japanese.

"He's Soo cool Mom!" Izumi heard Izuku yell from the top of his lungs. "I want to be just like him one day!"

Izumi giggled. "You will, aniki-chan!" She said. "I believe in you!"

One day, Izumi and Izuku were at the park playing, doing their own thing. When their Mom began to speak with another tall woman with Ash blonde hair. A boy holding a scowl, held on to her leg. He seemed angry. Or maybe eager to play with us? Izumi thought with a giggle. "Aniki, let's ask that boy to play with us!"

She saw Izuku grin. "Okay!" He said excitedly. "But you're going to the the talking."

"Obvious."

The two approached the boy. The tall blond woman had told him to go play, so he was not so far away. Izumi stood in front of him and giggled. "Want to play with us?" She asked, Izuku standing behind her. "We need someone else to play Hero."

She noticed him smirk. "I'll be the Hero!" He replied. "Because Heroes are the strongest!"

Izuku groaned. "But I wanted to be the Hero," he said. "No fair."

"How about we decide with a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Izumi pointed out. "That way it's fair." In the end, the blond boy won. "What's your name?!" Izumi asked.

"My Name is Bakugou Katsuki," he said with a toothy grin. "And I'll be the number one Hero, defeat all the bad guys and win and be better than All Might!"

"My name Izuku Midoriya, and I want to be the best!"

"My name is Izumi Midoriya," she said with a grin. "We're twins."

She saw Bakugou frown. "You guys look nothing like each other," he replied with a smug. "Are you lying to me?"

"Mommy taught me that lying is bad, and that they make her sad," Izumi retorted. "That's why I never lie."

"Yeah!" Izuku agreed. "Let's play," he said. "I'll play the civilian one round and Izumi Will play villain!"

They began to play. They had a great few months of friendship. Izuku and Katsuki were inseparable, and Izumi was the testified of everything. Until . . .

"Wow," Izuku sighed in amazement. "Your quirk is amazing, Kacchan!"

His hands sizzled with miniature explosions. He was the first to get his quirk. "I know right?!" He agreed. "Can't wait till you guys get your quirks!"

Few days later, Izumi believed she would never obtain a quirk. Bakugou waited anxiously until he got tired and found new friends. Izumi noticed how sad Izuku always was. She hated seeing him like that, because she knew that he didn't have the grit to stand up to the bullying Bakugou began to implement on him.

"Stop, Kacchan," Izuku muttered with tears in his eyes. He stood in front of a boy who was being punched by Katsuki. "You're hurting him."

"Oh, yeah?" Bakugou snarled. "What are you going to about it Deku?"

"I'll protect him . . ."

Bakugou grinned. "Good luck with that, then!" He mocked, and punched Izuku. "How to like that, huh? Not heroic now?"

Izumi had enough. Her blood boiled in anger. She wanted to see just how far Bakugou would go. He was far gone. Out of Izuku's reach, but maybe, just maybe, she could reach him. But it would have to wait. He needed some pounding. Besides, he'd just punched her twin.

"Baku-kun, you bastard!" Izumi shouted angrily. "How dare you treat my brother that way?!" But something rather strange began to occur. Dust raised from the ground. Her hair floated as if she had snakes on her head. "I'll get you for this!" In a swift movement, she punched the air without realizing it, and everybody was blasted away. Even Izuku.

"What the fuck?" Bakugou shouted angrily. "You have a quirk!"

Izumi glared at her hands in shock. "How?" She asked herself, feeling slightly excited. "This is great!" She'd long forgotten about kicking Katsuki's ass.

"Try it again!" Bakugou said. "I want to see it!"

Izumi nodded and brought her palms to the ground, thought of moving the dirt, but instead, she created a small whole in the center of the fake sand. "Wow, this is so cool!"

What Izumi failed to notice was Izuku glaring with despair. He was so sad, he didn't even feel like crying. It was so unfair. Why did Izumi had to get a quirk and not him? Why were his friends so special, and not him?

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