So here I am with the last story I'll start for a good long while. This was thought up off while I was in the process of writing the plans for Chessmaster while listening to a mash-up of the themes of all the JoJos. So, without further ado, let us begin this journey of destiny and heroics. PS: Let me know in the comments if you get the references in the titles of the chapters.

Text Key:

"Hey" - Normal Talk

'Hey' - Inner thoughts/flashback

"Hey" - Person on the other end of a phone/video call.

Bold - Quirk/Location change/Time Skip

{Bold} - Stand Name/Power

Prologue Chapter One - End of the Road

Izuku Midoriya stared off into the distance of the Musutafu as the No.1 Hero - his Hero - All Might left the scene by walking down the stairs of the rooftop, the hero's last words echoing in the small boy's head.

'You can never become a hero.'

Those words had haunted him his entire life. They had been across the lips of every person who heard his dream.

'You can't be hero! Not without a quirk!'

'I'm sorry Izuku!'

'Damn Deku! Just give up already!'

His mind swirled as all the doubt, all the laughter, all the taunts and insults, all the apologies of the past ran rampant through his mind. Izuku clutched his head as the voices merged into one and became louder and louder.

'YOU CAN'T BECOME A HERO!'

"AGGGGGHHHHHH!" Izuku screamed out as he fell to his knees, tears pouring down his face. "AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

(Time Skip: A few hours later)

A small boy with green hair mechanically walked down the road leading towards his house. He had several scraps and potential bruises, as well as dirt on his uniform, which was torn along the arms and legs. However the most disturbing thing about this child was his eyes. They appeared to be glazed over. They showed no joy, no sorrow, no anger...nothing. His eyes were as empty as the void.

The boy continued walking along the road, ignoring the screaming and the sounds of explosions, which were coming from behind him (they sounded a lot like someone the boy knew, but he couldn't quite place it). The explosions and the screaming soon stopped, however the boy took no notice of that either. He continued on the path in front of him, only stopping when a figure blurred in front of him and large hands were placed on his shoulders.

"HAHAHA! Hello there Young Midoriya! It is I, All Mig-hrk!"

The hulking figure of the No.1 Hero stopped talking as a rush of blood came out of his mouth. In a puff of smoke, the buff man vanished. Taking his place was another man, this one drastically different then the other.

"My apologies about that my boy, I appeared to have gone over my limit. However, that is not what I wanted to talk to you about. You showed true courage today, leaping into the fray to save that young man. Even when other heroes - myself included - did nothing. My boy, that bravery and selflessness is the cornerstone of heroism."

The smile on the figure's face fell as he looked at the ground and let go of the boy to wipe his mouth. "Were you anyone else I would tell you that you have a bright future in heroics ahead of you. However, you are still quirkless...and not even I can change that. I am sorry Young Midoriya, but if you would allow me to, I can give your name to a friend of mine with the police. They could use someone like you-"

All Might meant to continue but for the first time he looked at the boy's face. The head was moving up and down, and the mouth was smiling...but it was someone had taken wrong kind of smile and pasted them onto the boy's face, and the head movements were shaky and robotic.

"My boy? Are you alright?"

All Might received no answer, just more head nodding. Stepping back All Might began to collect his thoughts when the boy began to move again. He walked past the No.1 Hero and continued on his way, the not-smile on his face, his head still nodding.

All Might watched as the boy vanished around the corner. 'That boy...what happened to him?'

(Some time later - At the Midoriya Apartment)

Inko Midoriya was a mess. She had seen the news story about the villin attack and how her son and her friend's son had gotten involved. She knew that they both had been saved - by All Might no less - and was very thankful for that, but she hadn't heard from her son since. She had gotten a call from Mitsuki about her son arriving at home, but he refused to say where Izuku was.

"Izuku…" Inko whimpered as she stared at a photo of herself, her husband, and their child. The photo was taken a week before Izuku's fourth birthday. 'Before everything fell apart.'

The door at the front of the apartment creaked, letting Inko know that someone had entered the apartment. Scrambling to her feet, Inko ran towards the hallway, catching her son as he was taking off his shoes.

"IZUKU!"

With a wail, Inko threw herself onto her son, holding him close as she cried onto his shoulder. "Izuku! Oh my god, I can't believe you are ok! Don't you ever worry me like that again! Please Izuku, I can't take it!"

Not hearing any response - or for that matter not feeling her son's hands wrapping around her - Inko pulled back to look him in the eyes. And what she saw confused her. His eyes were still green, but...to her it looked like she was staring at the green from a crayon or marker. This...this creature wearing her son's skin wasn't her vibrant boy. Releasing him and stepping back, Inko stuttered out the only thing she could say.

"I-Izuku. What happened?"

The boy chose not to respond, instead moving past his mother and going into his room. Inko followed and saw that he had simply sat down on the bed and was staring off into space. Hesitantly, Inko waved her hand in front of her son's eyes, before snapping her fingers.

No response. Hardly a blink.

"Izuku…"

(Time Skip: 3 weeks later)

Hisashi Midoriya loved his family. He had an amazing wife and a son who, despite being quirkless, he was very proud of. He knew that Izuku could do amazing things. He was a smart kid, top two in his class and had a knack for understanding the Quirks of another after a few minutes of study, a feat few could do.

But after hearing phone call after heartbreaking phone call from his wife and no emails, calls or facetimes from his son Hisashi began to panic. He had heard from Inko that Izuku had been attacked by a villain and had immediately jumped at that being the cause of Izuku's odd behaviour. Maybe a side effect of the villain's Quirk. But after the mother and son had been to a doctor and a psychologist that theory had been proven wrong.

The doctor had confirmed that the villain had done little physical damage to Izuku and that the villain's Quirk - Sludge Body - had no way of harming Izuku's mental state. The psychologist on the other hand -

'I'm sorry to say that your son has essentially shut down. The problem is not with his body, but with his psyche. Something has happened to him that's, for lack of a better word, broken him. He'll go through life like he did before - eating, going to school, etc. - but aside from that I wouldn't expect any big changes in his current behaviour for a while. Maybe even a year or two.'

That news had damn near broke Hisashi. But he endured. He knew his son. His son was strong, he was brave, and he was going to be ok. 'Izuku will be fine.' This thought played over and over again in his head. It kept him going, kept him believing that his son would be ok. Until one day, that thought didn't work.

He had received the call at work in a meeting with his boss and the man's grandson. He had excused himself to take it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello."

The broken, sobbing voice of his wife came through the other end.

"Hisashi...Izuku...Izu…"

Inko couldn't even finish what she was going to say, the tears and sobs coming to quick and emotions overwhelming her. He heard another voice and the sobbing seemed to die down a bit. Keeping the phone to his ear Hisashi listened to what the new voice - a man's- said.

"Mr. Midoriya. This is Doctor T.T. Chopper from Mustafu General Hospital. Sir, I'm afraid we have some bad news about your son Izuku. It appears that your son had tried to jump from the roof of his school. He was stopped, but proceeded to take a knife and cut his wrists. We stabilized him sir, so his life is in no immediate danger, but we have had to restrain him and kept a close eye on him. Sir...Mr. Midoriya are you still there?"

Hisashi was not holding the phone anymore. He had dropped after he heard about Izuku cutting himself and had slumped against the wall. Tears were falling fast from his face, choked sobs erupting from his mouth. Holding his head in his hands, Hisashi cried.

Hisashi's boss, wondering what the sound was, had sent his grandson to investigate. The man had opened the door, saw Hisashi crying and the phone with the doctor's voice coming out. Bending the man had picked up the phone and had quite a discussion with the doctor. Promising to make Hisashi call back, he hung up.

Hisashi spent the rest of the day being comforted by the man and his boss, who gave him paid leave as well as paying for Hisashi's ticket back to Japan.

'I have to see Izuku.' Hisashi thought as he looked a picture of him, his wife, and their son. The same one Inko had in the apartment.

'I have to save my family.'

(Two days later - Musutafu, Japan)

Hisashi quickly made his way to his family's apartment. He had gotten a call from Doctor Chopper that his wife and son had been released, and one from Inko that she was watching Izuku with the help of Mitsuki. For that, Hisashi was glad. His blood-sister was a god send to his wife and he hoped that Izuku was still getting along with Katsuki.

Jumping out of the cab while throwing some yen at the man - while ignoring the scream that he had paid too much - Hisashi bounded up the steps two at a time, stumbling and tripping the whole way up. Finally arriving at Number 21B, Hisashi pounded on the door all the while yelling.

"INKO! IT'S ME! INKO!"

Hisashi stopped mid-pound when the door opened and a tired and red-eyed Mitsuki Bakugou opened the door. She looked exactly as he remembered, sharp blonde hair and red eyes that seemed to penetrate to the very soul of a person. Wrapping him up in a hug, Mitsuki clutched onto him tightly.

"Hisashi. Thank God you're back. Come on, you need to see the two."

Mitsuki released him and led him into his house towards Izuku's bedroom. Turning back just before the closed door, Mitsuki put her hands on Hisashi's shoulders.

"Sashi...just be careful with them. And yourself."

"I will Suki. Thank you."

The Bakugou Matriarch smiled and left down the hall. Hisashi turned back to the door leading to his only son's room. 'My only son...who tried to kill himself.' Gripping the door handle tightly and reigning in his breathing, Hisashi turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

His son's room was almost exactly like he remembered it. Covered wall to wall with All Might paraphernalia and merchandise. That made Hisashi smile a bit, seeing that his son never grew out of his All Might hero worship.

The smile was wiped off his face when he heard a small sniffle. Turning his head to his son's bed, he froze. There was his beloved wife Inko. He knew that Inko stressed about their son, and that she ate as a result of that stress, gaining a bit of weight. He didn't care about that. But when she turned to face him...her face was gaunt and weak looking, like she wasn't eating properly. 'Inko…' Hisashi thought sadly before looking at his son beyond her.

If Inko's appearance made him sad, Izuku's broke his heart into pieces. His son, his precious little rabbit looked like death had visited. His face was ashen, his mouth fixed in a weird smile that didn't reach his eyes and conveade no joy. His eyes though...Hisashi remembered Izuku having bright, vibrant eyes, filled with life and love, eyes that anyone could look into and feel safe. Now...Hisashi felt nothing as he watched his son stare at the ceiling, saying nothing and reacting to nothing.

The worst thing about his son's current appearance was the ugly slashes on his wrists. They had scabbed over by now, but Hisashi knew that his son would have scars from those for the rest of his life.

He didn't need to ask anything, he merely moved to embrace his wife and place a hand on his son's arm. All the while tears dripped from his eyes.

'My son...my wife...my family...I'm sorry.'

(A few hours later)

Hisashi had left Izuku's room, promising to bring back some tea and katsudon for his wife. Heading down to the kitchen, Hisashi was greeted by both Mitsuki and her husband Masaru. Quickling shaking Masaru's hand and pulling him into a one armed hug, Hisashi moved to sit down. Mitsuki placed a cup of tea in front of him which Hisashi thanked her for and took a drink from. For several minutes nobody spoke, the only sound in the air being the distant cries of Inko. Finally Hisashi spoke.

"Do you two know what happened to my son?"

Mitsuki shook her head. "We don't. All we know is what Inko knows: Izuku went to school one day, completely normal, he and Katsuki got attacked by a villain, then he shows up here, acting like...like…

"Like he's not really living." Masaru finished for his wife while taking her hand. "We don't know anything. We've tried talking to Katsuki, but he clams up at the subject."

Hisashi nodded. "I heard it was Katsuki who stopped Izuku from jumping off the roof and who tried to stop the bleeding and had someone call the ambulance and Inko."

"Yes." Mitsuki nodded as fresh tears came to her eyes. "But...Hisashi there's a lot you missed. A lot Inko and Izuku didn't talk to you about."

Hisashi looked from Mitsuki to Masaru and back to his blood-sister. Both of them looked nervous. No, nervous wasn't the word...more scared and apologetic. Gesturing with his hand, Hisashi tried to ignore the cold feeling in his stomach.

"It happened about a week after you left for America." Masaru said. "Katsuki had just come home from playing with Izuku and some others. He had a small bump on his head that we iced, but aside from that, there was nothing wrong with him. We asked how he got the bruise and he grumbled something about a bridge." Taking a breath Masaru continued.

"We asked if Izuku was ok and...what Katsuki said shocked us. 'Who cares about that quirkless Deku!'. We immediately called Inko, who said that Izuku was fine. It was after that we noticed that Izuku began to come around less and less. After a year, we hardly saw him at all, only sparingly, and he was never with Katsuki."

Hisashi let out a breath. 'Poor Izuku. Katsuki inherited his mother's temper alright.' "I guess that Katsuki said something to Izuku about his quirklessness and the two had a falling out. Still, I'll need to thank him for saving Izuku's life."

"Ok. And who knows, maybe he'll open up to his favorite uncle."

"I'm his only uncle Mitsuki." Hisashi said a small smile on his face.

"Good, cause I doubt you could handle any competition."

The three laughed quietly. After a few more minutes of small talk, the Bakugous stood. "We need to go check on Katsuki. It's good to see you again brother." Mitsuki said with a smile while hugging him.

"You too Mitsuki. And thank you both for...for everything you've done for Inko and Izuku."

Masaru smiled as he hugged his friend. "You would have done the same if our situations were reversed." The two left, leaving Hisashi alone.

(Two Days Later)

Hisashi sat with Inko and Izuku, all the while pondering over the series of unfortunate events that had befallen his family. His son was slowly but surely recovering. They had allowed Izuku to leave his room and walk around the house, but only with one of them being with him. He was catching up on school work through online classes, which would allow him to graduate without having to return to his school. Some life had even returned to Izuku's eyes, though it was prone to going out quickly.

There were other downsides. Izuku would often clutch his head as though it was in pain, with his hands covering his eyes and his eyes would water. However he always caught himself before anything drastic happened. The other major downside was Izuku's voluntary silence. He was perfectly capable of talking, but chose not to, not even towards his own parents. Instead Izuku began to carry one of his notebooks and wrote out what he wanted to say in that.

Hisashi knew that the process to help Izuku would be slow, especially here in the city. This city was a hive of people who could prove to be toxic to his son, who could hurt him - or worse. He knew that to truly help Izuku move on faster his son would need a change of scenery.

Which brings us to the present.

"I don't know Hisashi." Inko said as she held her son, who was looking between his mother and father, but not really paying attention. "I know they are your family, but I've never even met them. And remember what happened when we told my relatives that Izuku was quirkless. They shunned us, refused to have anything to do with us!"

"I know Inko. But you can meet them. I know my uncle has a computer - if nothing else he would need one for work - and my cousin has a son Izuku's age so we can VideoChat. From what Tomoko has told me her son is very confident and sure of himself, but also a kind and caring young man. And I know Tomoko and Uncle Ryohei would be nothing but supportive. And they live in a town where nearly everyone is quirkless. I know that Uncle Ryohei and Tomoko don't have quirks, and Tomoko said her son doesn't either."

Inko thought about it. She was reluctant to let her baby out of her sight - out of arm's reach really - and was also worried about being a burden on Hisashi's relatives. "I...I want to meet them first Hisashi. At least to get to know them."

"Perfect." Hisashi said with a smile, running his hand through his silver dark hair. "I'll shoot them an email."

(Two Days Later)

The talk between the adults had gone well, with Hisashi introducing Inko to his uncle and cousin, as well as catching up with recent events. Ryohei and Tomoko agreed immediately to get Izuku and Tomoko's son to talk over VideoChat.

That time was now.

Hisashi had pulled the family's computer into the living room and had set Izuku up in front of it. He pulled up the number for Ryohei's computer and waited while it rang.

"Izuku, honey, the people you'll meet tonight are your father's family. Is that ok with you?"

The boy nodded in response, while tensing, unaware of how his father's family will take him, remembering how his Mom's father talked about him.

'That boy is worthless Inko. You'd be better off leaving him somewhere and trying again.'

The boy with green hair began to tear up, but wiped them away quickly. He didn't want to look so weak in front of his father's family. 'I guess they are also my family too.'

"We're through." Hisashi said with a smile as the screen expanded and three faces appeared. One was of an older man who wore a police uniform, the second of us a younger woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, and the last was of a young man with a large pompadour. "Uncle Ryohei, Tomoko, this." Hisashi said while gesturing to Izuku. "Is Izuku. Izuku, this is my uncle Ryohei Higashikta and his daughter Tomoko."

The boy with green hair waved shyly at the screen, which caused the now identified Ryohei and Tomoko to smile. "Nice to meet you Izuku." Ryohei said, warmth in his voice. Ryohei gestured to the young man. "This is my grandson Josuke. Say hello Josuke."

"Geez gramps, I know how to introduce myself." The now identified Josuke said. "Yo, I'm Josuke Higashikta. Nice to meet yah Izuku!"

The green haired boy nodded, before writing on his pad and holding it up to the screen. Hello Great Uncle, Cousin, and...Cousin.

Ryohei waved his hand at that. "Bah, you can call us by our names Izuku! We're family after all. In fact, call me grandpa!"

The green haired boy nodded. Before beginning to write down another question. Thank you grandpa. If I may ask, what are your quirks?

This time it was Tomoko who responded. "What, Hisashi didn't tell you? Everyone here in town is quirkless, us included."

The green haired boy's eyes widened at that and he began to scribble on his notebook. How do you live?

That one question caused the 4 adults to freeze. They knew about Izuku's situation - Hisashi and Inko having told Ryohei and Tomoko - and they knew what he was looking for in that question. The boy had dedicated his life to one thing - being a hero who could help others, make them feel safe. Someone who could risk it all with a smile on his face. But that dream had been crushed and buried. Now the boy with green hair was looking for a purpose...a purpose that would allow him to be Izuku Midoriya again.

Surprisingly, it was Josuke who spoke up first. "Hey mom, gramps, could you give us a minute. You too uncle."

The adults complied, leaving the boys alone. Sky blue eyes stared into forest green for what seemed like an eternity before Josuke sighed.

"I was listening in when Uncle Hisashi told Mom and Gramps about what happened to you in the past few weeks. I...there's nothing I can say to make it better or to make you feel better. All of that has to come from you Izuku. But...to answer your question we live like anyone else. But that's not what you're getting at. I get that. So here's my answer - you can't let yourself get knocked down. You have to stand against all the crap people through against you, all the shit the world with through at you. You have a purpose, a goal that defines you! You need to charge for that goal with all your might and never give up!"

The boy with green hair raised a trembling hand to write before he stopped and shook his head. "But...but Josuke." The voice was raspy and the look on the boy's face told Josuke that he found it painful to talk, like it had been a while since he had last spoken. "I...I can't! I can't be a hero! I can't save anyone. Not without a quirk."

Josuke looked at the boy's tear stained face and saw something awful. He saw the loss of faith in oneself and the loss of purpose. But most of all, in the boy's eyes Josuke saw himself. He remembered how he looked when he was younger and the fever had nearly overtaken him. He didn't have any faith in himself to fight it off nor any faith that a miracle would happen, but one did. His hero had shown up.

Wait…

"Izuku I'm going to tell you a story ok. It's the story of a hero. One who saved someone. And this hero...he didn't have a quirk. He had raw determination, guts, spirit, and the drive to never give. Not even when he was freezing to death."

The boy with green - no, Izuku Midoriya wiped the tears away and looked at his cousin. Josuke Higashkita was now smiling, even though he had his own tears in his eyes. "And let me tell you something Izuku…

This hero was pretty great!"

Cut! That's a wrap for the first prologue chapter. I hope everyone was happy and enjoyed this. The prologue is looking to be about 6 chapters long. If anyone is confused or simply has questions, ask a question in the comments and I'll answer it.

TheSaintsFollower, signing out.